Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

There was a poor flower. She had a good summer. But now it was October, and death is unavoidable. 
She lived next to a mushroom, and the space around them served as the hang out place of a Society of Good Fair People. Most summer nights they heard the laughter of the children, and listened to the friendly and excited chatter of the adult Fair People. The whole scene reminded them of gentle ringing of the bells. Even The Gods were pleased. Butterflies, ladybugs, and friendly sparrows would come to visit, and they were all enchanted by the song of the grasshopper and the cricket. The winds were never strong or violent enough to harm them, and the rain was as gentle and as healing as balsamic cures. 
Until one blessed night, the flower never saw true Wisdom. But then, on this cursed night she found out why she's alive. It all comes at a price. And then she was plucked. 

"Please accept this black rose as token of my love", the young lad persuaded his sweet lover ghost, as the flower fell to the ground through misty, immaterial hands. The lover's flesh was an illusion, but the lad's tear of longing was not. And so the flower felt her last ever drop...