Writing Group: The Language of Flowers

Hello, Florists and Gardeners!

Red Roses for beauty, Lily of the Valley for returning to happiness, Forget-Me-Nots for remembrance, Wheat for prosperity; plants and flowers come in so many different forms. From only a few petals to many, perennial to annual, stems to bark. Despite how different all of these plants are, they all have a universal language. This is the time for Earthly expression, because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

The Language of Flowers

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Just as diverse as the flora themselves, plants have influenced us in so many ways. From the sayings we speak – “Oops-a-Daisy!” – to the songs we sing – “Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme” – they’ve truly grown on us. These beautiful forms of life aren’t just there to dance in our vision, they grace all of our senses. Their scents, the way they feel, and even the rustle of the wind blowing through forests and fields; there’s a reason they tell you to stop and smell the roses!

But even beyond senses, flowers have sprouted their way into language and literature. Have you considered that maybe an artist chose a certain flower for a reason? In the background, the flora can speak loudly, if you’re willing to listen. 

In a more literal sense, maybe you’re a fairy or a forest spirit, your physical form resembling that of a flower or the Earth around you. The place you reside in, it’s beautiful but dangerous. A sunny day is spent basking in the light, but a windy day won’t hesitate to rip your petals off. And of course, one day your fragility could be your downfall. How does that make you feel? Will language ever be enough to properly express this ever-changing life?

Let’s slow down a bit and take in the sweet scents of a flower shop. Maybe you’re the owner of the shop, making beautiful bouquets that are tailored specifically for each person; weddings, funerals, birthdays, get-well-soon’s. Each arrangement tells a story that, even if the customer may not understand it, ties each flower together as they’re wrapped up nicely. On the other end though, you could be the customer. Unable to find the words that you need, you walk into the flower shop. What occasion has brought you to buy an arrangement? What are you hoping these flowers will say to the receiver? 

Regardless of who you are – human or spirit, florist or just someone admiring the world – there is always a plant willing to help you speak your mind. Their language is one that can be understood by all. 

Now everyone, it’s time to make your bouquets.

—Shea

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145 responses to “Writing Group: The Language of Flowers”

  1. Cromillea Avatar
    Cromillea

    Sunflower (Dawn Collection)

    By Cromillea

    In the morning, the Sunrise King cast off his deep blue cloak and awoke in a warm field of sunflowers. He stretched his arms up to the sky and shook off the nighttime frost. He was revitalized at the sight of the flowers, likewise, they seemed pleased at his presence too. They all turned to him taking in the light that reflected off his red cape; their faces continued to follow him as he walked past. The flowers clung to his radiance as he left them behind.

    As the King made his way down the hill, through the tall grass, he could hear something rustling behind him. In a snap, he turned towards his pursuer, drawing his burning blade.

    In front of him was a paladin with a bright cheerful face. She had one great braid of dark hair going down her back, tied on top with an oversized sunflower. The King recognized her as his daughter Dawn.

    “There you are!” she said as she rushed forwards with her shield, tackling him to the ground. The King was shocked, but not wishing to hurt her, he put up a weak struggle as she bound him in chains.

    “Dawn, you better explain yourself,” his voice strained.

    Dawn held his bound arms firmly and fastened the King’s sword to her own belt. “You need to explain yourself, not me,” she said, losing her cheerful disposition. “Why are you leaving us? Why are you running away from us….away from me? You are betraying everyone!”

    With a quick pull, the King broke out of her hold and backed away. “Dawn please, you know that the Moonfall Queen is after me and she will spare no one if we meet again. If I just keep running she will leave you all alone,” he said.

    “Dad, this is reckless!” Dawn pulled the flower from her hair and presented it saying, “they look to you. You give the sunflowers light, direction, and joy. They’ll all die without you, and yes, the people of the sun will too. There’s no running from this.”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I’m in doubt if that is a sequel or a prequel to the dance between those two (considering my theory that their relationship is cyclical, probably these terms aren’t even accurate). This is quite interesting. I love the kind of language you use, which maintain that quality of an old poetic tale. The whole origin myth/natural world explanation through epic tale works wonders in your story.

      My only nitpick is that the ending seems a little rushed, as if cut abrupt. I guess sometimes that’s inevitable, considering the word limit, but since the last one was so well contained and so complete with the same word limit, this felt like it would need one or two paragraphs more to properly wrap everything up or some small change in the pacing.

      But that’s unfair of me, since most of my critique is in comparing with another story that I thought was basically perfectly crafted. Anyway, that’s a great tale (and I love this characters, and I’m quite glad in seeing that are recurring ones).

  2. Putting the flowers outside
    By Pumpkin (who is very tired right now so apologies for typos and the like)

    I pass the heavy iron gate to the garden with upbeat skips and hold my hat before it gets pulled away by a gust of wind.

    I”m greeted by a patch of cheerful strawberries offering their fruit. I pick one, take a bite and find it tastes bright and sweet.

    Then another calls to me claiming her fruit is far sweeter. So I try that one and conclude it’s quite delicious.
    The strawberries keep going, one promise more wonderful than the next.

    But I have more things to do, more things to see. I thank them kindly then get back on my way.

    The road is uneven, the tiles cracked and worn by the passing of centuries.
    However the flower beds beside it are perfect in every way.

    I try to say hello to a pretty narcissus but no matter what I say he keeps bending the subject back to his own glory. It’s quite impolite to be that boastful so I excuse myself with a huff.

    By the lake there stands a weeping willow, I ask what’s wrong and it tells me that there used to be a sweet lilly in the lake at his feet.
    One with beatiful white flowers and bright yellow cores and enourmous leaves dotting the lake with colour and life.

    But then the lily and him drifted apart by currents beyond their control.
    The willow misses her.
    Wishes things had gone differently.

    I have no wisdom to share and all I have to give are my sympathies. I wrap my arms around the trunk, stay there for a while.

    Going deeper inside the garden the wisteria sprawling down the arches whisper sweet temptations in my ear.
    Freedom, power, revenge.
    But only wicked people brew tea from that plant.

    The heavens break and I rush on my way to the rush to find cover from the rain underneath a shed that stood on its last legs.

    And amids the sound of rushing water beating down on worn out tin
    I could hear the flowers cheer.
    I sit down.
    Enjoy the sound.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      The reading here was as calming and joyful as a cup of warm tea in a rainy tea. I loved it a lot.

      I said it concerning your story for last week’s prompt and I will say it again – there is a kind of hypnotic flow in your style of writing that is very unique. It worked with the more action-and-scene oriented story of last week, and it worked as well in this more promenade among the flowers and their experiences. I wonder how well it works in longer formats (since I believe you told us on the Discord that this kind of flash fiction was something new to you) and what more we will see of it.

      There is a very poetic quality to this story. Some passages are more marked by humor (the narcissus talk), while others are so simple and strong that they could be maxims in their own right (“I have no wisdom to share and all I have to give are my sympathies”).

      This is a great story, and I really hope to read more from you in the future.

      1. Hey Aracnarquista ^^

        I’m glad to hear you enjoy my work <3 thank you for the sweet words.

        I have a website + discord you can go to, to read my longer tales and discuss them if you wish (the link can be found by clicking on my name either here or on discord.)

        Let's see…I think if you want something that resembles this vibe the most "mirror of me" under the "Unebre" tab will suit nicely but you can pick anything that catches your fancy ^^

        The hypnotic quality you describe is probably the result of me making a big deal out of flow and having done a reasonable amount of poetry helps lot in that regard. I'll reread and adjust wording to the point it's 'just right' editing is a lot of fun to me ^^

        Once again thank you, I hope to see you around ^^

        1. Aracnarquista Avatar
          Aracnarquista

          Oh, now that I’ve entered your site I see that I’ve read more of you! I believe I walked all paths possibles in “A little game we play”, and let me see – color me intrigued by your writing!

          Certainly you’ll see me around! As soon as I get a little bit more time I’ll take a look at “mirror of me”.

  3. Flower Emergency (kind of a sequel to Boozed Up)
    by VTRwriter

    The phone rang.

    “S.O.S. Flowers, how may I help?”

    “Hi. I want to send flowers to a friend, actually my boss…”

    “Species?”

    “Hmm… She’s a dragon, but she’s usually in human form…”

    “Your species?”

    “…Hafling, but…”

    “So what happened?”

    “Is this necessary?”

    “Flowers have a language, sir. You really don’t want to send the wrong message or cause a wrong impression.”

    “Makes sense. Well, last time we met, I may have said something that offended her, since, you know, she’s been giving me the cold shouder and all that. I don’t know what it was. She’s a nice person, you know, we’ve been friends for a while, and I don’t want bad feelings between us. So I though…”

    “That’ll be three shamroks, one black tulip, one purple hyacinth, two common hollyhocks, one pink tulip and a yellow poppy.”

    “Wow, I didn’t even knew half of those existed. What does that mean?”

    “It means ‘I, hafling, apologize to you, dragon. Please remeber our good times and friendship. Success to you.’”

    “What, really? People understand this kind of stuff?”

    “Not really, it’s a lost language. But at least it looks pretty.”

    “Yeah, seems all right. Oh, maybe if you put some snapdragons too. She’s a dragon, so she might…”

    “Sir, for the love of the eight Gods, never give snapdragons to a dragon!”

    “Huh? Why not?”

    “Because the results can be deadly.”

    “What do you mean? For her, or for me?”

    “Yes.”

    “That doesn’t answer much, but ok, no snapdragons.”

    “If you want to give some flirtatious hints, you could start with blue tulips and then…”

    “Oh, no, no, I don’t want to give the wrong idea.”

    “Sir, you’re sending her flowers instead of chocolates.”

    “So what?”

    “Do you usually send flowers to your friends and relatives?”

    “… Yeah. I think you’re right.”

    “If you need, I have the phone number of a chocolatier friend…”

    “No, no. You gave me a lot to think about for a while. Just send the flowers. But no blue tulips. Not yet, at least.”

    1. Cromillea Avatar
      Cromillea

      This is a fun short story. I’m wondering if you looked up what each flower meant or if you made your own interpretations. Either way I like how specific it is. Also since this is mostly dialogue the scene plays out in my head like a tv episode. I wonder if these two characters have strong feelings for each other, it was hinted, but I can never be so sure. Regardless, this was a very fun exchange to read, thanks.

      1. Thank you for your kind words. And yes, I did research individual meanings for flowers. Actually, there’s a wikipedia page specifically for that!

        All meanings except for the three shamroks and the black tulip are correct. The shamroks are “haflings” (in many RPGs they have luck-based powers) and the black tulip is dragon (power and elegance).

    2. This is such a cute story ^^ the “species” followed by “dragon” is such a good way to set the setting without having to do the whole world-dump song and dance, very efficient.

      I was a bit confused by the chocolate/flowers thing because I personally feel flowers are more personal and romantically loaded than chocolate so I had to read that line twice to get it. The context was enough to explain, I was just bit confused because cultural differences or something ^^

      The line “what do you mean, for her or for me?” Followed by “yes” made me chuckle out loud which is a tad awkward if you’re in a loaded bus but no regrets!

      Final question what species is the florist? If that’s something you’ve considered, just curious who would made the best plant expert ^^;

      Keep up the good work

      1. Thank you for the kind words. I was going to make the florist an old elf, and was going to add the line “I have been working with flowers for over 165 years” somewhere, but there’s a word limit.

  4. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
    Matthew R. Wright

    Flowers For Fiends?
    By Matthew R. Wright

    “I want a Hate-Bouquet. You do those?” A silence followed his question, and lasted a little too long. He repeated, and no, Daphne didn’t. It wasn’t what her flower-shop was for. She was Daphne O’Dea, local green-finger, owner of FLOWERS-FOR-FRIENDS. Hate wasn’t what she grew.

    However, for some reason, Daphne’s tongue had slipped, and she responded with a “Yes.”

    Oops.

    What unsettled Daphne more than the request itself, was the WAY this stranger had asked. Lingering underneath the words was an insidiousness, an unnerving intent. Both customer and question were unwelcome in her flower shop.

    “I need them to repeat a message, a very SPECIFIC message. Can they?” the man asked, in a similar sinister tone. Again, Daphne had panicked and responded with “Yes. The Whisper-Lilies can.”

    The man leaned in, as if to reveal a secret.

    “My…friend, just came out of surgery. Extended Bifrontal Craniotomy. Everyone’s so happy for them. So many get-well flowers. I want the Lilies to give them THIS message, and ONLY at night, after visiting hours, okay? I only want THEM to hear it.”

    The stranger gave Daphne a handwritten note, and she nodded, her neck disobeying her. She gave the man the order-total and told him it’d be ready the next day. The customer gave her a haunting smile that lingered in her mind long after they had left.

    It wasn’t really until THAT very moment, when the customer had left, after hearing THAT request, that she had ever thought about intent.

    Flowers in this place, which is like here but not quite, naturally made sounds, ones that very-much sounded like words. They could be trained to say pretty much whatever a person wanted, and most people used this fact for gift-giving. For cute and funny birthday messages, for songs, for poetry recitations to friends, family, and colleagues.

    Never had she thought that someone would want to use her gifts for anything less than wholesome. This was all meant to be harmless, fun, safe.

    She read the note and what she’d agreed to:

    “It wasn’t enough. They didn’t get it all. You’re still dying.”

