FAME
What Amaryllis Chrysanthemum feared most about death was not the dying in and of itself, but rather whether or not she had made a mark on the world before she left.
What she feared most of all was dying without anyone having ever heard her name.
It scared her, the idea of fleeing from life and never having the chance-or rather, having never taken the chance-to engrave her existence within the minds of millions of people.
Her fear wasn't some vain ideal, a conceited, high-browed attempt at fame and fortune, or a selfish, pathetic fantasy that characterized people who wanted more than they could ever have.
Recognition, respect, and an identity known as unique and special-for Amaryllis Chrysanthemum, that was all she ever really wanted.
But when you die at thirteen, your plans and dreams tend to derail a bit more than you had wanted them to.
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A Bud Among Flowers
Short StoryAmaryllis (named for her pride, her determination, her radiant-albeit unusual-beauty) Chrysanthemum (for respect and honor, but eventually-sorrow) was a girl who everybody saw every day, a sweet, kind, unnoticeable girl who disappeared in the folds...
