[Kagome963]

Username; ~*Cuore*~
Name; Ziyal
Gender; Female
Short Story; Ziyal ran through the pouring rain, her already sour paw pads splashing within the puddle that lay in her path. Her white lids closed over her light blue orbs as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Im sorry, Ziyal. There was nothing we could do to save her." The words rang in her cranium as the images of her dying mother flashed in front of her. Her strides soon drew to a halt as she stood there still crying as the rain soaked her to the bone. After opening her tear filled gaze, she smiled as she looked over the valley of Blue Angel Trumpet Datura flowers. Later that day, she returned to her clan wearing a crown of these flowers in honor of her mother whom had shown her the very same valley during her kit years. 137/150

[labradude]

Username; labradude

Name; Vinco Camello (it was originally going to be either/or, after vincas or camellias, but the name just stuck!)

Gender; Demiboy - he/him



Short story;
Everything is going wrong.

Hot, bubbling anger
Screaming to be released
Clenched fists becoming pierced palms
No. No. No.
Echoing thoughts
Thumping feet
Omnipresent rain
Blackness and coldness
Digging deep into the bone
Hollowing out a tired heart

Fiery red emotions
Boiling over the edge
Pent up in a cage
No! No! NO!

Running like a bullet
As far away as possible

Into the lush forest
Kicking bark walls
Stomping crisp leaves
Uncontrollably slashing

Crumbling to the ground
Tearing green stems
Pounding knuckles
Burning and crackling rage

And then
It stopped.

Right there
A tiny speck of
Innocent beauty,
Radiant felt petals
Staring
At bright, delicate buds
Which Didn't Deserve Pain.

Serene tranquility
Nothing but quiet white.
And then a river of glass tears
Which flowed silently
Until just emptiness was left

Curling into a ball
Wilted and broken
But touched
By the tendrils of healing.

Everything will be okay.
(150/150)
image + pixel created by me! please don't use without permission <:

[Max]

Username; Max
Name; Brynn
Gender; Female
Short Story; Recently, Brynn's childhood friend whom she had been very close with for many years had just moved away. When they were young kalons, Brynn and her friend were messing around in the flower fields, when her friend came up with an idea. She began to pick some of the flowers in the field and quickly strung together a flower crown made out of little blue flowers. She then made an identical one for herself, and claimed that it signified their friendship. Brynn has kept the flower crown ever since then, and her home is filled with colorful plants and flowers, as she has grown fond of them because she misses her friend so dearly.

[beeb]

Username; Sans-
Name; grace.
Gender; female.
Short Story; 139 words.

"i like flowers because they attract and nourish bees, beneficial insects, and hummingbirds in my garden.

they are the sex organs of plants, and thus the precursors to many of the fruits i grow in my garden, including apples, cherries, peaches, oranges, tomatoes, peppers, squash, peas, beans, cucumbers, melons, eggplants, and many more.

even for plants where i normally eat some part other than the fruit or the seed, i'll need flowers in order to save seeds for next year. these plants include things like lettuce, basil, onions, cilantro, and so on.

many flowers are also tasty and edible. broccoli and cauliflower are probably the ones most people think of eating, but nasturtiums, lavender, hibiscus, squash flowers, lemon-rose geranium, and even roses (if grown without pesticides) are edible, to name a few."

dropping out.

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[Chippitty]

Username; Lyrics
Name; Marcel
Gender; male

Short Story;

Lost among snowflake
Colour of my fur invisible
The tears made ice

Lost? Very. Soul? Gone.
Where am I? Shivering.
Hope shriveled.
Same as my paws.

I lay down. Weak. Tired.
The sun's up but I am not.
The scent. Follow.
The snow fights. So do I.

Flowers. How?
But they're warm. Like a blanket.
Colorful. Like the sky in summer.
Shouting.

They found me. They hug me.
Scolding me for walking among snow.
Flowers.
They secured me.

They always have.
The pollen among the wind.
Reminding the sun to shine, the moon to glow
For our wings to fly, our legs to run

Scents reminding of calmness
Integrity, passion, dreams and patience
The storm has rain, the night has stars
While we?

We have our flowers
The colours of freedom
The thought of justice
The embrace of loyalty
The tears of bravery


(143/150)

[skywishes01]

username; skywishes01
name; Persephone
gender; female
short story;

Persephone hunched down in her coat as the skies cried above her. It was a miserable, gloomy day- but then, when you live in an over-polluted, overcrowded excuse for a city, every day is a miserable, gloomy day. Seph’d just counted on the sky to be the one bright thing in her life, but even it couldn’t take it anymore.
A flash of colour in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Peering at the curb, Seph spotted… what was it? It was blue, the blue her sky was supposed to be, and it stood almost defiantly amongst the grey and black of the street. Fascinated, it took her a while to realise this courageous thing was a flower.
Carefully, she extracted the whole plant, roots and all, and looked at this once-girly beauty with new respect.
If the tiny flower could break the mould, then so could she.

{150 words}

[Kenn]

Username; ѕaυdade.
Name; вlyтнe
Gender; ғeмale
вlyтнe gazed down acroѕѕ тнe мeadow waтcнιng aѕ тнe graѕѕeѕ waved вacĸ and ғorтн. ѕнe ѕιgнed wordѕ rυnnιng тнroυgн нer мιnd and glanced down aт тнe worn ѕpoт вelow нer. ѕнe cυrled нer paw aroυnd тнe ѕмall вυd тнaт ѕproυтed aвove тнe groυnd. “ι wιѕн ι coυld love мy ғlawѕ lιĸe ι love ғlowerѕ. ғlowerѕ can вe мιѕѕιng a peтal, or a lιттle droopy. ѕoмeтιмeѕ тнey’ve goт ѕpoтѕ, and pale wнιтe peтalѕ wιтн тнe ѕнorтeѕт ѕтeм ιn тнe wнole ғιeld. ѕoмeтιмeѕ тнey’re тall, wιтн тнornѕ on тнe ѕтeм and a ғew вaттle ѕcarѕ on тнeιr leaveѕ. and ѕoмeтιмeѕ тнey’re вroĸen ιn тwo, wιтн dιғғerenт colored peтalѕ and poιѕon ιn тнeιr мιddle. вυт deѕpιтe тнeѕe ғlawѕ ι ѕтιll тнιnĸ ғlowerѕ are вeaυтιғυl. ғlowerѕ are ιмperғecт, and ι ѕтιll love тнeм. wнy can’т ι love мy ιмperғecтιonѕ?” вlyтнe мυrмυred qυιeтly, нer ѕoғт вlυe eyeѕ gazιng over тнe ever ѕwayιng ѕea or ғlowerѕ.
{150}

[astral.]

Username; K e a n a i.
Name; Adalaide
Gender; female
Short Story;

Idea;;
- she was raised by Her gran, who was a florist
- her parents died when she was very young
- she took over the shop when her gran died
- the flowers remind her of her beautiful gran, who always made her fresh flower crowns when she felt sad