Writing Prompt

Rustles echo through the dense forest. And one by one, a sea of deep red flowers emerge, illuminated by the full moon.

The petals are round, with deep purple veins lacing through each. The stamen holding the rare nectar protrude, thin and tall.

Below each flower is a thick nest of fuzzy dark green leaves.

Dark dots adorn each one - a warning from nature.

A gust of wind weaves through the fores...

Moonlight dances

Through the branches

Leaping and twirling

Across delicate flowers

All is silent

In this hidden crevice of the earth

The chirps and squeaks of midnight creatures

Is barley audible

Tap tap tap

The petals flutter in the air

As fallen leaves

Crackle to the ground

Small droplets of water

Roll down the smooth petals

Racing each other

Across vibrant petals

The sweet smell of necta...

Burrowed down and hidden amougst the many budding wild flowers of the field, it lies in wait for the moment we anticipate. The dusk becomes twilight becomes starry night, the sun hidden on the other side of the horizon. While the other beings of nature crave the sun, leaves lifting, faces turning to catch its warm rays of light, this one finds sanctuary with its opposition. It will settle for the ...

The plant is called *Lunaflora Noctis*, a rare and ethereal species that thrives in darkness and only blooms under the light of a full moon. Its slender, silver-veined leaves are a deep midnight blue, almost black, and during the day, they curl tightly, conserving energy for its nocturnal display. As dusk falls, the leaves unfurl, revealing delicate buds that seem to glow faintly in the twilight. ...

She wondered aimlessly through the night, crying out loud. Why did nobody care she stumbled as if she was drunk laid in with the heaviness of what had just happened at 11 her parents had a horrific fight your mother Joanne had been drunk again. She always took it out on one of the children this time it was her brother Towered over his mother Stephen, but he would never fight back. She stood in th...

Sunlight beams fall weak over the hills

Sky of blue falls orange as the sky enters sleep

Darkness filled with distant sparkles

The sun slumbers and the moon breathes

Lucifugous flower of the night

Petals of purple and blue

Reach for second chance light

Shows its beauty with the full moon

Pistil of black

Stem of white

Shine while the world sleeps

Bee’s late night snack

The sun wakes for another ...

The darkness surrounding,

Clouding out what we don’t need

Shadows cast across the land

Moon shining above us all,

A glimmer of comfort

I always thrive at midnight

I can dance across the world

The shadows a cloak around my shoulders

Moonlight sparkling in my eyes

Nobody has to see

I can do whatever I want

I always thrive at midnight...

The night plant

Sun it can’t

Only blooms

When a full moon

The witch flower

High tower

Like in tarot

Bone marrow...

Well it's that time of year. Time to mow the lawn. I look outside and it’s a cloudless sky with the sun shining brightly. I go to a my white shed and grab the lawnmower. I start the engine and start mowing. Up down, up down over and over until I get to the grass next to my window and see a what looks like a whithered flower.

I should give it some water. I say in my head. I start for the watering ...

(Sorry, it's more of a story than a description)

(unfinished)

Jonas stepped out from behind the tree.

“Found it!” he whispered excitedly. Joseph stuck his head out of the time machine door, urging Jonas to hurry up. They had to get out of there quickly, before they were spotted.

As Jonas was crouching down, examining the last of the Luminiflora Noxturna, a rare plant that only bloomed at night,...