Flower Girl

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic


Far away, in a beautiful garden lived the beautiful fairies of Flore Mira. They protected the smallest of creatures who lived there.

On the sunniest day, of the month of may, a child was born from a mystical rose. The fairies called her Flora, for the flowers of Flore Mira grew with her laughter.

There came a time where the flowers of Flore Mira withered away, for there was no rain. 

Flora wished to help, but she could not, the fairies told her she was too young.

But Flora was the only one with the talent to speak to the flowers. 

So she went on an adventure.

Flore Mira was once known for its great rivers, but the ongoing drought had dried them out. All except for one. Magicae flumine, the magic river. The fairies said it was only a legend, but she didn't believe that.

Flora packed honey, wish powder, and cold weather wrappings. She leaped off the flower petal and ventured away. 

As she traveled she came upon the city Stellae. It was always night in Stellae. The queen of the fireflies gave her a jar of stardust and said,"If you get lost, these will show you your way." So she accepted her gift, and in return gave her some of the wish powder of Flore Mira.

Late in the adventure, she came across a giant ravine. She used the stardust to navigate her way. It was dark out, but the stardust made a line of light as bright as the sun. She followed the stardust and finally found the river, Magicae Flumine was even more beautiful in person, better yet, a single drop could heal 100 acres of dying flowers. She filled her jar with its water. 

She rode home on Ventus, the breeze that carried the autumn leaves. When she returned, she poured a drop of water on the rose she was born from.  Immediately, the garden burst with life, not just the flowers that were there, but thousands of new ones.

The garden prospered for the rest of time, and never grew thirsty again.

And Flora was the hero of the village. 


Submitted: November 10, 2020

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Ann Sepino

This is so cute! It's more like a bedtime story in a picture book than a poem, which makes it so much better. Thanks for writing and sharing this!

Wed, November 11th, 2020 12:29am

88 fingers

Very good. At the end, you could picture the colors of the flowers that are blooming.

Wed, November 11th, 2020 1:38am

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