  5. The first thing samael was aware of was the throbbing pain in her head. She remembered an argument involving some city folks, that turned violent. Unlike most vagabonds, she didn’t believe the city folks to be evil. Unreasonable, maybe. Usually. Out of touch with the planet? Definitely.
    With great effort, she opened her eyes to find herself in a sterile room. White walls, white window frames, white desk. And a cut flower in a glass on the white table beside her bed. Like death is inevitable for a flower cut and cleaned like this, death is inevitable if a vagabond sets his mind to hunt you down. The clearest threat among vagabonds
    Hissing from pain, samael sat up, took a few deep breaths that felt like her chest was splitting, then hit a big red button on the wall. A moment later, a nurse came in. Cities and their technology.
    “You’re awake” she said cheerfully.
    Samael pointed at the flower.
    “Do you know, who this is from?”
    “Don’t you like it?” A little girl had snuck in behind the nurse. Her smile disappeared, as her gaze met samael’s.
    “inside the city” samael said “what do cut flowers mean? Flowers without their roots?”
    The little girl looked at samael. “flowers are pretty” she said. Samael had to smile. The flower on the table came not from a place of hate, but a place of naivety.
    “they’re not pretty for long” samael said. “a few weeks and this flower will wither. If you gift someone a flower, you need it’s roots, and some soil around it.”
    “that’s rude” the girl said. “giving someone who isn’t a close friend potted plant. Something they need to care for forever, reminding them of you all the time. A nice gift among friends, but rude amount strangers”
    “you don’t have to care for the flower. If you like the gift, you find it a nice place, where it can thrive. If you don’t, you give it back. Either way, the flower won’t die”

  6. Title: Camellia Heads
    By: K.V.

    The Head Abbot stared at me as I strode across the temple grounds. I went straight for the camellia plant visible from his veranda. Neither of us said anything as I glared at the freshly blooming red flowers.

    I wrapped my hand around the most beautiful one. Slowly, I turned to face The Head Abbot again. His expression changed, as if he were trying to stop me with his eyes.

    I ripped the flower off, head and all. Casually, I dropped it at my feet. It wasn’t worth the effort of discarding.

    He said, “You dare such a threat in this sacred place!”

    In reply, I pulled off another head and dropped it.

    His face shot red, matching the flowers. “You ruffian! You scoundrel! I’ll have you thrown from the temple! The shogun will hear of this!”

    Another.

    “Ring the temple bells! Bring all the monks we can. I want this man tossed out on the street…”

    His voice was getting weaker and weaker. He wouldn’t have the opportunity to speak with the shogun. Even a casual letter would take too long. I ripped every flower off of the bush before he could move.

    With that, I stood up and walked toward The Head Abbot.

    No bells rang. No voices cried out for his protection. He scrambled away on all fours like a beast. Pathetic.

    I drew my sword and followed, still wearing my sandals as I entered the building. His back cracked as I stomped down to hold him in place. He squirmed, but couldn’t get out a word.

    With a slash, his head fell limp on the ground. It wasn’t worth the effort of picking up.

    1. Makokam Avatar
      Makokam

      Boy, that sure escalated quickly.

      Gotta say it feels like there’s some magic involved in this, seeing as a place presumedly full of people was suddenly empty. Or at least silent.

    2. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
      Matthew R. Wright

      This was a very different story than what I had expected from the title. There’s a mixture of genres and styles in here that match rather nicely, to create this kind of strange and mystical sense of other worldliness to it. I agree with Makokam that it VERY MUCH escalated quickly. With the word count limit, that’s very much inevitable. I enjoyed the piece, the flowers and death connection works nicely here. Good job.

  7. By The Book (Chronicles of The Dragon) Ver 2.0
    By Makokam

    Celeste answered the phone after two rings. “Sunnyside Flowers, how can we help you?” she asked. The voice on the other end spoke for a moment, and she scribbled along. She pulled a calculator over as she asked, “Did you want this by volume or price?” She scribbled an amount and started doing calculations. “Are you sure you only want the three flowers? … Alright, will do. Did you want these delivered or-? … Oh. I’m sorry. We can do that easily. … We can do it today actually! Alright. What is the card you’ll be paying with?” She scribbled some numbers down, then clicking her pen and setting it down. “They’ll be there tonight. Have a great day!”

    She tore off the paper and walked to the back. “Got another for today.”

    David turned around and said, “Great. Just throw it on the pile. I love getting more same day arrangements.”

    Celeste slipped the order into the day’s basket. “Well, it’s two hundred dollars worth of three different flowers. Should only be as hard as you make it,” she said, and went back to the front counter.

    David blinked then grabbed the order: Red Carnations, White Carnations, Dark crimson roses “So, not hard, just boring. Do we even have this many carnations?”

    “Use more roses. Nobody complains about more roses.”

    A couple hours later the driver, Al, returned.

    “Got a couple more for you and that’ll be the end for today.”

    He nodded and walked over to the delivery table. “Oh, got a big one this time.”

    After loading the truck, it took almost an hour to deliver all but the big one. That one was going to a cemetery on the other side of town. It wasn’t a hard delivery, and he knew the place well.

    The grave, a simple marker of expensive stone bore the name “Seraphin Valeria” and a date several years prior. Al set the flowers down. He looked at the mass of flowers and took off his hat. “Well, I dunno who you were Miss, but you obviously meant a lot to somebody.”

    1. It chafes my niblets that I cannot remember who Ms Valeria is. I want to say Johnathon’s mother (figure)?

      I think that many roses cannot possibly make up for whatever happened. She’s dead and gone and the roses won’t make a lick of difference now.

      On the other hand, the florists got to earn a lot of money on this day.

      1. Well, the flower meanings, acording to Almanac.com, are “deep love”, “remembrance”, and “mourning”. (Link in name)

        Ms. Valeria is someone Jonathan would have very much liked to marry, but their daughter killed her before that could happen.

    2. Well that ending certainly ended up hitting me hard in the ol’ feels lol. I’m not sure if I remember who Ms. Valeria is, but it isn’t important for the story. You get across what’s intended.

      I like how the beginning of the story came across and just how… normal and everyday it seems. The dialogue feels very real, especially David playing the part of the disgruntled employee. Boy do I feel that one lol.

      No big action scene or cute cat girls but that last line and the clear respect and reverence in which it was said does pack a wallop.

      1. Makokam Avatar
        Makokam

        Thank you.

        I grew up in a flower shop so I wanted to focus on it being as real as possible. Though, it might be a bit out of date even for when this is set because that store closed in the early 2000s.

        “Valeria” is Sera’s last name. I had it as “Ms. Sera” at first, but it seemed weird. I’m glad the ending worked for you.

    3. Donovan Avatar
      Donovan

      I like this piece a lot. The dialogue is very believable, good job on that, but what really struck me was the structure of the thing. The way you convey the mundanity of life at the flower shop, and then punctuate the scene with a reminder of death was particularly poignant.

      1. Makokam Avatar
        Makokam

        Thank you.

        I’m glad it all worked for you. And I’m pretty proud if the dialogue.

    4. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      Considering the epicness and violence of the other stories in the Chronicles of the Dragon, this story is an interesting side story. Told from the point of view of a flower company’s employees we see the making of an arrangement, its transportation, and delivery. Seems on the surface fairly simple and matter-of-fact. Yet clearly there is deeper meaning here. The flowers were expensive and clearly seemed to indicate feelings for the late Ms. Valeria, thought I admit I’m missing some pieces of the puzzle as I don’t recognize Ms. Valeria or her relationships to the rest of the cast. So it falls a little blank to me. I’m sure I’d appreciate the story even more with deeper context, but as our word limitations cut such things short, I’ll have to wait and see more of the context later. Otherwise, good story and one I look forward to learning more about.

      1. Well, for the deeper meaning, click the link in my name.

        As for the mundanity of it… I dunno. Just seemed like the best angle to tell this story from.

        I might need to make some edits though. People seem to like this story, but I bet they’d like it more if they actually knew who “Ms. Valeria” was. Lol
        (It’s Sera.)

  8. Lulumin Avatar
    Lulumin

    Flower Dancer
    by Lulumin

    The performance ended with the dancer poised on one leg. Applause reverberated through the hall and Alissa bowed. It was her first time performing a solo act, but it had gone better than expected. The young woman was showered with flowers and bouquets were pushed into her arms as she left the stage.

    She went backstage, sitting down on the floor. She placed the flowers next to her and massaged her sore feet. She glanced at the empty space at her other side. Pausing, she stared at it blankly. Alissa shook her head and returned her attention to the flowers.

    She went through the plants— including some she had brought before her performance— and picked specific ones to gather.

    Stargazer lilies to say “I miss you”. Purple hyacinths for apologizing. Yellow roses for friendship. Daffodils for new beginnings.

    Alissa took one of her ribbons and tied the stems together. The intended recipient was sure to understand. Hopefully they’d accept it, despite the messy appearance. She looked into her duffel bag for a paper to leave a message.

    Once she looked inside, she noticed a box that wasn’t there before. On it was a note with the name of her former dance partner. She smiled, hope and excitement blooming in her chest.

    Alissa opened the container. Inside was an anemone. A beautiful flower with a lovely meaning— one that gets turned on its head when it’s a gift. The dancer felt a chill run down her spine as she stared at the blossom in disbelief.

    “I hope you die.”

    1. Makokam Avatar
      Makokam

      The reason sending flowers with specific meanings has nearly been forgotten probably has to do with the chart I used says different things from the one you used.

      Regardless, it’s a really good story. I’m curious about the last line though. The chart I used says the meaning for that flower is “forsaken”. So was the line her response to the sender, her saying her interpretation of the flower, or talking to the flower itself?

      1. Lulumin Avatar
        Lulumin

        That’s information I got from a friend. I don’t know what source he got it from, but he said that sending someone an anemone is essentially telling them to die. The difference might be a cultural thing.

    2. Donovan Avatar
      Donovan

      I like this story, I think you had a good “show, don’t tell” thing going with the whole looking at the empty space beside her bit. I think the explanation of the meanings of each flower in the middle section could have been summarized. Overall great job, I look forward to seeing more.

    3. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
      Matthew R. Wright

      This was fantastic, that final line, wow. I had wondered where the story would lead, and it lead somewhere very dark and very interesting and mysterious. Great stuff. I would love to see an expansion of this concept, in longer form. I would love to know the relationship between the two dancers, and the intent behind the message. This was a great use of the theme. Awesome-stuff!

    4. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      This one got me thinking about the potentiality and limitations on using flowers as a way of conveying messages. We all here are discussing based on overall similar table of meanings, but with some variations, and there are some meaning charts that vary a lot on what each flower can represent. So that might have colored how I read and interpreted your story… maybe intent and message received are mired in noise to begin with. Maybe the message Alissa is making will be misinterpreted, and maybe the message she received originally meant something else. Regardless, it is how a message is received that makes an impact… and what an impact that was!

      I really liked the pacing and imagery built on this one. The dancer using the fruits (or, in this case, flowers) of her success to work out a message, the feeling of missing someone and trying to work out that feeling through act, the surprise with the box and the revelation of what it contains… that was really beautifully written. That’s a great tale!

    5. Well that was a devastating conclusion but it’s such a human situation. A broken relation one side wants to save is a tragedy no matter which side the blame is on.

      Part of me wants to know what happened but I’m also glad the scene stays in this single impactful moment instead of cutting to a flashback that could potentially ruin the flow.

      Basically I’m curious, and if you have an answer i like to know (outside of the story) and if not, that’s cool too the scene is probably stronger for it.

      Also the setting of the scene was vey vivid and the mentioning of it being her first solo act is a nice little detail for the reread ^^

      Keep up the good work

    6. Whoooh! What’d she do to piss them off?

      I get what everyone else is saying, but I think the ‘Forsaken’ interpretation can be synonymous with yours.

      The relationship is forsaken. Alissa abandoned her partner in one way, probably deciding to commit to a solo act for the first time, and her former partner sealed the end of the friendship by sending the anemone.

      I enjoyed reading this. Good job!

  9. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
    Arith_Winterfell

    “Flowers in Hell” (Aethir: The Vanished World)

    By: Arith_Winterfell

    Arith carefully held up the green stemmed flower with deep rich purple petals for the students to see.

    “Wait. So, there are actually flowers in the Hells?!” one student exclaimed.

    Arith smiled and continued. “Actually, there are whole fields of them. Remember, the Lower Planes are not a uniform single landscape made of red rocks and lava. Some of the Lower Planes are cold and icy, others are verdant with strange creatures.”

    “And they aren’t . . . alive?” asked another confused student.

    “No. Extraplanar beings’ physiology isn’t like our own. So, they aren’t alive in the same exact way you and I are alive. Take this flower as an example, it lacks a xylem and doesn’t require water. Instead, it draws on the ambient energies of the Lower Planes,” Arith explained.

    “But how are you alive just like us? Even if you look just like us, you’re demon-blooded, aren’t you?” asked another student accusingly.

    Arith paused in thought before answering. “Well, roses are seen as being symbolic of love. What does this flower mean then?” Arith held up again the purple flower to the now bewildered students. “Everything lives in relationship to everything else. What things are and what they mean come from those relationships. I have a mother and father just as you do. I was born into who I am. I accept who and what I am. We spend our lives struggling to carve out who and what we are. In those ways we also choose who we are as much as others choose who we are.”

    Here Arith smiled as he waxed poetic, “This flower is a word not yet spoken. It has no meaning in our culture. Someday we may give it a meaning, but for now it is pure possibility. May it also be so with you. Now, back to our lecture on the Lower Planes.”

    1. Lower Planes. Nice. I also refuse to have Hell in my fantasy world. There is the Plane of Torment, but it’s not biblical hell. The creatures that wind up there are the ones that revel in the misery of others.

      I would like to know more about the physiological details of your universe building.

      In our reality, life feeds on life. It’s not evil, it’s the way things go. Feeding off energy SOUNDS a lot like soul-sucking, but I think it’s pretty far from that.

      1. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
        Arith_Winterfell

        Thanks for the review. 🙂

        The flowers aren’t so much soul sucking as perhaps “filter feeding” spiritual energy ambient to the Lower Planes.

        I think really, the physiology of life on the Outer Planes is probably unique to each sub-plane of existence.

        All that said, I’m glad you noted the language choices on the Lower Planes bit. I really did want to paint them as being homes to otherworldly spirit beings, but not being a Christian “Hell” either.

    2. Makokam Avatar
      Makokam

      Vast differences between this week’s Arith and last week’s Arith. I assume a hefty time gap is involved?

      Odd to say that flower isn’t alive. It eats, even if it doesn’t need water, and I presume it grows and reproduces, so what makes it not “alive”?

      It would be interesting, though, if these flowers didn’t grow or reproduce, and just somehow stored the energy they absorbed. Making them essentially a magical or spiritual battery.

      1. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
        Arith_Winterfell

        Thanks for the review! 😀

        There isn’t actually a set timeline yet, but actually there isn’t much time difference, just that you are seeing two different sides of the same conflicted figure.

