The Hidden Story

She was beautiful, brave, strong, and kind. She was a violet purple flower, beautiful in color. Her actions were soft, and caring, as though the color’s traits spoke out to her. She was powerful, and independent, not letting any other person wash her out of her life, or her words. She was there if you needed her, a friend in the times that there were none. The purple spreading out, as if dosed with water, allowing it to expand and create relationships with other colors. It’s color was greatly unknown by many of the other colors, but those who knew her, loved her.

And like this color, she was a strong and brave orchid, that stood up for others when they could not. Left in a field of hatred, she was there, standing strong, not allowing the world to tear her down. The petals curling around, giving her protection from all those that have done her wrong. And my the end of the day, when the moon rose, she was still there, as the effects of the day hit her. The words of the people, and the taunts of the other flowers. And slowly, the flower broke down, just for the night. The next day the orchid rose once more, ready to face the wonders of the cruel world again.

Author's Note

Dedicated to one of the best people I know!!

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I have to admit, you start off using somewhat flat & bland generalities ("beautiful" . . . "soft" . . . "independent"), but very soon your description picks up speed & intensity & specificity, which I really enjoyed. The way you build a metaphor with the color "purple" could be enhanced by going into more detail using lots of different related shades, so this would come across as more SHOW than tell. In the second paragraph, you build your floral metaphor in all the ways I'm suggesting -- this is done with a strong, creative flair so your description ends on a memorable note! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[AirieLeva]

Thank you so much! I do have to admit I wasn't really sure what I was going to be writing about until I got to the second paragraph.
💙 Airie

[barleygirl]

This happens all the time with writers, it's like they are getting warmed up as they write. That's why we're here, to get warmed up! *smile*