Florence is an anti-social florist who seeks to grow
self-sustaining flowers and thus eliminate the need for her coworkers. The
biological difficulties are not easily surmounted. Initially customers don’t
want self-sustaining flowers, because caring for the flowers is one of the
therapeutic benefits of having them in the first place. Then no one will buy
them, largely because they aren’t attractive. Once Florence succeeds, people
become impressed by her and they are nicer to her so she wants them around
more. But the flowers have grown to view her as a mother figure and will
jealously defend her against the threat they perceive in the form of other
people’s involvement with her.
Free (now Public Domain) story ideas for you to enjoy, enlarge and exploit as you see fit.
Ideas in various stages of development that I now bequeath unto the public domain
for you to enjoy, enlarge, and exploit as you please.
Showing posts with label Plants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Plants. Show all posts
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 22, 2017
Arborgeddon: Seed of Destruction
Hundreds of
saplings are tossed into a mass grave when a small town cancels its Arbor Day
celebration in favor of an opening ceremony for a new car dealership. A voodoo conservationist living in the nearby
woods feels nature’s pain and makes her way to the grave site. She prays for the trees and casts a curse
over all those that stand in the way of nature.
She’s about to leave when she is shot by hunters who mistake her woodsy
outfit as an animal’s pelt. They toss
the body into the tree grave and flee.
That night,
the trees crawl out of their grave and spread out into the woods. The residents of the town find that trees
have sealed across all of the roads into and out of the city. Frustration turns to panic when blackened
zombie trees begin tearing up asphalt, wrecking cars, and eventually killing
those who try to break their limbs or saw them back. The trees close the circle, taking over more
and more of the town, until a last stand is made in a parking lot.
Concrete is
ripped up as a sapling grows even nearer to the last stand. The car dealer rips the baby tree out of the
ground and stomps on it, evoking a rage from the forest that then rips him
apart. Our hero, a high school botany
teacher and his band of survivors, picks up the sapling and replants it. Hesitantly the Macbeth-style tree army
retreats. Except their retreat is
actually an outpouring towards neighboring towns and power-plants and
refineries.
Feb 14, 2016
February the 14th: Rose from the Dead
It’s the
flower’s turn to pick you in this cross-pollination of The Ruins and Little
Shop of Horrors. An Orchid thief, a la
Adaptation picks an alluring batch of rare roses from a secluded field,
ignoring how insistently the thorns prick him.
He manages to make it all the way into town and sell the flowers to a
local florist, before going home and suffering from horrific seizure-like
attacks and then anaphylactic shock caused by the flowers growing out of his
throat. Meanwhile in the florist’s shop
the rogue flower mingles and spreads its seeds amongst the other flowers.
The next
day is… of course… valentine’s day, and the florist is appalled when he sees
that all of the flowers in his shop have transformed to look quite a bit more
like the one from the day before. He
makes lemonade of the situation and manages to sell the exquisite flowers to
many of his clients. Deaths by flower
begin occurring all over the city and police investigators trace the roots
(chuckle chuckle) of the crime back to the flower shop, where they observe the
florist, now sporting sunglasses and smashing all of the different, unaffected
flowers in the front of the shop.
The
officers are drawn away from the shop for a few minutes to rescue a family
trying to escape from an over-flowered apartment, and when they return, the
florist is nowhere in sight. Armed with
weed-killer, the officers burst into the flower shop and fight their way to the
back, where they find the florist, now a plant puppet with petal eyes, ready to
defend his carnations incarnate to the death.
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