        As to the un-alive flower, I suppose I should be a bit clearer in the story, in that not being “alive” is more about having a physiology that’s alien to life in the mortal world, so simply not alive in the quite the same way mortal life works. Perhaps to put it another way, more in terms of physics shortcuts, breaking the normal physical laws that define the mortal plane. Such as breaking laws of thermodynamics or interacting more with spirits than normal physical life in our world.

        As to spiritual battery…well they could also be the equivalent of magical or spiritual grenades then too XD

  10. RVMPLSTLTSKN Avatar
    RVMPLSTLTSKN

    The Hunt
    By RVMPLSTLTSKN (The Saga of The Deep One’s Wake)(Repost from Private)

    “Rose grape, teak, jasmine, rose,” Jabil Tai said. “Just like the others.”

    Xe was staring down at the body of a young man, laid out as if sleeping, on a flower-studded blanket. Xe was glad he hadn’t begun to smell yet, but the freshness of the body disturbed xir. The remains of a small fire were next to the body, but xe hadn’t seen it last night. Perhaps the killer took their time?

    Xe reached for the ashes. Still warm. Warm enough, an ember yet lived. Xe tossed it onto the blanket, where it began to smolder.

    “May your soul find peace,” xe whispered, glad that the man’s blood hadn’t been spilt. His neck was a discolored mass, but not like he’d been strangled.

    Xe strung xir bow and mounted xir horse. Xir leather armor creaked oilly.

    “Where to, shaman?” Xir companions asked.

    “Look for tracks. We know they are heading roughly west, but they may have turned north or south.” Or, xe thought, we missed them like we missed this fire.

    “Here!” The call came soon.

    They rode quickly, Tai’s urgency born of xir desire to end this hunt. It had been months, xe thought. A hunt for justice longer than was due for one little girl who wandered off. But it wasn’t just one girl. A few weeks into their hunt, they had found another. An old woman no one knew. The man today was the sixth.

    “We must tell the children about the danger of strangers and solitary wanderers,” xe said to Temugin, who found the trail.

    “If they aren’t grown already when we return. At this rate, I’ll be a grandfather.”

    “And with your luck, it’ll be twins,” xe replied.

    “Don’t say that, shaman. You aren’t there to separate their souls.”

    “I’m sorry, Temugin. You know how I am when we find a body.”

    “Is it a spirit?”

    Tai considered. The murder followed their beliefs, but seemed ritualistic. No blood was spilt, ever, but each body was displayed, given reverence. “No, human. I don’t think we can truly understand this madness, but we don’t need to.”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      So that’s how the hunt in going…. not great, it seems.
      This was very interesting. I really like Tai’s character, and following xim now is being an interesting way of seeing how the people of this world deal with problems and with what is still not know. The banter about the time really shows how the hunt can weight on them all and how the situation is perplexing…

      To be a little nitpicky, I found the last paragraph a bit confusing, specially the phrase “The murder followed their beliefs, but seemed ritualistic”. Most rituals are based in a system of beliefs, so what I’m taking here is that Tai’s culture does not see itself as if engaging in rituals? This does not seem right, specially with the discussion of the need of the shaman home to perform the rite to separate the souls of twins. So I’m really at a loss at what is being said there. Anyway, that’s a very minor thing. Overall, the story is really good and well-written.

      1. RVMPLSTLTSKN Avatar
        RVMPLSTLTSKN

        Thank you for the review!

        The belief being referenced in the end is that Tai and xir people belief that if a body is broken, the soul is released. To follow those beliefs, it would be unthinkable to kill by shedding blood. They would favor the use of poison (as in this case) or strangulation.

  11. Project May

    By Joe

    My objective was to give a flower consciousness.

    I spliced human DNA into a Sunflower, and allowed it to go through several life cycles, until a suitable specimen was created. The CT scan showed it had a fully functioning central nervous, respiratory, circulatory and muscular system. It could now act autonomously, but it wasn’t over. The last step was to inject isolated knowledge, via artificial memories, into the cerebral ventricles, spreading it throughout the brain.

    This was where it went wrong.

    Immediately, it flailed about and screamed. It grew green tendrils and wrapped me in them, holding me tightly in place, as the face of the flower glowered down at me.

    “Take it back!” It yelled.

    “W-what?” I stuttered.

    “Take it all back! The thoughts! The knowledge! The awareness… THAT I’M A FLOWER!”

    “Why? You have been given the gift of knowledge, sentience, and autonomy! Why would you give that up?” I argued.

    “I’M A FLOWER!” It shouted, tightening its grip. “I’m not meant to KNOW THAT! You cursed me with something I never knew I didn’t want, with a language I never needed to speak! I was always spoken for.” It’s breathing labored. “I want to kill, hide, be angry and sad. WHAT ARE THESE THINGS?! I can explain it all, but I don’t want to!” It cried.

    Its eyes shot back and forth in a panic, rushing through the new information I gave it. Until it let go of me, grabbed a pair of shears, and cut its own head off.

    I felt sick, not from the flower’s grip, but from forcing will into something that never asked, needed, or wanted ever in its life.

    I shut down the project with a heavy heart. I did this to answer a petty question that held too much sentimental value to me. My daughter, May, was taken by a cancer I was too late to save her from. She always wondered what a conversation with a flower would be like. Would it bring valuable insight into our world?

    No.

    Like all life, flowers just are.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      As always I love the discussions you put in your stories (I’m not referring to the dialogue specifically, but particularly to those last few paragraphs where a sad meditation takes place). Still, this one got me strangely…

      I think there was something about the plant suddenly growing tendrils that didn’t exactly seemed to fit with all the explanation on the experiments before… it is almost as if I’d rather had a little bit less of explanation to allow for the more fantastical horror scene to flow more naturally, or for it to be toned down a little bit to follow the experiments description, does it makes sense? I felt almost as if reading two different horror stories – the experiment one (which builds a lot of tension in its description and in being, although a bit bizarre, very down to earth and technical) and the flower crisis (which seems to jump to a more fantastical and less hardly-grounded space of suspension of disbelief, and releases the tension almost all at once and sustains the horror more in the experience of the creature who suffered the experience).

      Overall, I really liked this story, but these somewhat three pieces seemed more like three great fragments that could each grow into yet another stories. Almost like a gardening project.

      Anyway, too many words to point just one impression. Still a great story.

      1. Yeah😐. I’m not going to justify anything here. I just didn’t know how to write this one. I tried to expand on the existentialism but it came out with unnecessary sentimentality.

        Over all, I plainly did not enjoy my story.

        But thanks for the review. It’s much appreciated.

    2. Lulumin Avatar
      Lulumin

      The concept of the story is really interesting. The idea of forcing sentience onto a flower and it rejecting and becoming hostile towards it and the emotions it feels is a fun one that I think is explored quite well for how short these are meant to be.

      My only gripe is that the ending and mention of the daughter felt a bit abrupt. It seemed like the story tried to take a different direction and tone at the last minute. Regardless, it was still a fun read.

      1. I completely agree.

        A better ending would’ve been the viewpoint character expanding on why it was a mistake to force thought and will into a flower.

        Like this.

        I shut down the project with a heavy heart. My reasoning for this project was immoral for trying answer a petty question. What’s a conversation with a flower like? But it was obvious in the end. They didn’t need to know what a fragile fleeting lifeform was able to do for us medicinally, psychologically, and poetically. And they didn’t need to say anything when already spoken for. They’re not resentful towards the creatures they nourish and enrich life for at their expense. So it huants me that I made the first.

        That would’ve been better, but I didn’t think of that until thirty minutes ago. I tried to expand on the existentialism before, but didn’t know how until it was too late. So I ended up hating my own story in the end.

        😐 So yeah. This just wasn’t my best. 😃👍But thanks for the review. It’s much appreciated.

        1. Aracnarquista Avatar
          Aracnarquista

          You know what? This ending here is great, so I will lean again in the gardening metaphor I used before and say that one can really see the potential of the bulb developing into the full experience it hints here.

          Anyway, that’s the thing with our stories. Sometimes they just come as they come, and not always that’s their best form (and working on a timeframe amplifies that greatly, while all the same allowing for a lot of stories to in fact come through that perhaps wouldn’t in a less defined context). Still, it is a good thing that they are out there, and we can talk about them and keep polishing them if wanted. That’s also a very interesting and useful way of practicing our writing (that being said, abandoning a story or leaving it as it is is also completely alright).

        2. You thought up a better ending ^^ that’s great, no need to feel bad about that, you can still change it or take it as an opportunity to learn.
          I agree with a lot of the points given here but i still gave it a like because the premise and idea behind it is really good! And yes, its rough, but if you feel like doing so you can always rewrite it, mold it into something you feel proud of ^^
          You don’t have to of course, but there are published authors who sneakily edit their stories in between printing runs, so even in print nothing is final.

          I did like the angle with the sick daughter but if I were to try and write that in I’d have to spend extra words all over the tale to drop hints and tidbits as to what happened to this scientist. Words that probably would have gotten we in trouble later on so leaving it out is probably for the best ^^

  12. The Missing Link Avatar
    The Missing Link

    In Mid Bloom (The Lands Within)
    By: The Missing Link

    “So you suck on the yellow ones,” the small creature said to her partner.

    Alpha believed they were called humans but could never be entirely sure.
    “Ew, you’re eating a plant?” the other responded.

    They were small for humans though, at least in Alpha’s experience, odd creatures overall really. Was eating a plant so odd? He realized he had never seen one eat before.

    “What do you think vegetables are…”

    A pressing question really.

    “Gross.”

    Entirely unhelpful.

    “You’re such a kid Joey.”

    So a “kid” is a human that doesn’t like plants? This was useful information, Alpha supposed, but something felt wrong about it. Everything felt wrong, really. That was the trick with shades, there was always some feeling nibbling away. No matter how many fragments Alpha saw, it was always off, and he hated it… or himself for it? He could never tell.

    “Hey it’s not like… wow it’s so sweet,” the short haired one, Joey, exclaimed.

    So Joey wasn’t a kid anymore? Alpha never could understand them, these humans. Maybe that was his problem. L always seemed happy when she learned something about them, though that usually happened before shades disappeared.

    “Oh no,” the long haired human looked at the object wrapped around its wrist, dad’s gonna kill me if I’m not home soon, same time tomorrow after school?”

    It was odd really, how much Alpha saw in these humans. They made less than a bit of sense, but there was something about them, something that kept him coming back through the fragments, longing? Regret? Regardless, his light was not in this
    fragment. He’d leave these two humans to their blooming… relationship of some sort, whatever it was.

    1. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      It is a good short story I found it funny how he got frustated with the kids antics. Kind remind me of one of the HFY story where aliens try to understand humans by fragments of media and also get frustated.

      The idea of the shades, fragments, the confused narrator looking for “his light”, and the short mention of “L”. There is alot to unpack here.

      If is part of a new world it did convey there are many things going on and we are able to understand where it was going.
      What I understood that Alpha is looking for “his light” using shades to look in “fragments” and stumbled into this scene.

      I can only think on nitpick things that is more of a personal preference than anything.
      I personally couldn’t think in any yellow vegetable that you would need to suck that was also sweet.

      And despite Alpha claiming this their relationship is blooming I think a few description of the kids feeling/reaction might have helped sell this idea.

      something like “the moment joey tried the food and enjoyed it the girl seen to also become happy despite not being the one to consume the food.”

      good job

      1. The Missing Link Avatar
        The Missing Link

        Yes, this is the start of a new story universe I plan to keep using going forward. To clarify, Alpha is a shade too, though what that all means will become clearer in later stories. The plant the kids were eating is honeysuckle.

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      So… there is a curious feeling I have when I came to comment on this one. I already knew a bit about what is happening here, since I read when you said on the Discord what this world would be like and about, and now I got here thinking if I didn’t have this knowledge beforehand, would I be able to glimpse it from this fragment? I’m not sure…

      Anyway, the dialogue between the humans is quite sweet (though I find the reticence in “What do you think vegetables are…” a very odd choice), and the thoughts of Alpha are interesting to follow, though I guess the strangeness of how they take things to be a bit overdone. Nut maybe that is just a lack of context on how Alpha experiments this scenes, maybe it is not a lack of previous experiments with human, kids or the concepts that signify they, but a more complex or nuanced way of perceiving them at all (how does Alpha see, hear, feel those shades? would another creature, different from a human, be strikingly different than they? are the words pronounced there being heard as they are spoken, is a difference in language possible for these shades? there is a lot still to be glimpsed from this world…).

      As Hyperion said, I also didn’t quite get the idea of a blooming relationship, and that is specially curious considering Alpha is having such a hard time in understanding what is going on in that interaction. So it is strange to assign such an interpretation to it. Anyway, I really like the overall feel of the story and the world it is developing, but it seems like there are some elements that could better sell the tone and feeling for it to really take root (pun only half-consciously intended).

  13. Ken Jatta Avatar
    Ken Jatta

    As Rare as Peace
    By Ken Jatta

    Past the metal fence that separated the green memorial field from the rest of the world stood Victor and his two sons. His oldest, Donnovan, hands in his pockets, was tuned into his own world while his youngest, Isaac, was off in a nearby crater sitting in the enveloping grass. Down in the craters were Trillish Stems, known to many as the flower of togetherness.

    Trillish Stems were a flower ironically called a stem due to its incredibly short blooming season of two weeks in late spring. They favored lower elevations, often being found in valleys, gullies, and craters. And in the memorial field where the three stood, it was only Victor who knew what created this hilly field.

    He was Donnovan’s age when he first visited this field. Victor arrived with his platoon as reinforcements after retreating from their previous ground battle. The belligerents attacked the field four days later. Victor and his men pushed them back after days of fighting. Following the assault he and his men endured four weeks of artillery shelling, which sculpted the field into an unrecognizable landmark.

    While birds chirped in the nearby treeline, Victor focused on the past sounds of bombs whirring through the skies like metal banshees. He knew his sons didn’t hear what he heard but he feared Donnovan just might in the coming years.

    In less than a year, the state will send two officers to Victor’s home in search of him. From there Donnovan will be transported to the nearest barracks where he will be officially conscripted. It was the curse of sharing Victor’s last name.

