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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Survival / Healing / Renewal
- Published: 05/12/2014
It was like any other day, another summer, another season, another year….. But everything still remains same. No matter how many times I wither and bloom again, the sky, the breeze, the soil, the view remains the same, nothing to make it worth being excited for, worth being withered and desperately waiting to bloom again because you have something to go back to. Today the heat was unbearable, if only there was something that could protect me…. Who am I kidding, I'm a flower…. Who would protect an ordinary flower who will wither when the winter comes. Who will have a moment to spare to protect a mere flower in a meadow full of them. Suddenly she felt a thud like the ground shaking and at that one moment a soft touch passed by her petals followed by a breeze that wasn’t the same, the sudden appearance of the sunlight that hid for a moment behind a passing cloud didn’t seem scorching at all. The ground felt alive! What was this feeling…. She looked around and a saw a man lying beside her on the ground with his hands on his face, hiding it like he was sad or ashamed of something. The flower felt scared, a man`s anger is unpredictable, what if that hand would suddenly come up and pull her out of the ground for no reason! The hand slowly moved, followed by a gaze that she had never seen before. A lot of humans pass by her, some smelling her, touching her or admiring her from afar. But this gaze was different, like seeing someone you knew, someone you want to look at… the gaze of a lover. The man was beautiful, those brown eyes held the world in them. He looked at the sky and suddenly started to speak. He took out a picture from his pocket and stared at it in despair, like a man with a broken heart. The flower felt a little jealous, if she was a human he would have seen her flushed. But surprisingly he tore up the picture and let the shreds fly with the wind..... he started talking, looking at the flower, he started sharing his heart and told her about how a girl he loved broke his heart because he wasn’t rich enough for her. Then suddenly he punched at the ground and sounded angry and the flower became scared but somehow he sensed it and settled down and laughed again. Then he just kept talking and talking till the sun went down. by that time he sounded pretty calm. What was this feeling? Why did she wait for him to come back…. Was she kidding herself? What was she? Just a flower….. She wasn’t something that a human can love, she was something given as a token of love to a loved one… Sympathy for the sick, or even placed on someone`s grave…. She was restless all night, the breeze, the sky, the soil felt nothing like before. Everything was amplified. She was awakened by a familiar thud… could it be? But it was real! The same man lying beside her but nor sad nor gloomy but with a small smile, a serene smile which made her petals do a strange dance. He laughed and started talking again. This time he told her about his life, how he grew up, where he lived and worked and god knows what. Days past and he came every single day. One day the weather went wild, dark clouds covered the whole sky, the wind was howling. It started raining heavily, the drops fell like heavy stones. She was hanging on to her dear life, the wind was shaking her so badly that she would just rip off the ground but at that moment a shelter came over her. A hand that protected her sheltered her. He came for her? He moved over and suddenly started to build a rough shelter around her that stopped every hazard but what was most shocking thing that the man went and sat under a tree, looking at her all the time…watching over her. Was this real? Was a human caring for her…. He cared for a flower? With that new revelation the storm passed and finally a beautiful rainbow decorated the blue sky. The world never felt any better but the most beautiful thing was that man sleeping under the tree all night. He looked like an innocent soul, so innocent so beautiful like an angel. A sharp ray of sunlight spread on his face and he woke up. He came removed the shelter and started to clean the ground around the flower, removing the heavy soil that surrounded her. He looked so beautiful…. Was she falling in love with a human? Was she fighting with the natural cycle of things… why was she talking a road where there was no destination but this moment was worth giving up anything…..? Days passed, months passed and so the seasons and soon winter would be coming and she would have to wither…. She wouldn’t be able to see him again and feel his presence again…. It made her sad but she didn’t want to spend that time being sad, she wanted to be at her most, bloom at her fullest in front of him. He watered her, cared for, removed the weeds, protected her from the scorching sun and got himself sunburns but he didn’t care. Winter was drawing near and she got worried… she wouldn’t be able to survive in the cruel winter winds and the snow…. But the man promised to take care of her till his last breath. The winter was coming and she was desperately waiting that how would he be able to protect her without getting himself hurt. The winter winds came in but the man didn’t come that day… he didn’t show up and she felt hopeless. She was living a dream after all… who was she to challenge nature... she went into a hopeless slumber, isolating herself from everything. She felt weak, hopeless and angry too but she wasn’t strong enough for anything anymore. She decided to wake up and be who she was, see herself wither as the winter will be at its peak but when she woke up she saw something else. She wasn’t in her garden, she was moved somewhere else, she looked around and she was surrounded by pretty flowers but something was different. The soil wasn’t the same, the air was different… suddenly a man came, she lit up that he has finally come but that wasn’t the same man. It was someone else who just came to water her, the man seemed sad about something and suddenly a tear fell down her petals. He looked at her and said “take good care of my friend pretty little flower as you have done so far… I haven’t seen him that happy in so long, to think a human can fall in love with something he couldn’t touch or feel, heck isn’t even a human! But I guess he found the true meaning of love that when he left this world he wanted to be buried in a soil where you were planted…. He couldn’t come because he died of an unfortunate accident but his last wish was that he be buried where your roots are so that he can finally be with you…: and with that he left. The flower couldn’t believe it… is that why the soil felt different? The air so familiar….. If she would have been a human she would have cried… she was finally with him, the best way they could be and the flowers that would grow from this ground would be his presence… would be his love for her that would always stay with her till the time ends….
