Bluebells Stories

Woodland Ogham Ode Oh mighty oak for ships and houses made The hardness of hornbeam for cogs and screws, whose jellies are fine and never staid. Sticks of rowan to aid our walking Gives us protection when spirits are stalking Her berries make wine which is rather able, preserves too, to grace our table. Alder logs are good for clogs, whose dancers really care While its charcoal for gunpowder makes fireworks flare. The flower of willow has a certain stance Gives bees pollen to aid their waggle dance. Hazel forms hurdles to pen your sheep Far or near or close to a weir, there's no finer way for fish to keep. Ash travels far when its used in a car Handles for hoes and assorted tools, assist the gardener to win a star. Birch burns brighter, Its sheets of bark work well as a fire lighter, From canoes to furniture fun its veneer is the one. And don't forget to tap their sap, for you will fine makes wonderful wine. So raise a glass and toast your host, For our friend the Greenman is not one

Kat is a seventeen year old girl, found naked in a wood. She remembers nothing of her past life, except that it was terrible, something no human should ever have to endure, and that it was love that created that mess. She has not uttered a word since the night she was found. Jesse was walking in the woods when he found her, naked and bloody lying on some twigs. He took off his shirt and put it on her to cover her up and keep her warm and returned home with her in his arms, to be looked after by his mother. Kat is finally settling into the small village in west Somerset, England, but the dark figures from her past are still out to get her... Can she learn to love again before it's to late? Because without Jesse and his mother her past will fast become her future...

He felt lost in the world. But very soon a special girl would become his world. ================================ "I'm sorry." I whispered, my rucksack on my back. She had tears in her eyes and more falling down her cheeks. Evey one of them breaks my heart a little more. I soon feel my own tears mingling with the rain streaming down my face. "When will you return?" Her voice cracks. I look down, unable to look her in the eyes."I will travel the world until I find it in my heart to forgive you. That's when I'll return." She sobs. A part of me only wants throw my arms around her and tell it'll be okay but my other half wants to slap her, grab her shoulders and scream in her face "Why would you do this to me." I can't bring myself to touch her. I know it's terrible but I can feel myself creating those words that claw up my throat, threatening to spill over in a terrible bubbling mass of hatred and hurt. As much as I love her I hate her too. She broke my heart but I still haven't the power to leave indefinitely. I finally look at her, staring into her eyes, her face tells me about all the guilt, the grief, the self-hatred. I want to memorize that face so when I close my eyes I know she feels bad about it too. I am aware that I still possess that drawing of her, the one I had sketched in the greenhouse that fateful day. Back then she was just a name. When she saved me I could finally put a face to that name. I close my eyes committing the curves of her nose, the color of her eyes, and the angle of her cheekbones and jaw to memory. I let out a puff of air, my breath condensing in the cold air. I put my head down, my wet bangs sticking to my forehead. The lump in my throat won't go away. I turn around and start to walk away into the fog and rain. "Will." She calls. I stop. There's a moment of silence. "I love you." I shut my eyes squeezing out more tears. I continue to walk and this time, ================================

- She picked up the petals that had withered away and put them back in the flower bed. She tenderly stroked the single wilted plant. Tears rolled down her cheeks and landed on the drooping flower. His eyes searched hers but they gave away nothing. Just all the pain she'd been through. •••••••••• When Fawn found herself crying at the edge of the bed in the ER, she tried her best to accept the truth. When it did kick in, she made a decision_ blame it all on love. No matter how good it is, it ends with heartache. Not to mention the tears she found on her pillow every morning. She was sure that she'd never go back there again. So sure till the day she found someone from those chapters in her life which she'd closed and forgotten. Will this be the end of love and laughter or a beautiful new beginning? Discover Fawn, her tears and her joy. Take a wiff of Bluebells in the Air! -Highest ranking yet: #332 in romance -Cover photo credits: Sasha Bell

a poem, by Calicebluebell

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this is about saying sorry but you can perceive it differently. i wrote it with the feeling of being apologetic about being alive but someone making it feel worth it. i don't know, you see it with your own eyes .

Am I too polite or is this world just too loud

What lies on the surface is not always what's happening underneath; it may look calm but the currents are deadly.

A wave of blue washed over me. I was drowning but I was free. Nothing for miles, only me. And suddenly, I didn't feel lonely.

Here are some lovely photos of bluebells.

"They are blue and always looking down." I say to her. Now she actually looks at me and scowls. So I go on "Despite their gloomy appearance they have an eternal beauty. Not like the sun, but like the moon. They radiate life; and seem to be able make other people feel better, while they them selves remain sad. No matter how blue they are, or how much they look down they always remaim lovley, in a darker way than most flowers." I pause "You make quite the magnificent blue bell."

Scarlett Rose is an orphan that was rescued by an old-lady named Tricia after the car accident of her parents, she nearly died that day... but something went not right, a rather odd situation helped her surviving death. Her bluebell pendant that she was holding the day of her accident, helped her and guided to a city in Great Britain where some odd series of adventure happen to her, leading her to know more and more about the truth... But will she survive knowing what is happening around her?

Crowley sends flowers to heaven every day hoping that Aziraphale will come back to him

Flowers come in many forms.