The White Rose Blooms - 2022
The floral shop was a corner store with colorful bouquets and flowers in their pots lining up on wooden shelves. both fennixes couldn't identify most of these flowers, except for roses, dandelions, or sunflowers.
Blooming Love - short poem
The primitive flowers of lust bloom upon the vines that spring up the fleshy walls of our hearts and minds. produced from the ever blooming sprouts planted within our souls. seeds watered with rain made from tears of joy and pain.
Flowers
She tilted her head at him and replied "kiku." he smiled softly, she smelled slightly of flowers. °1haru is a play on my rl name, which means sun.
Taming the Moon CHP. 1)
"your informal name to me means 'little flower.' the first half, 'kod' meaning blossom, the second, 'ie' means little.
Blood and Coffee-Chapter 4
The path to self discovery is hidden with landmines and flower shops.
The Perfect Flower
I promise i will have that flower whatever it takes a perfect flower for my perfect mother!
A flower
Nick said "i made this flower for you in my lab i did my best to make it as beautiful as you but it is impossible but with this flower and ring will you make me the luckiest guy in the world and merry me?"
Desired Tales: Dryad
The bulb finally fully opened up and bloomed, revealing a beautiful flower. the woman stood up. the huge flower rubbed tom’s nose. he didn’t mind. he loved the smell! the woman turned around and kissed tom’s lips.
(mini story) Memories
He placed the flowers upon that tombstone; along with many others. with a single tear rolling down his cheek, he left that grave-site.coming here only to remember the good times..the memories...
The Spicy Lentraiva Flower
Zephyr giggled mischievously, the mystical flowers tickling his turquoise leaf-nose and enlivening what was already aroused. summoning a breath that spilled out in a puff of glitter, he blew on the hibernating flowers that marked the trail.
Ice Flower Field
_ _where are my flowers of joy?_ _where are my birds of happiness?
Moon Flowers
The night is endless, moon entrenched by will and yet a flower i am not; i yearn. to feel her paws soft, tending gardens mine alas i wait, forlorn, forever pine.