Plant story - HDS2

Title: Planet Verdora: The Green Hunger 

Author: Nolan crestwood

Genre: Dream Horror / Sci-Fi Survival

Length: Short story

I don’t know how I reached that planet - maybe I never truly did. One moment I was lying in bed, half-asleep, hearing the hum of the ceiling fan… the next, I was standing on a strange world where everything pulsed with life.

The ground was soft - too soft - like wet skin under moss. When I moved, it squirmed beneath me. The air shimmered green, heavy with a scent of flowers and decay. All around, towering trees leaned close, their leaves whispering in strange tones.

At first, I thought I was dreaming. But dreams don’t feel warm, don’t breathe against your skin.

Then I heard it - the sound of chewing. Loud, wet, rhythmic.

From the forest edge, something moved - a plant with long arms, dragging what looked like an animal carcass. Only when it lifted its meal did I realize - it was a human body, covered in moss, eyes still open.

I ran. The forest came alive behind me - vines snapping like whips, branches shifting. I could feel the planet watching me. Every root and flower turned toward my heartbeat.

The air darkened suddenly. A rain of glowing spores began to fall, lighting everything in green fog. Wherever they touched, the ground opened - soft mouths forming in the soil, whispering in hundreds of voices:

“Stay… feed us… become one…”

I tripped over a root and fell face-first into a patch of glowing flowers. They shrieked when I touched them, closing up like fists. From inside, I heard muffled cries - like something trapped within their petals.

I crawled away, desperate for open space. Ahead, I saw a faint blue light - something different, mechanical maybe. I ran toward it, heart pounding.

A ship. Half-buried in vines, rusted but still humming faintly. Hope rushed through me. I clawed through the overgrowth, pulling away vines and leaves, my hands bleeding. The cockpit glass was shattered, and inside lay a skeleton - human, fused with the seat, roots growing through its ribs.

On the console, a single button flickered dimly: RECALL SEQUENCE.

I didn’t think. I slammed my hand down.

The ground roared. The vines around the ship jerked and writhed like snakes in pain. The trees screamed - a thousand shrill voices shaking the air. The sky began to twist, the golden clouds turning black.

Something massive rose from the forest - a colossal flower, its petals stretching wider than a house. At its center, an eye opened - green, glowing, and focused on me.

“You cannot leave,” it whispered. The voice wasn’t from outside - it was inside my head. “You are soil now. You are seed.”

The vines burst from the ground, wrapping around my arms and neck, pulling me backward. I screamed and grabbed a sharp piece of metal from the ship. I slashed wildly, cutting through the vines. Green blood sprayed everywhere, sizzling when it hit the air.

The button kept flashing - faster now.

The ship began to shake. A low hum filled the air. Light poured from beneath it, lifting dust and petals into a swirling storm.

I felt the vines tighten again, dragging me toward the earth. Faces appeared in the soil - hundreds of them, mouths open, eyes weeping sap.

“Stay…” they whispered. “You belong here now.”

I stabbed the ground with the metal shard, screaming. “I’m not your food!”

A flash of light erupted from the ship - bright, blinding, endless. The sound of the planet’s scream echoed through me, rattling my bones. Everything went white.

Then silence.

I was floating - weightless - through a glowing mist.

The whisper followed, softer now, almost gentle:

“Even if you wake… we grow in you.”

I gasped. My body jolted. I opened my eyes.

I was in my room again. Night had fallen. Everything was still. The ceiling fan hummed softly, just like before.

But when I sat up, the floor felt damp. My feet touched cold soil instead of tiles. A faint scent of sweet decay hung in the air.

And beside my bed… a small green sprout had broken through the floor.

Its tiny leaves turned toward me.

Frequently Asked Questions 

1. Is Planet Verdora a real place or just a dream?

It’s a dream world that feels real - a mysterious realm that might exist between imagination and nightmare. Readers can decide if it’s only a dream or something beyond sleep.

2. What inspired the story?

The idea came from the thought: “What if plants became the top predators?” Nature turning against humans — not with rage, but hunger.

3. Why do the plants whisper to the main character?

The planet itself is alive, and it feeds on thoughts, emotions, and fear. The whispers are how it lures dreamers closer — like prey.

4. Did the main character really escape at the end?

That’s the mystery — they wake up, but the sprout growing beside their bed suggests the dream followed them home. Maybe the escape never truly happened.

5. What does “The Green Hunger” mean?

It symbolizes the endless cycle of life consuming life — how nature reclaims everything, even dreams and memories.

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