Wilting Flower Novels & Stories

“The flower… The flower is wilting.” Indeed, the initially bright red flower on the woman’s belly had wilted in the blink of an eye, its petals turning gray. At that moment, the woman opened her mouth. There was a terrified look in her eyes. She was staring at Waltz, and she wanted to cry for help. However, her life slowly wilted away just as the flower did. She was dead! Waltz covered her mouth while tears flowed down her cheeks. Suddenly, the woman’s stomach tore apart with a crack.

Nightfall coincided with the unfolding of dozens upon dozens of bright dew-covered violet flowers. “These are night widows,” said Hayden softly. “They’re not noticeable during the daytime because their outer petals camouflage with the leaves of the trees where they bloom. The inner petals cannot be touched by the sunlight so the buds remain shut tightly until nightfall when it’s safe for them to blossom and unfold. The dew condenses inside of the flowers,” explained Hayden. “And the drops look like tears and they can only be seen at night. Night widows. I understand,” said Corinna, without taking her eyes off the flowers. “But what do these flowers have to do with anything?” She asked.

The overpowering fragrance made one feel suffocated. However, for some reason, all the flowers here were in a bad shape. Many of them had already withered, as if they had gone without water for a long time. In this kind of artificial flower shed, it should not be affected by drought. And in the flower shed, many workers were constantly spraying water on these flowers, but it was not helping at all. The leaves of many flowers seemed to have been roasted. They were all dry and withered and starting to turn yellow.

That faithful moment that changed her and her sister’s life forever. Rie dried her face using the towel hanging on her shoulder and then walked out of the bathroom. She weakly sat down on the bed. She no longer knew what was happening. Rie was still drinking tea made of flax seeds every night. Flax seed was one of the major ingredients for a sleeping potion.

I was simply emotionless that day. Unconsciously, I brought my hand up and stroked it's petals. As my fingers and the petals met, fluffy white turned to dead brown. Flower slowly bent downwards, then it's leaves became brown eventually falling off. One by one until only the stem remained. It did not stop there. The brown began to turn black then to dust. Flower did not wilt that day, it disintegrated. Somehow I wasn't surprised at all. It's like Flower mirrored what I felt at that moment. I guess I wasn't surprised because I always knew that somehow there was an unexplainable connection between us.

Just his eyes burning into mine. He was for a fourteen year old. I let him into my life, he held on the bumpy ride. I put up my first flower on the wall that day, next to a butterfly. It was a rose.

Some people just don’t understand real photography. As I walk through the garden, I look around, but I don’t take pictures. I like to observe and find something that captures my attention before I break out my camera. There are some very beautiful Asiatic Lilies, Dahlias, and Daisies, but my eyes focus on a lonely, Dying Lily lying in the center of the others. The leaves are wilted, and the petals fall forward in a forlorn pose. Seeing the flower’s sad state makes something inside me feel a little melancholy. Moving closer, I lift the camera and take pictures of its drooping leaves and faded stems.

"Her majesty, I saw her in the passage near the Falling River. She was seriously injured and there was a flower with her." "What flower?" Amnisty doesn't answer right away. She and the queen already talked about this situation but they need to do it again to inform Dealla. She sighs before answering. I hate repeating. "It's Peony." "Oh, what a nice flower and it's the favorite of our friend, Amnisty. Right?" "You're right, her majesty." "Since you don't remember your name, darling. How about I'll name you Peony? Is it fine with you?" The queen strokes some strands of Dealla's hair. She puts it behind her ear. The queen stares at Dealla’s face.

Cole said, “It’s actually very simple. When you plant a flower in a flower bed or pot, you’ll water it and give it nutrients every day. That flower generally doesn’t face any risk, and it can bloom while it ‘enjoys its life’ each day. “However, if you graft these flowers onto a tree trunk, it will be different. First of all, these flowers won’t be in the position to directly absorb nutrients. If they want to survive, they have to grab nutrients from the tree! “Would the tree give its own nutrients to the flowers for no reason? “Obviously, it won’t. “So, most of the flowers will wilt and die in this process. Like the flowers you see in the garden, there may not be one that can survive until t

Looked like lilies, but petals stretched out like hibiscus. Stem as hard as ice and grew closer to the ground in the group of snow. The unique feature about them was: they didn’t wilt like the other flowers in days, they stayed fresh for weeks. They always grew to a higher level on the rocks. I plucked a rather middle sized snowystal. Amor grabbed my arm from behind and turned me around to look at him, “what the hell do you think you are doing?” I looked into his confused eyes. “I was not trying to run away,” I said.