While everyone else's first entries of the year were reflections of the previous year or resolutions, I thought I'd like mine to be a story. (I'd like to know what you think about it, as well.)
I actually wrote this for my English class, about 8 minutes before the submission (I procrastinate heh.) And I found it funny how everyone wrote stories about teenage love and all that, while I wrote mine about two flowers. I guess I'm pretty odd that way. Asides from that, I wrote this story with the Fairy-tale format in mind, so don't be weird-ed out if it happens to bypass all the laws of science. (I absolutely adore classics and Fairy tales.) And lastly, I never really share most of the things I write when it comes to stories, it's just hard to find people who'd understand the kind of things I like to write about, and I feel really exposed. Also, the whole thing is pretty much full of symbolisms, which is why I chose those two certain flowers. But I decided I'd share one for Valentine's day, as the story has some relation to love. Happy Valentine's Day!
The Dandelion & the Tulip
There were once two flowers. A red tulip redder than any
rose. And a dandelion, whiter than any dove. Both flowers could be found in the
most beautiful garden in the world.
“What a beautiful flower.” The dandelion would often say to
itself. “If only I could meet the red tulip.” It would sigh. One day, the
four-leaf clover caught the dandelion sighing about the tulip. “I know how you can meet the tulip!”
It said to the sighing dandelion. The dandelion perked up in excitement. “But
let us wait until the sun sets before I tell you, for some flowers might be
against it.” The four-leaf clover said with hidden mischief.
The four-leaf clover thought back to a night, weeks ago. The
sky was glistening with stars, and under those stars, a red bud popped out of
the ground. Immediately, the four-leaf clover was entranced by its beauty. And
every-day, the clover would watch the tulip grow. “The lovely tulip will be
mine.” It would think. Although, the clover would never be able to reach the
flower. But not too long after the tulip bud had bloomed, a dandelion grew in-front
of the clover, blocking the clover’s view of the tulip. Sometimes the clover
would catch the dandelion sighing to itself about the tulip. Out of jealousy,
the clover swore to itself that it would get rid of the dandelion.
Not long after the sun had set, and the other flowers and
plants in the garden had gone to sleep. The four-leaf clover and the dandelion
began to talk. “What do I have to do to meet the tulip?” The dandelion eagerly
asked. “Listen carefully. Tomorrow night, the east wind will be blowing at its
hardest. You must stretch up to the stars, as far as you can reach and let the
wind take you away.” The clover said. Little did the dandelion know, that it
wasn’t as the clover had made it seem. “Are you sure that this will work?” The
dandelion asked. “Of course it will.” The four-leaf clover replied in
assurance. They both went to sleep. The dandelion only dreamed of what would
happen when they finally met. And the clover had nothing but evil thoughts in
its mind until dawn.
The dandelion prepared the whole morning and afternoon to
meet the tulip. Later that night, when the moon came out, the four-leaf clover
noticed the wind starting to howl and rush through the garden. “Go, let the wind
take you away.” The clover said. What the dandelion didn’t know was that the
wind would blow all its white fluffy seeds away and it would die. The clover
gleefully watched as the wind took the dandelion away. A few petals had reached
the tulip but was quickly blown away as soon as it touched the flower.
Days later, as the clover had started to wither due to the
evil thoughts which poisoned itself. It stared at the tulip, the one that the
clover itself would never meet. But it was comforted by the fact that the
dandelion would never meet it, either.
As the clover was living in its final days. It noticed
flowers starting to bloom next to the tulip. It watched them bloom day by day.
And coincidentally, the flowers that bloomed were dandelions. That looked just
like the one before. Because what the clover didn’t know was, the wind had only
blown the seeds, which the clover thought were petals, to the tulip.