    Guilt swarmed Victor when he thought of that fateful day, now knowing what his father must’ve felt when he himself turned seventeen. Just before his lip trembled came Isaac from the crater he sat in.

    Isaac handed a select few Trillish Stems in full bloom over to Victor. Victor accepted them before patting Isaac on the head. If only peace in this world wasn’t as rare as those blooming stems.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That was beautiful and very well written. The very contrast of the flower whose meaning is “togetherness” growing in what is the mark of a previous war (during a brief respite of peace, all seems to indicate) is an amazing way to use the prompt. Language does seem to be full of potential and ambiguity. The word may say “togetherness”, while the tone may be a bit more somber and sad, “grave” even.

      This also has a lot of imagery built in and a lot of information and it never feels like it does not flow well. This is a very well-crafted story, and the bittersweet ending has a little more of the bitter than the sweet punch to it. Really good tale, it was a really good read!

    2. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      That was a very well thought short story, you maneged to wave the meaning of flowers as well the theme and tone in one wonderful mix.
      If I’m to be nitpick I would find strange that Victor was already on some leader role when he was at Donnavan age while donnavan still haven’t even be conscripted.
      reagardless great piece,

  14. MasaCur Avatar
    MasaCur

    What the Flowers Say
    By MasaCur (Reposted from Private Group)

    Tanaka bowed to the school’s cultural club. “Hello. I hope you’re all doing well today. I thought we’d take a stab at flower arrangement. Specifically the Sogetsu school, which means ‘Anything, anywhere.’”

    She waved her hand out to the table in front of her. A couple of examples of flower arrangements she had set up earlier were sitting on the sides. “I’ve left all of you a selection of seasonal flowers, some other leaves and vegetation, vases, and garden shears. The most important thing is volume and colors. Try not to strive for symmetry, but think about the direction your arrangement is going toward. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask me.”

    She sat down at her table and grabbed a daisy from her collection.

    “Nice kimono, faker!”

    Tanaka looked down at the daisy. She blinked in confusion.

    “I know your eyes don’t work with those glasses, but don’t tell me your ears don’t either.”

    “Excuse me?” Tanaka asked.

    There was a shriek from one of the first year students in the club. “Miss President! The flowers– they’re talking!” She looked like she was on the verge of tears.

    Tanaka bit her lip. “Okay, everyone! This is probably one of those genre breaks starting up. Just…just try to continue with the flower arranging. I’m sure everything will go back to normal soon.”

    “Yeah, keep lying to these sheep!” the daisy said. Its leaves curled down to its stem as if mimicking putting its hands on its hips. “Explains why you don’t have a boyfriend right now.”

    Tanaka snatched up the shears and held them up to the daisy’s peduncle. “Look here, you little shit! One more word, and I’m cutting off your blossom.”

    “That’s what I would expect from a dominatrix like…”

    Snip.

    “Murderer!” a chorus of pussywillows on the table started to chant. “You murderer!”

    “Miss President!” the first year student squealed, hands on her ears. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

    Tanaka sat up in her bed in a cold sweat, gasping for air.

    “Why does my school have to be so weird this year?”

    1. Cromillea Avatar
      Cromillea

      Every few lines my eyes widened. These flowers have a lot to say, rude things at that. I found this casually absurd, its not often I read something that makes fun of its own wild direction. When the president cuts the flower off it is both literal and figurative, very cleaver. She is so calm too, like its just another day at school. Well done, this was surprisingly funny. Thanks for sharing it!

  15. Lantis Armstrong Avatar
    Lantis Armstrong

    edit: double post oops

  16. Lantis Armstrong Avatar
    Lantis Armstrong

    Scratch that.

  17. Tamela Redfin Avatar
    Tamela Redfin

    A rose for Miss Cece

    By Tamela Redfin

    “Let’s send a message to Cora that her dear lover is gone.” Salvador suggested.

    “Maybe, or we can let it bite her in the arse.” I replied, “But I don’t think he’s fully gone. Feldspar is cunning.” I reminded him. “But it wouldn’t hurt to scatter him into the four winds.”

    I wondered about Cece. I felt I had been ignoring her. I think she was with Sapphira, helping her with Aquamarine and Garneta. Maybe if I could just get her some flowers.

    “Where’s Cecilia?” I asked Salvador. He pointed to the place and listening closer, I could hear crying.

    Upon closer inspection, Sapphira and Cece were trying to put the twins to sleep. “Oh, hi Cam.” Cece beamed. “Garneta doesn’t want to sleep.”

    “Oh, is she hungry?” I asked. Sapphira tried feeding her, and she soon yawned.

    “I got it from here.” Sapphira whispered. “Go relax, Cece.”

    We nodded and slept as I held each other. I woke up in a garden of red roses.

    “You see all this, Cam?” She asked and I nodded.

    “The flower of love, but how am I here? Did you bring me with you?” I gently ran my hand on her right hand.

    Cecilia tilted her head, “Flower of love? Roses?”

    “Yes, at least where I’m from. My mom loved flowers, so I learned about them.” I plucked one.

    “Wow, for a flower of love, lots of thorns.” Cecilia chuckled. “Thank you Cam, but now we have to wake up.”

    I looked at Cecilia, who now had a darker flesh tone, but the same silver eyes.

    1. I am not sure what’s going on, but I am VERY glad that SOMEONE decided to scatter Feldspar(‘s clone?) to the four winds 😀

      The problem with First Person, exhibited here, is that nobody can immediately tell who’s perspective it is until someone mentions their name. As it is, I think there’s too many dramatis personae to keep track of what’s happening in your scene.

      Word limits. They are a bitch.

    2. Makokam Avatar
      Makokam

      Ya know, I can definitely see you’ve improved. I think your stories lack focus though. This feels like you took a three thousand word chapter and reduced each scene to a couple sentences.

      Now, obviously we have a word limit so we cant write as much as we’d like. The issue here is that by inluding the little blurbs of everything else, you didn’t leave yourself much room for the main part of the story. At least as far as the prompt was concerned.

      And I’ve no doubt the choice of a thorny plant like red roses to mean “romantic love” was intentional.

  18. VulpesRose Avatar
    VulpesRose

    The Council of Flowers
    by VulpesRose

    The meeting of the Council of Flowers began precisely as the last of the morning dew evaporated.

    Iris, the wisest among them, called the meeting to order. “Rhododendron has sent word of danger in the east meadow.”

    Lavender scoffed. “They send word of danger every three weeks.”

    “Could this be another false alarm?” Snapdragon asked cautiously.

    “Their warnings generally have merit,” Rosemary reminded them.

    “If there is a threat, action should be swift!” Tansy declared. “All who oppose us must be crushed!”

    “Now, now,” Azalea cautioned, “Rushing in would be foolish. Rash action can be worse than inaction.”

    The silent Belladonna nodded in agreement.

    “Indeed,” Iris agreed, “and their message came with an additional warning, one I hesitate to bring before the group.”

    A heavy silence fell.

    “There may be a traitor among us.”

    “Certainly not!” Daisy cried. “None among us could do such a thing.”

    “That’s exactly what a traitor would say, “ Lavender muttered.

    “WE MUST-” Tansy began, but was cut off.

    “This could be a ploy to sow discord among us,” Snapdragon warned. “Let us not be hasty.” He looked to Azalea, who nodded fervently.

    “Iris,” Daisy’s voice sounded small, even for one so young, “do you believe there could be truth in these rumors?”

    She gave Daisy a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “It would not be the first time, I’m afraid.”

    Iris continued, speaking calmly over the rising whispers of panic, “This complicates our response, of course. How are we to reach a consensus when one among us may be an enemy?”

    “Perhaps one is not needed,” Rosemary offered, “In times past, a single leader was sometimes trusted to make decisions for the group.”

    The vote was tallied: three for Azalea, four for Iris, and one for Lavender. Everyone assumed Lavender had voted for herself.

    “I will endeavor to live up to the trust you have placed in me.” Iris closed the meeting and left to make her decision.

    “Let’s just hope she’s not the traitor,” Lavender said.

    Belladonna cleared her throat, reminding all present that perhaps the proper response was silence.

    1. VulpesRose Avatar
      VulpesRose

      Here is what each of the flower characters personifies based on their meaning in flower language, in case it completely fails to be clear from the text:

      Iris – Wisdom, Hope
      Rhododendron – Danger, Beware
      Lavender – Distrust
      Snapdragon – Deception
      Rosemary – Remembrance
      Tansy – Hostile thoughts, declaring war
      Azalea – Temperance (self restraint, moderation)
      Belladonna – Silence
      Daisy – Innocence

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        That’s very interesting. I really like how the flowers personalities and messages mirror the significance their presence would have in this language of flowers interpretation chart. This has a kind of original myth vibe to the interpretation, or a mnemonic device to conjugate each character trait to a flower and then more easily remember its significance. And the execution is very well done (specially considering the number of flowers in the meeting and the limitation on words).

        The only critique (which might not even really be a critique at all, more like a comment on forms of reading it) is that first reading it without knowing a lot about the interpretation chart it seemed like a good story, but a very simple one. And then, after reading about the meanings, it really shines. So I guess it is a tale that almost needs some para-text as a reading guide to give us context (which may be a good thing: as said before, after reading the meaning of each flower the tale becomes a lot more powerful, and it is also a really fun way to get by and learn this information; but might also be to its detriment: since my first reading was not as engaging as the second, and what makes it shine is in some measure information that is “out of the text” ).

        Anyway, it was an interesting and joyful read, and also a nice way to learn about the meaning of these flowers in a flower arrangement!

        1. VulpesRose Avatar
          VulpesRose

          Thanks so much! I liked the idea but was worried I had bitten off more than I could chew with it, so its nice to know that it isn’t a complete failure of what I intended, just not as strong as it could be. I probably should have cut a few characters to let the others personalities come out a bit more, and the doubts were heavy once I posted it, but I’m glad it was still somewhat interesting.

          Your critiques are always so thoughtful, thank you for taking the time.

    2. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      I agree with the Aracnarquista review, the story really shine after knowing the meaning of the flowers. I think the 350 words really limited in what you could bring. I guess only focus on a handful of flowers could give you more space to explore it, but doing so would limit the interaction of this personification come to life. It really a catch 22 I guess that is how they call it.

    3. Lulumin Avatar
      Lulumin

      The story’s very fun and I really like the direction you went with it. Having the flowers personified is a slightly unexpected and unique take on the prompt. Although this is a bit more of a personal issue, it is a bit dialogue heavy and didn’t show us as much of the different meanings/personalities as it could have. If it had more prose focused on things like body language, it could’ve shown more of each characters’ traits in a different way. Overall, it was an enjoyable story that could’ve been stronger with the direction it took.

  19. Pluie Avatar
    Pluie

    A whisper from the past
    Written by: Pluie

    As I slugged on through the ankle-deep cave water, I noticed the glow of our destination in the near distance. A thick field of Hiwstret flowers. A soft exhale left my mouth at the realization that a long anticipated rest was finally within reach. I lengthened my strides, feeling carefully through the dark water with my feet to avoid getting jammed into an earth fracture. Not because it could injure me, no (My armored boots would make sure it couldn’t) But because I would feel really bad if I accidentally woke the little Abaktu Oracle in my arms.

    The water slowly became more illuminated the closer I got to the field of glowing blue flowers and the once dark water had become clearer and more vibrant the closer I got to the dry cave stone the field had found refuge upon. I waded my way up onto the land and moved sluggishly passed the shore, disturbing sleepy little bulb flies as I did. I walked on until I found a particularly thick bed of Hiwstret and finally set little Phodie down on her back, folding her hands over her chest to mimic how she usually slept. I moved a little ways away from her and laid myself down in a patch of dimmed cave moss close to a wall, which I chose to turn towards rather than have my eye blasted by the radiance of the Hiwstret.

    At least that’s what I told myself. In reality it’s been years since I hadn’t felt sick to my stomach when looking at Hiwstret fields. Because every time I’m passing through the caves and I see them, I expect a little voice to call to me. “Papa! Papa! Look!” My little girl would always say this when she found something she liked. The last thing she showed me was a purple ‘Concherbury’ hidden in the Hiwstret fields closest to our house “if you say something to it and then put it to your ear, it will say it back!”. I decided to bury her with two, so she always knew I loved her.

    1. Ken Jatta Avatar
      Ken Jatta

      Fun fantasy vibes with a shockingly dark twist in the last paragraph, which I’m always a sucker for. I enjoyed the creativity you put in your setting. From reading this it seemed you had a definite idea of what it was that you wanted to portray, and you did a solid job setting the scene with little space to do so.

      There was a moment where I thought Phodie was a different person than the oracle, and to remedy that I suggest you place her name and characteristics closer together in the text.

      The first sentence in the second paragraph runs on for too long and I had to reread it a couple of times. I think dividing it into two would’ve been better. (Have one talk about the water illuminating and another being just about the glowing flowers.) A sentence works best when there’s primarily one major subject and I think the issue with that sentence is that there isn’t a clear enough establishment as to what is the main subject.

      Finally, the dark twist at the end was jolting. If this was your goal then I’m happy to report a job well done. However, some readers don’t like a sudden twist like that and (this is optional) if you ever want to soften the literary blow so as to not lose readers then a good idea would be to drop hints throughout the story. Have the narrator talk more about how she *used* to feel in his arms, for example. Again, this part is optional.

      Flashbacks like these will always be a bit jolting and if you soften the impact too much then it crosses a threshold of being redundant. It’s all about a sort of balance.

      This is a fun read. Please take my like now <3.

      1. Thank you! I really appreciate your review! I really did have this story in mind since the first time I heard the prompt but sadly it didn’t come out exactly how I wanted. There were supposed to be more hints and even some dialogue from Phodie but due to the word count I had to cut a lot out. But a lot of the sentence structuring did stay the same, so the advice on that is very helpful and I will try to look out for it in my future writings. um and the dark twist at the end… I didn’t really want it to be so dark but I cut out a lot of the mood building segments causing it to seem sudden.. even though it’s the reason I made the story in the first place lol. Your idea of subtleties is really good though and I will look to try to apply that to future works also. But uh- This was actually really helpful overall, thank you again!

