Withered Flowers Novels & Stories

Her eyes lifted to meet Astar's. "He called me..." Another flower blackened. "...the Wilted Flower."

He was sure Adam wanted to see him fail but just what the older man would gain from that was what Karis couldn't figure out. The incident with the roses left Weruche shaken. She couldn't understand who would be so cruel to send her those flowers, what could the person really want. She got up from her bed where she had been trying in vain to study, the text book on her bed long forgotten and walked over to the shelf where she kept her book and -- the single rose Karis had given her. It was now wilted but she had once cherished it. Now, she wondered if it could have been an inspiration to the person who sent her the roses.

I don’t know why, but it just did. But then I lifted my hand to the flowers and touched my fingers to one of the petals of a vibrant red Carnation. Within a few seconds the Carnation wilted in front of my eyes and the vibrant red turned into a dull brick brown color. And I knew that that’s exactly what I’d do to Anaya if I even breathed the same air as her.

"How odd." "That?" She questions me. “The flowers,” I observe, bewildered, “are wilted.” "Not at all." It makes me curious. "Because?" “Flowers are cut and most of the time they do not appreciate all their facets, no one sees the beauty of a flower wither, they lose its last colors” he explains, “Look at it, it is about to wither and yet it still looks beautiful.” , keep it and its last emotions will stay with you.”

If you take life… I knelt near the back path where the hydrangeas still bloomed in their scattered pride—some pink, some blue, some white, as if they couldn't decide who they wanted to be. Lyra used to say they were shapeshifter flowers, always changing their truth depending on the soil. But one caught my eye. A single stalk. Smaller than the rest. Wilted and dry, slumped forward like it had given up. It wasn’t that far from the others—but still far enough to be alone.

I knew what those flowers meant. Gentian: hopeless love. Wisteria: living for love, dying for love, obsessed with love but never achieving it. Two cold, inappropriate flowers to give as a gift. It was truly impressive how Susan managed to pick these two. "No," I said coldly, then turned and walked away.

The air was hushed, reverent as if the very forest held its breath in solidarity. Floral arrangements adorned every available surface, a vibrant tapestry of colors that punctuated the somber surroundings. Fragrant blooms filled the air with their delicate scent, mingling with the earthy fragrance of the forest. The sight of the flowers, symbols of love and remembrance, brought both comfort and a fresh wave of sorrow to Amelia's heart.

I stood there, staring at the tomb through blurred vision. There were so many flowers, yet it still felt cold. Most of the flowers on the tombstone had withered, and that included the flower that I had left for her four days ago. My withered flower seemed like an unwanted thing among the others. Just like me, it was separated from the rest and left to the mercy of the wind.

The blossom opened as if each flower were a book-- a book that was more sculpted divinely than written, the ink infusing into the petals to give them their soft glow while the flowers gave a subtle aromatic fragrance to the graveyard. The moment the warlock made his appearance, their once beautiful petals curled at the edge from Lucindo's black magic. Already their stalks are limp and when I bent to pick some up, their head withered with gravity towards the ground and they remained dry and dead. The dead petals could only symbolize something. Either Lucindo is toxic or he has a death aura surrounding him. "Lucindo!" Dad waved his hand and gave a deep-rooted smile like he was addressing a fri

"What have you done to my previous flowers old woman?! the flower still looks fresh yesterday so why did it become dry suddenly? Rose run away from her I guess she is a witch" Andrew was so sad his eyes balls were almost filled with tears because the situation of the planted flowers breaks his heart and he moved away from the flower. Rose asked him to calm down that this woman can't do such. "So you're trusting this woman, Rose? don't do that, I'm sure she is a witch!" Andrew walked away angrily. The old woman tells Rose that these flowers are a symbol of two lovers who got killed even at the point of surviving, or did she not think about it that why would a flower got dried up beside a rive