Flowerchild Stories

so I'm kinda hooked on the concept of Hufflpuff Harry. I really want to make a fanfic kinda about Harry being a nature creature. By nature creature, I mean a child that absolutely loves nature and animals and just everything alive, so naturally, that includes magic because I see magic as something alive in nature. So here's a story that popped in my head about Hufflepuff Harry just trying to be the kind adorable livng thing lover he is. He carries around a thick encyclopedia of sorts about flowers and it is written in willow script by someone he once knew... It's a full on random Idea that popped into my head so don't judge but constructive criticism on how to improve is completely fine. !warnings! ● abandonment ● Reference to past bullying ● possibly bad writing ● I'm bad at writing trauma ● attachment issues

Wallflower Gerard and flower child Ashley start a friendship. As the friendship blossoms, Gerard finds out things about Ashley he never thought possible, and Ashley finds things about Gerard that catches her attention. Blooming into the unknown, it's a disaster waiting to happen.

And like the moon, She had a side of her So dark, that even the stars Couldn't shine on it; She had a side of her So cold, that even the sun Couldn't burn on it. (Still writing)

"When I was young, I used to wish that I would fit in. I'm glad I didn't get my wish." -Steve Maraboli

A tale of a flower that grew on a house.

"Why do we march?" I ask my mom as she tucks me in to bed. "There are bad people out there, we have to march to save them." She tells me. Meet Harley, a flower child. From as long as she could remember her mother tied flowers in her hair, she wore dresses with pants and converse, and they marched every weekend with baskets of flowers on their arms. Harley is about to learn that she is extraordinary in more ways then one. When the grass starts to die, crime gets worse, people start dying, and the world blows up into chaos, it is up to Harley to fix it.

Harry and Louis are a couple in high school. They think they're a normal couple. However some people don't believe it because they are opposites. Flower child? Punk? People think it's unlikely. See their adventure through senior year and their life beyond!

**most content is written by me otherwise Indicated** Sit back and chill on some light poetry or really get into some deep poems to get you thinking.

∙∘୨୧∘ luke hemmings loves to take photographs. he loves capturing beautiful moments and treasuring them forever. it seems odd for a boy with piercings and tattoos to love something as delicate and precious as photography. when he does a favor for a friend and takes over a shift at a local coffee shop, photography may not be the only delicate and precious thing he loves anymore - because he meets riley. punk!luke ∙∘୨୧∘ [side; niam, malum]

Harry's a sweet little boy who likes teddy bears and cuddles Louis' a cheeky little boy who doesn't know how to be quiet Harry is blind Louis is not They grow up together.

Lavender Fields is the farm where Korry Osborne lives. Endless fields of lavender flowers and floral flower gardens. It is literally a dreamland. But the town around Lavender Fields have rumours and legends that Lavender Fields is 'cursed'. Sure, outside of the fields is nothing but dead trees and grey terrain and a small messed up town. But that doesn't stop two lovers, Harry and Louis, from venturing into one of the flower gardens of Lavender Fields....

flames will turn the days on calendars into ashes, but t h e y will always be immortal. prior entry for @Romance 's challenge 20: Perfect Date april, 2016 © reichelle torres • chwecolate Rank/s: #9 082419 Perfect Date #70 082119 Midsummer

"So we share a room now eh?" He gave his most devlish smiles ever I rolled my eyes"Ughh, asshole" "Dont say that angel, we have a past" he smirked "Past, my ass" I gave him my ultimate b*tch face "Ooh dont even get me started on that" he said checking me out. ---------------------- Read a story about Hazel Kray and Sebastian Nyle. A cursed love indeed.

She has a free spirit That is wilder than wild. And she loves to dance, This gypsy child. She has a charmed soul Sure to make you smile. While she claps her hands, This flower child. She lives in a dream With her fantasies piled. And doesn't believe in chance, This dreaming child. She set souls on fire With her wandering style. Because she was never home This wanderess child. This child is me In my wildest daydream. All I crave to be Free, Free, Free. -Monica P. Ross :)