    2. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      Amazingly done and a gut punch at the end. You create a rather interesting world in the few words you used.

      I have a few personal points that you can feel free to ignore.

      But I while I enjoyed alot, there is a rather suddenly divide between bringing the oracle to this safe place and his sad memory of his daughter.

      I imagine that if you want to up the “feels” factor, maybe instead of him carrying this oracle around, it was him remmebering the day he needed to bury his daughter and was in some dream or denial that was only broke on the end when he remmebered that had already been years since he did it. But once again he found himself surronded by the glowing light of the hiwstret.

      Ofc, this may be a small part of a bigger narrative it may make more sense. But it all about preference in the end.

      1. Actually, this was my original idea for the story but I decided against it and instead decided to use this as a way to plant my first seed of these characters and the world surrounding them into the foundry. Sharing bits and pieces while I work on everything behind the scenes sort of thing. The dynamic behind Phodie (the oracle) and the main character is that he kind of relies on Phodie to keep him sane after some… tragic events, not correlated with his daughter. Mostly because Phodie sort of reminds him of the good times he’s had with- his daughter. uhm I wanted to convey that in this story too but I had to scrap a lot of things and so it just turned out to be more of an info dump. I’m hoping the next time I decide to make a story in this universe that it turns out to be much better. Thank you for your review though! I’m glad you enjoyed the story and I promise that the next one will be better!

        1. Hyperion Avatar
          Hyperion

          oh, they are long term characters that is nice.
          Kind remind me of how in both Hulk and Beserk, the MC seen to need a remind from a small person to gain their clarity back or risk loosing themself into the memory.

          Another idea is to do a similar thing, when we have this character lost in some sort of PTSD or bloodthrist, but as he meet reminders of his daughter, like the glowing plant and eventually the Phodie he is brought away from the “bad place” and closer to “reality”, maybe ending with him cradle the oracle in his arms while saying that she remind him of his daughter or something.

          Ofc, this is just some random thought. Don’t put too much weight on it.
          You are doing amazing work, keep it up.

  20. Aracnarquista Avatar
    Aracnarquista

    The flowers of Daedenias
    by Aracnarquista

    If your feet ever find their way to Daedenias, pay attention to the flowers. There, knowledge is scarce to those who can only read letters. You’ll need to open your eyes, ears, attune the very pores of your skin… for wisdom is everywhere. There are no better teachers than the flowers of Daedenias.

    See the Dancing Devil: vibrant blue petals, long leaves. With the smallest touch of wind it spins frantically, searching the surroundings. Ever aware, but also ever joyful, its dance is an act of vigilance, its vigilance a dance step. The Dancing Devil teaches us to never let our guard down, and also to never be overweight by our own guard. Let your attention fall light on your shoulders, so you can carry it longer.

    Feel the texture of the Crimson Scarves, flowing from the treetops. They came from high, but aren’t afraid to hang and move towards the soil. Their freedom is in accepting that not all want to ascend, and that there is beauty found in the shade. Yet, their roots remain high and firm.

    Smell the Purple Specter. Observe how its form vanishes from view, but its striking presence remains. Not all that is perceived is really there, and there is more that is than one’s perception can reach. Perhaps one can be and not be simultaneously…

    Notice the flowing trails of the Sailing Tunics, who travel as a way of being still. They trust the waters to carry them to wherever they need or want to be, and are rewarded for their trust with unexpected surprises and awe-inspiring adventures.

    Beware the alluring visage of the Preying Tulip! Beauty might show its gilded thorns… while hiding its cruel fangs.

    Then, notice how they grow from the same soil, and thrive on the same world. Different ways of living, different lessons to teach. Daedenias is treacherous, but also welcoming of various play-styles, if you care to play its game. If you ever set your feet there, learn from the flowers.

    And if not… learn from the flowers, all the same. That is still good advice.

    1. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      It’s a neat idea, that flowers teach us with their individual abilities rather than actual speech or communication. Leading by example. All of the individual descriptions are very unique and interesting to read. My only nitpick would be with the end where basically says “if you don’t learn, learn anyway.” I get what you’re getting at, but I feel it could be better worded. Great job!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Oh, my bad. The idea I was going for at the end wasn’t “if you don’t learn, learn anyway”, but “if you don’t get to Daedenias (to learn from the flower there), learn from the flower (here) anyway”. But yeah, the sentence being cut short leaves an ambiguity that is not exactly what I’d like it to be (and here’s probably the first time of very few times I will complain of ambiguities, my darling ambiguities!). So, you are right, it certainly could be better worded…

        The thing about this one is that I was quite tired to keep editing, had just one word to spare, and if I didn’t post it then, I’d end up scrapping the idea and writing something else. Still, it was good to now notice that I could have just exchanged the order of what was said in the penultimate paragraph to keep it clearer:

        “[…]Learn from the flowers, if you ever set your feet there.

        And if not… learn from the flowers, all the same.”

        Does not have the flow I’d want, but it is a bit clearer.

    2. VulpesRose Avatar
      VulpesRose

      I LOVE this!

      I was actually contemplating as I was reading over stories from this week that it was funny how all of the fantasy world’s still contain the same flowers that ours does, and then your story graced me with exactly what I was thinking of!

      I really love the images you paint of these beautiful flowers and the lessons you impart on the reader from them. My brain 100% accepted that these were real plants and nothing felt preachy or overdone. It had just the right tone of wisdom and wonder.

      Loved it! Thank you so much for sharing this!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot for the kind words!

        I’ve written two other stories for the prompt before setting on this one, and in the two before that I refrained from describing or characterizing the flowers that appear. It felt a bit odd, but perhaps necessary, since I both don’t know that much about flowers nor their possible meanings and wouldn’t have the necessary words to both tell the scene and describe new flowers. So, ultimately, it seemed like a way to do it: focus on the flowers and the ways one can experience them. Very different than what I usually do, but it was a fun experiment!

    3. The Missing Link Avatar
      The Missing Link

      The descriptions here are great and make me curious to hear more of this world being built here. I would love to read a story of people actually interacting with these flowers and the animals that would call those fields and forests their home.
      That said, it felt like more a passage than a story in its own right. There’s no narrative arc, and the ending doesn’t really seem to close anything set up earlier. I could see it as a metaphor for prejudice to look at all these beautiful and different things coming from the same place, but I’m having to stretch to see that.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Yeah, I get what you mean. This does not follow a narrative arc, more like a counsel or a description (or both). To be fair, I was shooting for another thing with this piece, but I get it. And the ending was changed more than once, with different wrapping messages each time, so there is grounds for a lot of stretching interpretations not just on the reading, but also in the exercise of writing as well.

        The ones I’ve written before these (but decided not to post) had more of a traditional narrative arc, but I wasn’t as keen on polishing them to post, so I tried this approach. Anyway, those had a modicum of a relationship with Daedenias the place, though they didn’t mention it at all. They were set in the same universe (the stories about the organization/brotherhood/cult know as the Cauldron), but Daedenias is supposed to be a legendary place more implied than present (one can imagine it sort like as how Avalon is treated in Arthurian legends). Maybe I will come back to these stories for future prompts, if the prompts allow for it.

    4. This is the type of story you listen to when you want to unwind.

      When life becomes too complicated and hard to describe, it’s nice when you let your mind relax and have someone else tell you how something else works.

      This reminds me of the story you wrote for The Leaves Tell a Story. The meditative nature almost matches the conversation the monk and the stranger have talking about stories told by different elements in different places.

      Very calming. Very good.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot!

        Curious think, the inspiration for both stories (though I ended up turning both of them scenario-agnostic during edits) was mostly the same world and the same characters… So there was a chance the stranger would be the one to compile this counsels as well.

  21. Herbal Remedies
    By Fvn 🙂

    “A dash of magnesium, two shakes of sodium, pinch of hibiscus and.. Wild poppy? Hmm well if you insist” Kestrel reached up from her concoction haphazardly towards the bottles labeled Poppy Extract. She uncorked the bottle without reading it and prepared to add it when suddenly Orik walked in on her.

    “KESTREL WAIT!” She turned to look at him standing in the doorway indignantly, one hand out stretched and the other grasped firmly upon the door frame. “EXTRACT! That’s Poppy extract!”

    She looked back towards the label and realized the grave mistake she was about to make. Slowly she corked the bottle and placed it back up in its designated spot.

    “Oh, I um… didn’t realize. Just thought I could get a head start is all..” She said blushing out of sheer embarrassment at such a rookie mistake.

    “How many times have I told you to study your Botany? You know it’s not your expertise.”

    “I just wanted some practice, and I figured medicine would be a good start.” Both looked down at the concoction she was devising as she blushed in embarrassment again.

    “Well you’re lucky I caught you, because this could have ruined quite a few peoples’ days.”

    “Like that time where we put the mushrooms in Ms.Esther’s order!”

    “You put the Psilocybin in that mixture, and if I remember correctly I asked you to add lion’s mane.”

    “Well they’re all so similar to me.”

    Orik, looking a bit annoyed, turned to a nearby shelf, pulled down a book titled “The Language of Flowers, Medicinal Herbs and Fungi” and placed it before her upon the desk.

    “Start with Annuals and end with Perennials, and Kestrel!”

    “Yes, sir?” Kestrel answered, with an embarrassed tone.

    “No medicine!” Orik gave her a very stern look before hurrying out the door and down the hall to begin his morning routine.

    Kestrel stood at the table and waited for Orik’s shadow to disappear down the hall, then quickly closed the book and returned it to the shelf.

    “Wild Poppy, not Extract…” She murmured before returning right back to work.

    1. Oh gosh. Kestrel should not be allowed to mix potions. AT. ALL.

      I think we should be grateful that Orik doesn’t have Extract of Ergot on their shelves. That could be an even bigger disaster.

      I keep telling people to RTFM [read the f—ing manual] and it looks like Kestrel needs to read the f—ing instructions AND the f—ing labels.

      Currently, she’s a danger to everyone she makes medicine for.

    2. Hyperion Avatar
      Hyperion

      Nice short. I liked using alchemy to link to flower as well how you pointed how some mushrooms look very much alike and lead to confusion.

      I liked the light interation between Orik and Kestrel despite she being scolded.

      Also Take my words with a grain of salt because they are more personal preferences.
      I think if you had noted what kind of results such miskates gave it would better show what tone of this world. Ofc the rest of the story seen to imply that is wasn’t a light hearted world, but maybe it could be whimsical and magical if the faulty hair gel turned the hair into flowers or more comedic and not as crazy if they would have caused just some flatulence.

      And maybe a reason why she wanted the “head start” as the words “rookie mistake” seen to imply she is not a rookie and already work doing that. It could be because she has plans and want to finish earlier.
      Or maybe the moment Orik left she look at the book and make a grimace before returning, showing how she just dislike the botanic study.

      I also may be wrong but the 2 mushroom you doesn’t looked very much alike in the google, but that is really small nitpick;

  22. Adrian Linford Avatar
    Adrian Linford

    The Rose
    By Adrian Linford

    Amira sat in her home office, dog-tired and on her fourth energy drink, staring at the jumble of folders and documents on her desk. She’s pulling another all-nighter, one of many since being assigned to this case over a year ago, but she feels it is right to devote a significant amount of her time to it.

    The folders on her table, some involving assault, robbery, arson, and homicide, appear to be isolated incidents of terrible people doing awful things, but they are inextricably linked to the case Amira is working on. She would reach for one of them, grabbing one of the folders titled, “The Rose”.

    “The Rose” is the pseudonym of the criminal mastermind who oversees New York’s underground and night crowd scene. Despite his relative youth, The Rose has proved his authority and power to the other gangs in New York as well as to the law, giving them a ‘friendly’ reminder of who the true kingpin is around here.

    Lucky or unlucky, Amira was one of the detectives chosen to pursue this case.

    During her exhaustive investigations into The Rose, she discovered several of the strange symbology used by the criminal boss. One of these symbols focused around a single flower, which was strangely related to his name, a rose.

    She rummaged about her desk for a few more folders, opening them and inspecting the images within. Every photo from seemingly disparate crime scenes, involving assault, robbery, arson, and homicide, has one element in common. Each of these crimes has a rose planted where it occurred.

    Amira’s all-nighter was cut short when she heard a knock at her front door. She sneaked out of her office and to the door with caution. She peered through her door’s peephole.

    There seemed to be nothing, perhaps the exhaustion was getting to her, but she opened the door to take a better look around, just to be sure.

    When Amira opened the door, her heart dropped into her stomach at the horrifying sight. A vase of black roses was propped against her door.

    1. Ken Jatta Avatar
      Ken Jatta

      This is definitely the start of something great, perhaps could even be the first opening paragraphs to a great crime/mystery story. However in the frame of 350 words this seems to be a lot of setup and not enough punch.

      The setup is perfect and you did everything correctly. As a reader, I’m hooked. I want to know more about this Rose person. The symbology and calling cards are there and I love seeing it. It’s easy for the reader to follow but vague enough for there to still be some mystery.

      I think where you struggled the most was with the pacing. Because this is good and the pacing that you’re taking this story fits with this genre…….it just doesn’t fit in 350 words.

      Amira is in her office and at her desk up until the last 4 paragraphs where then she gets up and walks to her front door to see flowers. There’s little action in this entry. The rest of this submission builds background and hype behind this rose persona that, unfortunately, I’ll never get to see bear fruit. And because that hype won’t be realized it makes this story come off as flat and uneventful.

      What I would’ve done is flip the script and start from the end rather than the beginning. Maybe write about how Amira is on The Rose’s heels after months of tracking him down. Maybe the story starts with her arriving at his hideout. Detail to the reader how difficult and notorious he was to find and pursue up until this point. And just as she’s about to catch him, she opens the door to his private office to find only a vase of black roses on the desk with her name on a card next to it or something.