A Safe Place(Saphira) It was like any other day, another summer, another season, another year….. But everything still remains same. No matter how many times I wither and bloom again, the sky, the breeze, the soil, the view remains the same, nothing to make it worth being excited for, worth being withered and desperately waiting to bloom again because you have something to go back to. Today the heat was unbearable, if only there was something that could protect me…. Who am I kidding, I'm a flower…. Who would protect an ordinary flower who will wither when the winter comes. Who will have a moment to spare to protect a mere flower in a meadow full of them. Suddenly she felt a thud like the ground shaking and at that one moment a soft touch passed by her petals followed by a breeze that wasn’t the same, the sudden appearance of the sunlight that hid for a moment behind a passing cloud didn’t seem scorching at all. The ground felt alive! What was this feeling…. She looked around and a saw a man lying beside her on the ground with his hands on his face, hiding it like he was sad or ashamed of something. The flower felt scared, a man`s anger is unpredictable, what if that hand would suddenly come up and pull her out of the ground for no reason! The hand slowly moved, followed by a gaze that she had never seen before. A lot of humans pass by her, some smelling her, touching her or admiring her from afar. But this gaze was different, like seeing someone you knew, someone you want to look at… the gaze of a lover. The man was beautiful, those brown eyes held the world in them. He looked at the sky and suddenly started to speak. He took out a picture from his pocket and stared at it in despair, like a man with a broken heart. The flower felt a little jealous, if she was a human he would have seen her flushed. But surprisingly he tore up the picture and let the shreds fly with the wind..... he started talking, looking at the flower, he started sharing his heart and told her about how a girl he loved broke his heart because he wasn’t rich enough for her. Then suddenly he punched at the ground and sounded angry and the flower became scared but somehow he sensed it and settled down and laughed again. Then he just kept talking and talking till the sun went down. by that time he sounded pretty calm. What was this feeling? Why did she wait for him to come back…. Was she kidding herself? What was she? Just a flower….. She wasn’t something that a human can love, she was something given as a token of love to a loved one… Sympathy for the sick, or even placed on someone`s grave…. She was restless all night, the breeze, the sky, the soil felt nothing like before. Everything was amplified. She was awakened by a familiar thud… could it be? But it was real! The same man lying beside her but nor sad nor gloomy but with a small smile, a serene smile which made her petals do a strange dance. He laughed and started talking again. This time he told her about his life, how he grew up, where he lived and worked and god knows what. Days past and he came every single day. One day the weather went wild, dark clouds covered the whole sky, the wind was howling. It started raining heavily, the drops fell like heavy stones. She was hanging on to her dear life, the wind was shaking her so badly that she would just rip off the ground but at that moment a shelter came over her. A hand that protected her sheltered her. He came for her? He moved over and suddenly started to build a rough shelter around her that stopped every hazard but what was most shocking thing that the man went and sat under a tree, looking at her all the time…watching over her. Was this real? Was a human caring for her…. He cared for a flower? With that new revelation the storm passed and finally a beautiful rainbow decorated the blue sky. The world never felt any better but the most beautiful thing was that man sleeping under the tree all night. He looked like an innocent soul, so innocent so beautiful like an angel. A sharp ray of sunlight spread on his face and he woke up. He came removed the shelter and started to clean the ground around the flower, removing the heavy soil that surrounded her. He looked so beautiful…. Was she falling in love with a human? Was she fighting with the natural cycle of things… why was she talking a road where there was no destination but this moment was worth giving up anything…..? Days passed, months passed and so the seasons and soon winter would be coming and she would have to wither…. She wouldn’t be able to see him again and feel his presence again…. It made her sad but she didn’t want to spend that time being sad, she wanted to be at her most, bloom at her fullest in front of him. He watered her, cared for, removed the weeds, protected her from the scorching sun and got himself sunburns but he didn’t care. Winter was drawing near and she got worried… she wouldn’t be able to survive in the cruel winter winds and the snow…. But the man promised to take care of her till his last breath. The winter was coming and she was desperately waiting that how would he be able to protect her without getting himself hurt. The winter winds came in but the man didn’t come that day… he didn’t show up and she felt hopeless. She was living a dream after all… who was she to challenge nature... she went into a hopeless slumber, isolating herself from everything. She felt weak, hopeless and angry too but she wasn’t strong enough for anything anymore. She decided to wake up and be who she was, see herself wither as the winter will be at its peak but when she woke up she saw something else. She wasn’t in her garden, she was moved somewhere else, she looked around and she was surrounded by pretty flowers but something was different. The soil wasn’t the same, the air was different… suddenly a man came, she lit up that he has finally come but that wasn’t the same man. It was someone else who just came to water her, the man seemed sad about something and suddenly a tear fell down her petals. He looked at her and said “take good care of my friend pretty little flower as you have done so far… I haven’t seen him that happy in so long, to think a human can fall in love with something he couldn’t touch or feel, heck isn’t even a human! But I guess he found the true meaning of love that when he left this world he wanted to be buried in a soil where you were planted…. He couldn’t come because he died of an unfortunate accident but his last wish was that he be buried where your roots are so that he can finally be with you…: and with that he left. The flower couldn’t believe it… is that why the soil felt different? The air so familiar….. If she would have been a human she would have cried… she was finally with him, the best way they could be and the flowers that would grow from this ground would be his presence… would be his love for her that would always stay with her till the time ends….
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