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Ok. This one I wrote while bored in Lit. It doesn't have a title... (yet)
The flower was unlike any she had ever seen, growing there by the river bed. It looked like an umbrella almost turned all the way inside out, with a tiny, miniscule lily in the center. The flower itself was a very light purple, almost white, the microscopic lily a brilliant red. The stem was curving and slender, a graceful and lilting pale green thing that didn't look strong enough to hold the flower up, big as the flower was. A single leaf grows to one side, enveloping the stem at the bottom and opening up; curling at the end. Several feet away from the flower was a bridge, a bridge as white as newly fallen snow. There were posts on each end of the bridge, and these had shining golden orbs resting atop them. The wooden planks of the bridge were in good repair- as flawless as the rest of the bridge was white. All in all, the bridge seemed very out of place. It seemed perfect, in a simple way, while the rest of the area looked delicate and complex. Hanging over the western edge of the bridge was a vast tree's branch. The tree itself, though very tall, was slender and the shade of almonds; the branch was that same shade of almond, but from the branch hung a single leaf. For some reason, she was drawn to get a better view of this single leaf. She walked over to the bridge, away from the umbrella flower. Reaching the bridge, she stepped onto those flawless wooden planks, and reached her arm out to touch the leaf that she could now see clearly. It hung on with a strong determination, and two swirling, small budding shoots grew on either side of the leaf's lone stem. And, dropping from the end of the tapered leaf's point, was a teardrop shaped seed (or at least, what looked like a seed)- a light purple seed. Gazing down at the river below her, she found the answer to her questions. Hundred's of leaves floated idly on the river's otherwise glassy surface. ...
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