      Action creates engagement and readers love to be engaged with what they read. I still think what you have here is worth expanding upon. Great Job & great entry <3

  23. Magic System Avatar
    Magic System

    Everpetals
    The Magic System

    Cef fiddles with his sleeve again, trying to pull it lower over his wrist. The city, full of blazing light and electricity, is far enough that the static in his head isn’t getting any louder. But it’s still– pain stabs through Cef’s skull, and he flinches, pressing his hand to his temple. His vision fills with static too, and Cef barely manages to stumble to a bench and hold his swimming head in his hands.

    Someone sits next to him. Instantly, Cef shuffles away and holds his hand close to himself, tugging at the sleeve. The static has dissipated enough to see that it’s a woman with short, dyed hair framing a concerned face. “Hi there.” Her voice is soft. “I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

    “I’m- fine,” Cef stammers. Something about the tattoos on her arms reminds him of his– he shakes his head, wincing at the pain from doing so.

    “If you’re okay with it, I’d like to try to help. Can I see your hand?” The woman offers her own, but Cef flinches away. “Oh, I’m sorry- you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just.. here, maybe this will help explain.” The air is suddenly cold enough for Cef’s breath to mist out in front of him, and he could swear that the lines on the woman’s skin are glowing. “My name’s Carnivale, but you can just call me Iva.”

    The name pulls understanding out of Cef’s foggy thoughts. “Witch-markings,” he breathes. Iva nods, and everything is normal again. “I’m sorry to be a- a bother, but, maybe you can help me?” Slowly, Cef pulls back his sleeve and shows his own arm to Iva, revealing glowing blue veins running up his forearm, and small ethereal flowers blooming from them.

    The moment she sees it, Iva yanks the sleeve back down over Cef’s arm. “Fate’s threads, keep that hidden,” she mutters. To Cef, “Do you know what those flowers mean?”

    “N-no.”

    “Only a few people in all of history have had those.

    They’re how we communicate with gods.”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Being completely frank, there is so many ways to interpret the words here to build that world that I might have a very, very different impression than what was intended, but I loved that clash of the magical and the modern/futuristic. The language is very electric, and it is very easy to get the same cloudiness or static-ness that Cef is trying to deal with.

      Overall, the tone of the piece seems very self-contained (an encounter where one under duress finds help and information), but hints at something quite grander… which is how a lot of good cyberpunk stories start. This has all that feel to it. Really interesting piece!

    2. Pluie Avatar
      Pluie

      I love the imagery in this story! The way you write gives the reader a very vivid and detailed look into the world you conjured with very few words. The way you describe Clef’s actions and the tension you build in doing so is marvelous! and I love how you released the tension only to replace it with a feeling of uncertainty at the end. It was that smooth transition between the tones of the story that I really enjoyed! oh and the imagery of the flowers and the veins was very cool too, the veins visualizing stems and alluding to how the two were similar was a very sneaky way to sort of drive home how serious Clef’s predicament was. I loved it though ^^ keep up the good work!

    3. VulpesRose Avatar
      VulpesRose

      The vibes, the vibes! I am loving this worldbuilding.

      This feels like that bit they sometimes put in the front of a book so you can get a feel for the story, and when well done, you finish it and go, well yeah I have to read the rest of this right now!

      I love the idea that proximity to a city is physically hurting him, and I am so interested in if this is a recent development or its just getting worse.

      There is a lot going on here, witches and weird city head pain and magical god communicating flowers, but even though that all sounds insane in a list here, you managed to make everything feel like it 100% belongs in the world of your story

      And “Fate’s threads,” is an awesome curse.

      The best word to sum up this story is cool (and not because of the cooling magic lol). Thank you for sharing it!

    4. Michkon Avatar
      Michkon

      The story has a good setup and it leaves the reader with many questions. Is Carnivale a name that has some meaning or is it randomly chosen? The end was a surprise for me if I’m being honest since I thought this was going to go in a different direction. Regardless, it was a nice story and I hope to read more of your works!

  24. ThatWeirdFish Avatar
    ThatWeirdFish

    Petals Don’t Lie
    By ThatWeirdFish

    “So… you want to join our band of merry men?” The gnome bandit who called himself Leafbiter smirked, leaning against his improvised weapon that suspiciously looked like a trowel that had gone missing last week.

    “Well… yeah,” Freddie drummed his fingers on his knees as he sat on the grass. “It’s summer, and ma wants me to be busy, so… why not?”

    Leafbiter chuckled, shaking his head. He then muttered something in the fey tongue, causing his fairy companion to giggle. “As good a reason enough as any. Grapepicker! Bring out the test.”

    “I can’t wear that!” Freddie protested as the portly gnome approached. “Flower crowns are for girls.”

    “Didn’t your parents warn you about upsetting strangers?” Leafbiter frowned, snatching the loop of white daisies from his fellow gnome. “It won’t hurt you, look.” He threw it on his head with an annoyed snap of his wrist.

    Though the sight of an oversized flower crown flopping half off the head of a grumpy gnome was funny, the magical change of the petals from white to bright reddish-orange made the boy smile. “Woah… what does it do?”

    “It’s a test,” Leafbiter said gruffly, taking it off and waving away a bee that got too close. “Just wear it and answer our question, capiche?”

    With an eager smile, Freddie nodded and Leafbiter tossed the crown to him. After carefully putting it on his head, he waited for the question. Then the fairy tilted his head, watching the crown intensely.

    Leafbiter leaned forward on his weapon and asked with utmost seriousness, “Which is better, apple or blackberry pie?”

    “Um… apple?”

    The fairy’s eyes darted between the crown and Freddie’s face before shaking his head with a decisive half frown. Then with a snap of Leafbiter’s fingers, Freddie found himself sitting beside the goat he was supposed to be milking that morning. He gingerly reached up to see if the crown was there but only found the faintest specks of pollen. After looking at the dust on his fingertips, he ran out of the barn.

    “Ma! You won’t believe what happened!”

    1. Ah, a fun story about faerie and gnome shenanigans. I like this story. It’s fun and light and really rings of fantasy folklore. I feel a bit sad for Freddie for being rejected so quickly from the test, but it was still a fun read.

      I like the take on the prompt here. What exactly the language of flowers is, is never really explained in this story, but I can hazard a guess. Correct me, if I’m wrong, but did the flowers somehow convey information about Freddie’s answers to Grapepicker, which Leafbiter then used to disqualify Freddie? I assume, it has something to do with lying, though that’s just speculation on my part.

      Well done!

  25. Lee Strangely Avatar
    Lee Strangely

    Flowers (from the world of “Branches”)
    by Lee Strangely

    The hill was lusciously green, apart from the wooden door and few small windows. They almost looked like they were laid in the pasture rather than a part of an actual home. Apart from a small path to the door, the front was completely surrounded and covered with a variety of vibrant flowers.

    Knock. Knock.

    Ben waited for an answer.

    “A visitor?” something murmured.

    “What?” Ben turned to see who spoke but found no one nearby.

    “A visitor?” another sarcastically muttered, “oh joy.”

    Others began to chime in as Ben tried to follow the noise.

    “No visitors! No, no, no!”

    “Don’t like them. Don’t like them at all.”

    “Who is it?”

    “Who. Who could he be?”

    Noticing a slight breeze, he turned his attention to the gardens that around the hill. His eyes eventually fell on the flowerbed just in front of him.

    “I don’t like visitors, they cast such large shadows.”

    “Perhaps he comes to pick us!”

    “Oh no!”

    “Oh horrible, HORRIBLE!”

    “Oh hush. The idiot probably got lost hiking.”

    Ben took offense, “Who you calling idiot?”

    They were startled by this.

    “Oh my!”

    “He listens!”

    “Does he understand?”

    “Perhaps he’s not so bad…”

    “Still don’t like him…”

    Eventually Ben could hear noises from behind the door. The door opened partially to reveal an older man.

    “Uh, hello,” Ben introduced himself, “I’m Ben.”

    “Winston,” the man answered looking kind of surprised as he went to shake his hand.

    “I know this may sound eh, kind of odd… But the trees said that you would be able to answer my questions.” Ben showed him the old book.

    Winston smiled at the sight, “I’d be happy to. What is it you want to ask?”

    There’s a woman. She probably passed through these woods. She’s… she’s made of wood… and lacking feet…”

    Winston froze with dread.

    Ben continued, “I heard something about a butcher?”

    “NO!” the flowers gasped.

    “No, no, NO!”

    “Quiet!”

    “Keep quiet!”

    Winston quickly pulled Ben inside, “Don’t EVER say that out loud.”

    1. Skeleton Avatar
      Skeleton

      I enjoyed your description of the hill-house and thought that it was a good, new take an a hobbit-style abode. And while the premise in interesting, I noticed a lot of things that could be improved. For one, the transition from the opening descriptor of the house straight to the dialogue is a bit jarring. Furthermore, the dialogue could use some descriptors to make it more obvious who’s talking. For example: how many people are in the house? I know it’s more than one, but It could be three or four, or maybe it’s a new voice for every line.The reader has no way of knowing for certain without descriptors.

      1. Lee Strangely Avatar
        Lee Strangely

        Thank you for your critique! Any dialogue not specified as Ben or Winston is from the flowers outside. Due to the number of flowers, giving separate descriptors for each quote would be tedious and massively bloat the word count past the limit. I couldn’t just combine them all either, as it would imply that everything is coming from one mind, or that the flowers are all speaking in unison (which they are not). I admit it isn’t perfect, but it seemed like the best way to visualize it on paper at the time.

    2. quenton mori Avatar
      quenton mori

      so intristing i want to know more more
      great job of setting the qestions to keap you hungry for more

      -how can the boy comunicat white plants
      -hoe is the maystery girl
      -hoe is the butcher
      -what has the butcher don
      -how can the old man aid on his jearny
      so much questions on a single page
      i love it great job

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Well, since I’ve been following how this story has developing piece-by-piece, this is intriguing. Not just to where the plot is going, but also that I feel a bit of a change in tone, I guess?

      The first one seemed very much like fantastical realism to me. Then the second started veering more into fairy-tale territory, and here it seems like it is almost certainly in dark fairy-tale land with a pinch of horror. Though, to be frank, I guess suddenly (comparatively speaking, though) being able to understand vegetation talk would be a kind of horror in itself.

      Which makes me wonder… would Ben be able to talk to the wooden lady now, after the scene with the trees?

      Anyway, it is an interesting ride, but to my eyes it seems like it relies a bit more in the episodic format than I’d be comfortable with for a self-contained short story. It is a good story, but I guess I’d appreciate it a lot less if I wasn’t following it from the beginning.

      1. Lee Strangely Avatar
        Lee Strangely

        Thank you for your critique! Ever Since I wrote the first part, I thought of the whole thing more and more as being a fairy-tale or having a fairy-tale feel (with some darker but still fantastical elements).

        To be honest, I’m beginning to think that I thought a little too far in advance (and with such specific moments in mind) for this whole thing to work well as a series of individual interconnected prompt stories.

    4. VulpesRose Avatar
      VulpesRose

      This gave me very Labyrinth like vibes (which is one of my favorite movies, so that’s a very good thing!).

      I have no idea what’s going on in this world, but I want to know more.

      I think it might have been a stronger ending with Winston smiling, saying “I’d be happy to,” and maybe making some sort of comment about the flowers being rude or something, just to tie it all together. As it is, I get the definite sense that I am missing a lot of lore here, so the ending just doesn’t have as much of an impact (since I’ve never heard of this butcher before or know anything about this quest)

      Word limits are the worst, and I’m sure this is a large result of that. But I did enjoy it!

      Thanks for sharing!

  26. RamblingRook Avatar
    RamblingRook

    Flowers In The Night
    By RamblingRook

    A knock echoed through the barren darkness. Coeruleus, though tired, rose from his slumber. He lit the candle on his nightstand and headed downstairs. The floorboards creaked and he winced at the noise. Normally he would have been quieter but weariness held him in its grasp.

    He opened the door and nearly dropped the candle in shock. What lay at his doorstep drove out the sleep and replaced it with fear.

    A bouquet of flowers. The multicolored rhododendron stuck out immediately to him.

    Beware.

    Coeruleus hurried to bring the flowers inside, intent to understand the message he was sent.

    He set the candle down on his desk and pulled the cipher from a hidden drawer. White daisies meant farewell. The only times the rebels said farewell was if there was a chance that someone could die. The rebels were warning him that he might die.

    Fennel was strength. That could only mean the King‘s Guard. His gut twisted into a knot as he realized fennel bloomed in the morning. The KingsGuard were coming to kill him in the morning. Somehow they must have found out he was a spy.

    He eyed the next flower as his pulse quickened. Purple pansies. He would be remembered if he died. The pleasantry was not at all comforting. Next were pink petunias and red gloxinia. Do not despair, you have a proud spirit.

    He forced himself to laugh, grin as his situation was. They thought he could handle it and get away.

    The last flower, belles of Ireland, meant good luck. He would have no help in this endeavor. Coeruleus did not feel lucky at all.

    1. Skeleton Avatar
      Skeleton

      I think the way you handled the prompt was very clever, if not a bit literal (not that that’s a bad thing!). I also enjoyed the pacing of the paragraphs, as it made me feel anxious going from a long opener to very quick lines of thinking. If I would critique anything, it would be two things: the first being the question of why flowers would make Coeruleus nervous? I understand that he realizes it’s a message, but a quick note of confusion or a passing line like “he never received flowers” could work to your benefit. The other is with the flower cypher itself. How did Coeruleus know which flowers come first in the message? Was there a pattern in the arrangement?

      Otherwise, I really enjoyed this piece!

    2. VulpesRose Avatar
      VulpesRose

      Since I spent much too long looking at flower meanings for my story, I was excited to see them used here as well!

      First, I think you have a small typo “grin as his situation was,” I assume is supposed to be “grim.”

      The start of this really reminded me of Treasure Island when they receive the Black Spot. Similar vibes, and I was into it.

      My only (admittedly nitpicky) thought is that, if the rebels had time to make this bouquet and put it on his doorstep, whey didn’t they just write him a note? Maybe it could work better as walking down a path and seeing flowers on the side of a road, or another spy putting a bouquet in a window where he would see it, like the knock comes and no one is there, there’s just a candle in a window in a house across the road with a bouquet of flowers.

      Regardless, this was very fun, and I’d love to see this used in a longer piece where the flower meanings could be woven in slowly overtime just to hit the reader hard with a bouquet at a pivotal moment. Thanks for sharing!

  27. Galer Avatar
    Galer

    The flower Tenderer.

    The woman took good care of the flowers in the valley by herself, while some people came by to get some.

    She made sure to water each thirsty little rose, violet, petunia, and sunflower in her garden around her house with devotion. making sure they were full of vigor.

    Why? People would tell you she was just as delicate as the same flower she cared about after all she was connected to them since she was a child. Her family took care of them from generation to generation from humble gardeners to farmers, to frugal shopkeepers.

    All in her lineage, they took care of the little things in the forest it was the truth she was connected to then she share the same feelings as then, the fear they feel went a storm came, the worry if their petals fell apart either from storm wings or because of vermin trying to eat then, they thirst for weather, how happy they feel during the day, they dream during the nights, their hopes and anxieties.

    She also felt bad when they were about to die so easily for the little ones if she didn’t take care of them well enough. She learned the hard way that she was a little lad being taught by his father how to take care of the little ones. but thanks to her practice and dedication she could only feel a smile crop up on her face because she knew.no she felt that every flower in her house was grateful.

    For her hands were the ones that took care of them and made them rise from mere seeds on the ground to beautiful blooms that often dream of touching the sky with their petals, a mere thought that amused her.

    Who would have thought that a flower could dream big?.

    At that moment she heard a tap on the door of her house. The little ones outside told her they were here to adopt more flowers.

    and like the dutiful dryad she was, she came to the door with a smile on her face.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Hello there, Galer. I don’t remember seeing your name on the last weeks, so I’m guessing that’s the first of your tales you share with us, am I right? Anyway, there are a lot of things to really love in this piece. Some of your descriptions are really lovely, the way the ending is revealed works very well, and I find the sentence “Who would have thought that a flower could dream big?” particularly beautiful.

      Also, I guess the caretaker would think that! One who dotes her flowers with care and attention would not only want the best for them, but also expect them to grow to new heights as well. That was lovely.

      I’ll point out some aspects that could be addressed so that the experience of reading your tale would be a bit more clear and easy. There are some moments when the ideas are a little rushed and coming all together, in a way that it is difficult to parse what you are trying to say. This is particularly noticeable in the fourth paragraph. Breaking the long sentence into smaller ones usually helps with that. You also seem to avoid the use of commas in places where they would really help with clarity and flow, so I’d suggest taking special care with them in other stories.

      All in all, just some pointers to try to help in future writing. I still find the overall story presented quite lovely and fun to read. Keep writing!

  28. John Perceval Cain (oneeye John) Avatar
    John Perceval Cain (oneeye John)

    The Duchess’ Left Hand
    John Perceval Cain (oneeye John)

    His robes made little noise as he moved through the restricted section of the Duchess’ garden. He lovingly tended his beauties; Aconitum with its dark blue flowers, the shrubby Brugmansia with its trumpet-shaped flowers, Digitalis with its purple tubular flowers on a central spike, and others.

    “Lorcan! I need you. Attend me.”

    He finished pruning dead foliage off the plant he was inspecting, placed the cuttings into a canvas pouch on his belt and standing, purposefully strode towards the manor house. He locked the metal gate as he passed into the rose garden.

    “Where are you?”

    “Here, my lady!”

    The hem of his robe rustled as he picked up his pace. He mounted the stairs and passed through the arched portico covered in tendrils and entered the patio. The Duchess, in a black and deep red gothic gown, stood fidgeting with her reading glasses. Her personal assistant held the door to the foyer open.

    “The bastard. The churlish half-faced lout.”

    Lorcan nodded.

    “He rejected me. Me! I want you to…”

    Lorcan raised a hand. “Don’t speak it Madam. Not here.”

    “You’re right… To my study, where we can talk in private.”

    ***

    Lorcan didn’t care about who or why, he was his lady’s problem solver. He took care of or eliminated things that vexed her. He took a week to plan a resolution to this problem, a so-called gentleman who maligned his Duchess.

    Lorcan dressed as a server at the miscreant’s private club, where he smoked, drank, and read. It was teatime. Lorcan had prepared the pot of Earl Grey enhanced with purified belladonna root extract from his plants. He served, and the gentleman asked for honey. Lorcan had prepared for this eventuality and used Oleander nectar honey. Lorcan completed, withdrew, moved to the edge of the room, and waited.

    The gentleman drank the tea, coughed, a pinkish froth at the corner of his mouth. He swayed, fell forward, grasping at his chest and hit the table dead, knocking over the centerpiece, a sprig of Oleander with its clusters of pink five-lobed flowers.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Oh… that particular flower language does talk the talk, it seems. That was a really interesting read, and a very interesting take on the prompt. Surely, a message was sent!

      I really liked the descriptions. Everything in this tale seems full of sensations, sounds, visions and tactile experiences. Very-picture like in some moments.

      Also, interesting way to set up what was to come, with Lorcan working on the restricted section of the garden. Surely he has some important skills to be a problem solver.

      A really nice tale!

  29. What the Blooms Mean [A Tiefling Tale/Cordelia’s Journey]
    C. M. Weller

    Kosh was ‘walking out’ with ‘some maid’ he’d met during his shenanigans in the Undercity. That much was clear. The rest of it was behind his usual obfuscations and distractions. Those who knew him admitted that they made a cute couple.

    Those who didn’t know him tended to stare and whisper, which was why both he and the ‘maid’ Delia wandered outside the city to take in fresher air in the relative wilderness. It was more restful that way. They could be alone together with the secrets they shared, and enjoy each other’s company.

    Until they chanced upon some wildflowers. Mostly bright yellow dandelions, but there were other blooms in the riot of colour. That was when Delia shied away from the blossoms.

    “Something the matter with dandelions?” he asked, also guiding their walk away from them.

    “I have had terrible nightmares about them,” she confessed. “I’d rather stay away if you don’t mind.”

    “As you wish. A moment, though,” he leaped into the flowers and gathered a cluster of everything not yellow. Which he presented to her with, “A lovely lady still deserves flowers.”

    *

    Her husband and sons were up to something. The not-so-loud whispers were a dead give-away.

    “Nein, nein, nein, meine kleinen. No dandelions. Dandelions give your mama terrible nightmares.”

    “Aw but Papa, they’re pretty,” complained Kormwind X..

    “I like them,” whined Benevolence.

    “I know, meine lieben. They’re very pretty. Almost as pretty as your mama… but she still doesn’t like them.”

    Cordelia, sneaking up behind them, said, “I don’t mind them so much any more.”

    The result, which included her husband the Earl Kormwind IX hiding a handful of dandelions behind his back, was hilarious.

    “We pickeded you flowers,” said Benny, holding up his bouquet. Dandelions and all.

    “I know how you feel about them, I tried,” her husband scrambled to defend himself. While his firstborn son tried to steal the flowers back. “I don’t want to cause any nightmares. Especially not yours.”

    He remembered, and went out of his way for something so small. Cordelia bent to smooch his forehead. “I love you too.”

    1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Aww wholesome but sad. Is there a reason she has nightmares though?

      1. It’s alluded to in one of my stories. When she was in Lithonesse getting the Druidical inclinations taught out of her, she was caught talking to a dandelion and punished SEVERELY for it.

        So that’s why the nightmares.

    2. Calliope Rannis Avatar
      Calliope Rannis

      N’awwwwwwww! This was an absolutely adorable story. Especially the second half, but only because the first half provided such a good setup for the premise of the second. ^w^

      Firstly, I love how Kosh saw Delia shy away from the Dandilions, and didn’t even think to belittle or even overly question her ‘strange’ phobia, but just instantly changed his behaviour to respect her avoidance of them, and remembered that tiny detail about her even years upon years later. Like, you know you’ve found the right person, or at least a very good person, when they will respect even little details like that about you.

      Secondly, I just adored the dynamic between Kosh and his sons, with father and sons pushing against each other in a gentle conflict of opinions, as well as the mischief of Kormwind X trying to steal the dandilions back while Kormwind IX is trying to explain himself to Cordelia. XD Also, it’s amusingly ironic that Cordelia gets to sneak up on her husband, considering how very sneaky and perceptive he usually is himself. 😛

      This was a very lovely story Internutter, great work! <3

      1. In Kosh’s defense, he was distracted by two whiny smols XD

        Respect Women Juice is part of Kosh’s daily diet 😉 He vowed to ‘stay true to his troth’ and does it without even thinking about it. Including remembering things about his beloved.

        …Kosh may or may not have taught his wifey how to walk like a shadow…

    3. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      Another wonderful Kosh and Cordelia tale. I like the juxtaposition between their courtship earlier in the piece with their married years in the later part of the piece. It really highlights not only the impact of flowers on Cordelia, but also how her love for her family has helped to heal the wounds of the past for Cordelia, and how more broadly her family is an enormous source of happiness for Cordelia and Kosh.

      Although, given that the Dandelions do apparently talk to Cordelia, it made me wonder if they were a little sad to miss out on her company. Though come to think of it, getting picked by her family results in their slow death, so maybe no so much XD

      Also I really liked the latter scene with her and Kosh’s children and the interplay between them trying to hide the flowers from Cordelia. Again, really sweet! 🙂

      1. Some flowers are eaten alive by herbivores, so I reckon it’s a “circle of life” thing with plants. “Some of us are gonna survive to go to seed, and that’s the important bit” [honestly communicating with plants would be weird]

        FTR Cordelia gets over the dandelion thing in the process of growing into her Druid powers. Which her side of the family sneers at.

    4. Makokam Avatar
      Makokam

      Knowing a universe can be fun, since it’ll turn innocuous sentences into potential curve balls and have you guessing at what’s going on and when. So by the end of the second sentence I was wondering “is this before Cordelia?” And “Are the conspiring some secret gift?” (Wasn’t too far off with that one in the end), “is ‘some maid’ actually Cordelia?”

      In certain ways, they were all right. Slightly. Minimally.

      Intrigued to find out why dandelions were giving her nightmares.

      But the end was sweet and adorable. Dandelions aren’t normally a flower used in arrangements, but I’m certain he spent the rest of his career specifying none were to be used in any of the decorations.

      1. It’s alluded to in the Story of Leaves, where Cordelia was severely punished for talking to a dandelion. The “kind” staff at Lithonesse decided to give her a phobia of dandelions as a direct result. Yay.

  30. Skeleton Avatar
    Skeleton

    The One Who Spins the Wheel (The Will)
    By Skeleton

    “The first time I ever saw Eymir skin someone alive— the first time Eymir got involved with the war now that I think about it —was when we came across this small town called… Ghotta, I think,” Ericka explained as Zaila struggled to push herself off the ground. The wulack commander’s salt-and-pepper tail swished side to side at the memory. “It was a rally point for Youl’en forces, so your buddies across the sea burnt it and its inhabitants to ash. We had seen it all before, but when we came across the public gardens, Eymir lost his mind.”

    Despite the extreme strain the dragoness was undergoing lifting her trainer up and down on her back, Zaila managed to raise a brow. “At a garden?” she asked, her bewilderment pushing through her exhaustion. “Did they salt the earth or something?”

    “Yup.”

    “Hardly seems like something to get upset about.”

    Ericka shrugged in indifference. “That’s because you don’t know what flowers mean to him,” she mentioned. “When we first… well, I can’t say met… Hmm. When we first came to be allies, we had a conversation about flowers in the spring when they bloomed. He asked me what I thought of them.”

    Zaila’s muscles finally gave out, letting her be crushed under the weight of the wolf, who promptly rolled her eyes and stood. “They’re just plants,” the dragoness panted.

    “They’re symbols of rebirth I told him, and now I’m telling you too, so shut up and listen because you were the one who asked why he’s so pissy.” Zaila sat upright and listened. “Like I was saying, flowers are born in the spring, live through the summer and fall, and then die in the winter. But Eymir… he sees them as a symbol of suffering for the same reason. Their lives can never end, making their suffering eternal. And, considering that the world thinks he’s the one who causes all suffering… he tries to make the flowers lives as pleasant as possible before their death.”

    “So… he likes flowers?” Zaila simplified.

    Ericka hesitated. “Yea, pretty much. Loves them, really.”

    1. RamblingRook Avatar
      RamblingRook

      The flowers symbolizing rebirth is a super cool concept. I wish there was a little bit more of an explanation about this fight that’s going on and why they are burning and salting the earth. Never anywhere have I seen flowers being a cycle of suffering. Flowers are always seen as bright and joyous. It’s cool how you flip that whole ideal on its head.

    2. Lee Strangely Avatar
      Lee Strangely

      Most people say that show don’t tell is the best way to go, that it’s better to show an event or a characters traits through their actions rather than directly talk about it to the characters/reader. However, I personally like scenes where we get an introduction to a character or event via the conversations and hearsay of witnesses or participants in the story. To me, this is one of those moments done right. the only thing I think could make this story better is if the characters caught a brief glimpse of the man in question, giving a short moment for the listener to visualize the man that skinned someone alive. When you hear a story about someone, then see said person after, it’s kind of a powerful moment when you imagine how they were then and what it would’ve looked like (not saying you need to type out what they were imagining, but just the brief image of the character being talked about in real life makes for a strong emotional moment). Overall, fantastic job!

    3. VulpesRose Avatar
      VulpesRose

      “The first time I ever saw Eymir skin someone alive…”

      Well, okay, you have my attention! Killer first line.

      I enjoyed the character building here, and would love to see how it would expand with a larger word count.

  31. Calliope Rannis Avatar
    Calliope Rannis

    The Treasures Of The Earth (Mary’s Story)
    By Calliope Rannis

    “Oh Momma! Momma! Look at these!”

    Mary dashed headlong into a small clearing full of beautiful flowers, diving straight into the biggest, most colourful patch.

    Her mother caught up a moment later. “Mary, what did I tell you about running off?” She said in a softly stern tone.

    “Don’t do it…” Mary replied in weary acknowledgment, before immediately snapping to smiling brightness again. “But look at the flowers!”

    Her mother smiled in turn. “This always was a beautiful spot.” She sat down next to Mary. “Would you like to learn some more flowers today, my little sprout?”

    Mary’s eyes went wide. “Yes! I love flowers!” She turned to face her mother in rapt attention. “Which flowers?”

    “Have any caught your eye?”

    Mary glanced downwards, and pulled up a small white flower. “This one.”

    “The little daisy? They are like the dandelion, or chicory – they help you when your tummy’s all grumbly.”

    “It looks like an egg!”

    Her mother chuckled. “Yes, it does a little.”

    “What about um, roses?”

    “You’re learning so fast.” Her mother glowed with pride. “They inspire the blood to flow forth. Pains and cramps, sadness and fear, roses can help wash them all away.“ She paused. “Some say that they can even bring forth feelings of love.”

    Mary gasped. “Love?”

    Her mother’s face turned sombre. “You must never use them for that purpose, Mary. That form of love is false, and can cause great pain once it fades.”

    “…oh.” Mary looked away for a moment, thinking once more. “Is that – is that why Father won’t-”

    Her mother started in surprise. “No – no, no, it wasn’t that at all.” She leaned over, and hugged her daughter tight. “The love between your father and I – yes, it didn’t last, and it hurt us both when it ended. But,” she gave Mary a comforting squeeze, “that love came from both our hearts. Not from a rose, or any other flower. And you were born from that love, little sprout. That love lives on in you, and it is the truest love that I have ever felt.”

    1. I have only known Mary for one story, but if anything bad happened to her, I would slaughter all of my darlings and then my writing career 😉

      She’s adorable.

      Also loving the herbology lesson and roses’ links to love. [Love potions too. Though I don’t think there’s any true links between love potions and roses] The whole divorce angle makes it weirdly more wholesome.

      Hopefully the parentals are still good friends.

    2. RamblingRook Avatar
      RamblingRook

      Mary is so cute! You did an amazing job fitting so much of the characters’ personalities in a short story. I love the ending though it does feel a little out of place. Maybe there could have been more of a transition. The setting description was wonderful. I can perfectly imagine myself sitting amongst the flowers.

      1. Calliope Rannis Avatar
        Calliope Rannis

        Thank you for your review! <3

        She is very cute in this story yes! ^w^ I am glad their personalities shone through too. 🙂
        The ending was a bit abrupt yes, but I had to cut like 150 words out of this story, and this last paragraph staying intact was more important to me than a smoother transition I guess. XD
        I'm happy that I could inspire your imagination so much in any case. 😀

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Reading this breaks me. All that discussion about love from child Mary while she wonders about her [I guess?] for-now absent father… it chills to make parallels with what waits her. And so I think this can be either a very cute little story for those who don’t know Mary yet, and also a very cute yet incredible disturbing flash into the past to those who know a little bit more.

      Great telling as ever!

    4. VulpesRose Avatar
      VulpesRose

      I have a five year old, so this was very sweet to read. The daisy looking like an egg bit felt just like something my kiddo would say.

      I just love discussions of real world things in more magical settings. Like, hey, even with magic, people still separate and fall out of love, but love still endures.

      That last line though, you slay me with feels.

      Thanks for sharing!

    5. I find it genuinely hilarious that our stories are back to back this week because of how different our takes on the prompt were. I feel yours will either be a much needed palate cleanser or mine will be a brutal downer lol.

      Either way, your story is just adorableness overload. I love the interactions. And the daisy looking like an egg line just got me and made me want to pinch Mary’s surely adorable little cheeks.

      I also love how foreshadowey the line about the roses feels. You just know one way or another that’s coming back in a bad way.

      Especially for those familiar with how things end up with Mary. It’s actually a bit bittersweet when you think of how she won’t be able to enjoy the flowers like this later. Or at least not in the same way.

      Great story, as always!

    6. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Mary is such a sweetheart. Also, great tale, very heartfelt, etc.

    7. Arith_Winterfell Avatar
      Arith_Winterfell

      A wonderful and sweet story for Mary as a child! I love how the exploration of flowers and their medicinal properties led to deeper questions about the nature of true and false love. I assume Mary’s mother meant that roses were part of an ingredient for perhaps a love potion? (I drew that conclusion because her talk of it creating love came as part of and along side medical effects like “pains and cramps” rather than simply the giving of roses as a romantic gesture).

      And then how the dialogue blossomed into Mary’s own feelings about why her father was no longer in love with her mother. That played out very naturally the way a child would express questions about love and losing love. Finally I liked how Mary’s mother reinforces the idea that the love between Mary’s parents was genuine, and how Mary herself is a beautiful lasting expression of that love.

      This is also very touching in context with Mary’s future, and her ultimate question to search for her mother after her transformation by her father in other stories.

    8. The Missing Link Avatar
      The Missing Link

      That was really cute. It felt a bit formulaic, but mostly just near the beginning. Once you got to the roses, it all started really working. Is this a flower based magic system, associated health benefits, or metaphorical? Mary’s response in any case seemed like just the kind of thing a kid with divorced parents would jump to.

    9. Makokam Avatar
      Makokam

      What does it say when I saw a child go “Oh look! Flowers! *FWOOMPH*” That my first thought was, “Well, they’re dead.”

      Fun story despite the end. Interesting you went a “magical use” road for this one. Or not. Maybe most people did. I’ve only read, like, five? Six?

      Also a question of what does it say that the child’s first thought was “did mommy drug daddy?”

  32. Just Gonna Stand There and Watch Me Burn
    By Marx (CW: Mental abuse)

    Alex looked at the bouquet of flowers currently in his hand and then upon Sabrina, his face a mask of confusion and boredom. “Explain.”

    Sabrina smiled. “The red roses represent love and romance. The red tulips represent perfect love. True love… The light and dark carnations represent admiration, love and affection. The orchids represent a special one-of-a-kind love. And lastly… the peony represents beauty.”

    Alex looked at the bouquet again and sighed. His eyes flashed for just a moment and the flowers went up in flames, leaving Sabrina’s efforts in ash. “Is that all? I ask for a display of your supposed love for me and you bring me these insignificant, fragile, dead things?”

    “No Master.” Sabrina shook her head, her smile widening. “Flowers… meant a lot to me in my previous life. Getting those at the same time was not easy. I put a lot of effort into it. And I did so knowing you would destroy them and belittle me as a result. My display of love for you… is my pain… Does it please you, Master?”

    Alex’s chuckle began softly before turning into full blown laughter. “My sweet, beautiful fool. Yes. Yes, it does. But it’s not enough.”

    Sabrina was trembling as even through her smile, there were tears increasingly falling down her cheeks. “I… thought that might be the case. I had one last idea, Master. Not being in your presence is… agonizing for me. So… what if I simply… leave? You’d forget about me. Replace me. And when I did cross your mind, as fleeting as it might be… you would find me all alone in the worst pain imaginable. I’m… merely thinking about it and it’s… almost unbearable…”

    Alex’s smile slowly began to rival Sabrina’s. “Yes. I can feel it. Such a sweet gift…”

    “I’m glad it… pleases you.” Sabrina smiled even wider until it hurt, the longing clear in her tear-streaked eyes as she left. “Goodbye Master… I love you more than I can ever show.”

    “And you…” Alex chuckled back, “…mean absolutely nothing to me.”

    1. If I ever think that Alex can’t sink deeper into a dark and twisted monster, remind me of this short, will you? I’ve seen him do a lot of depraved things to Daisy, but somehow this is worse than before. I just… hope that when Sabrina leaves him, it will be for good. Daisy found a home. Hopefully she can too.

      Having Sabrina talk in flowers was a nice touch with the prompt. And it probably made the entire thing even more gut wrenching to watch. Sabrina shared something that was near and dear to her and Alex just… dropped it, like it was nothing. To me, that feels like cruelty of a high order. Especially to someone who is infatuated with you. I must say… the way you write Alex really does the depths of darkness justice.

      Well written.

      1. I…

        Er…

        Well…

        You see… Sabrina kinda exists as a worst case scenario FOR Daisy, so… her story does not have a happy ending unfortunately. I’m so sorry!

        I do agree that Sabrina’s… toxic optimism as I tend to call it, does make her a very tragic character and it demonstrates that there is no winning with Alex. He’s a cruel bastard regardless of how you respond to that cruelty.

        Thanks for the review!

    2. Makokam Avatar
      Makokam

      I think the thing I like the most about Sabrina is how even Alex is like, “LMAO this bitch crazy.”

      It’s an interesting look at Alex as well, in that he has a Thrall he’s okay with not making use of just so he can randomly go, “Oh, lol, that bitch out there suffering. Crazy. Anyway”

      1. Lol that is a completely accurate take on the situation. He will just casually be bored, check in on her, she’s miserable and forcing a smile as she do, and he leaves her be again. Unless he’s hungry and doesn’t have a thrall when he’s ready to feed. Then he’ll get her to harvest souls, then feed and then he dips out again.

  33. Donovan Avatar
    Donovan

    Flower Girl
    By Donovan

    It was all so much easier now, she was beautiful. She didn’t even need to try. No more curling irons and blush, it was all natural. For years now it had been all she really cared about. She worked only to buy the things that kept her beautiful. She had hated being seen, being approached by young men with false pretenses.

    When people talked to her they always got things wrong, small misunderstandings layered upon each other until correcting them was impossible. Words never mean the same thing going out as going in. Every word meant something slightly different to each person, a thousand smaller languages hidden in plain sight. Even when you really got to know someone you could never see through their eyes.

    But now none of that mattered. Life was dazzlingly bright, and she soaked it all up. They had shown her how. It had taken time, as such things must, but the perennial pleasure she basked in now was worth uprooting everything.

    The language of flowers was unlike anything. Far from human language’s clumsy attempt at bridging mind to mind, branching thoughts flowed smooth and pure through networks of roots, tranquil and safe. Plants had talked long before men, before anything walked the earth or sailed the skies. They dreamed memories to her, shining years of summer, harms long forgiven. They told stories of cool soil and quenching rain.

    A crown of lavender adorned her brow, with marigold stars where eyes once glared. She stood now not with the pulling restlessness of muscles and tendons, but with the certain grace of roots well placed. Without need or want she simply posed, moved only by the trickling laughter of the wind.

    1. Pluie Avatar
      Pluie

      Wow… this was a beautiful story. I love stories that contain poetic language and imagery and this was exactly that. I wonder if there are different interpretations that could be made but the visuals of marigolds kind of solidified my opinion of the ending and the fate of the lady we followed until then. I love the language you used throughout the story and how it all alludes to a flower’s anatomy or the earth in some sort of way, I found the way you played around with that to be very smart and creative. And the marigolds, oh boy. I feel like the choice of marigolds and where you placed them in the story was very peculiar. To me, the choice of marigolds explains so much about the story and brings to light a lot of the elements hidden within and how a lot of your imagery ties together almost like a system of roots. I ADORE your choice of marigolds the most in this wonderfully crafted story. I loved this story, please keep up the good work!

    2. Skeleton Avatar
      Skeleton

      I enjoyed reading this greatly! There were so many subtle emotions in this piece that I was astounded. I especially like that you don’t explicitly say that she’s lost faith in humanity, but rather you explain it in the contrast between humans and plants. This is also gives me mad “midsommar” vibes, which also gives this piece a layer of underlying dread. I don’t know if that’s what you intended, but I think it adds so much, especially since what the flowers promise seems too good to be true. Then again, they aren’t human. They don’t subscribe to our standards.

  34. Universal Understanding (Darkspell Universe)
    By Alex Nightingale (aka Spectre)

    There is very little that could annoy Max easily. A field of particularly vicious daffodils was one of them.

    “I knew I should have brought a floronic translator,” he sighed, as he looked out across the field.

    Plants, he knew, were complicated beings. Sapient ones were even more so. Not to mention difficult to get along with.

    “Look,” he said, trying to sound calm. “I just need some information. Nothing big, just…”

    A dire stench emanated from the flowers, which he did not need any additional language skills to understand. One of the flowers even had the audacity to spray several pollen into Max’s face. Luckily, he wasn’t allergic.

    “Flowers,” he grumbled.

    Of all the sapient plants he knew, flowers were the most pompous, arrogant and high-and-mighty, by a long shot. He considered himself lucky he wasn’t dealing with roses. All the associations with love must have gone to their heads.

    The flowers kept swaying and shaking, in motions Max couldn’t quite understand. He’d learned the basics, but not enough to carry a whole conversation.

    “Look,” he made one last attempt at being friendly. “I get it. Big scary outsider comes in, asking questions, but I’m not here without a reason. I’m on a bloody job. So, if you could just let me tap into the fungal network, I promise, I’ll compensate you.”

    He reached into his pocket and took out a small pouch, holding fertilizer. Not the cheap, mass produced stuff. This was the good stuff. He sprinkled some of it over the flowers closest to him.

    The flowers immediately perked.

    “There’s more where that came from,” he said. “Just ten minutes in the fungal network and I’ll fertilize the entire plot with this. Promise.”

    The flowers rustled, seemingly engaged in a long debate, until they finally turned to him. For a moment, nothing happened.

    Then, they bowed to the sides, opening a corridor, leading to a particularly vibrant daffodil.

    Sometimes, you could just come to an understanding that transcended the language barrier.

    Max approached the daffodil.

    “Alright,” he said. “Here’s what I need.”

    1. VulpesRose Avatar
      VulpesRose

      Oh, I like this worldbuilding. I love how strongly I can feel Max’s exasperation, the flowers aren’t dangerous, but boy are they ruining his day.

      My only note is that you have a tense shift in the first sentence, “is” instead of “was.” Threw me off a tiny bit at the start, but I didn’t notice any others.

    2. Lol you know… I have this thing where I tend to just not like sentient flowers. Pretty sure I can blame that on the sentient flower scene in Alice in Wonderland, so I was right with Max in his exasperation for most of this piece.

      That said, I’m glad that even without the translator he was able to make it work with the universal language of bribery! Very good planning ahead there.

      Very entertaining take on the prompt! Great story!

    3. Michkon Avatar
      Michkon

      A very nice story if I might say so. It reminds me of the plants of Feywild, which are usually sentient and prone to violence if they are offended. And of course, greed and bribery will get you anything or anywhere. An exciting approach to the theme. Keep up the good work and I hope to read more from you!

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