Anguish Pear Novels & Stories

The moment they saw the pear crates scattered across the ground, their faces contorted with fury. "These are pears specially ordered for this weekend's state banquet. Who said you could lay a finger on them?"

He threw a black credit chip at the stunned vendor and grabbed a basket. My breath caught. He grabbed a fruit with a bright, sunrise-orange rind. A citrus variety notorious for its high photochemical content—a concentrated essence of sunlight in liquid form. Deadly to vampires in large doses. Agonizing to any with vampiric blood in their system. He started shoving the peeled segments into his mouth, juice running down his chin.

Pomona’s Pear, Ambrosia’s Fruit, Earth’s Teardrop, Aeon Karpos? Zayn was immediately stunned by the names of the particular item. Why did it sound so unreal, like it was from a fantasy world? “What the heck is that?” asked Zayn with a frown. Lil Hyde said with a bitter smile, “I don’t know what it is specifically, because I’ve never seen it before either. I’ve only ever heard about it when I was still in Sicut In Caelo. It’s a mysterious fruit that only ripens once every century. Moreover, it can’t be planted. It grows on icy mountains. It has the effect of increasing one’s essence of life, and one could even call it the most precious treasure on the face of the planet. Every time a fruit is

She lenghtened her stride with new resolute 'Look at this juicy looking fruit, what is it called Naomi'? 'Black corinth grape. And it isn't really ripe, it's has green at the edges. Look at this bunch, it's ripe but it's a bit too round. You might want to take it Miss Abigail, we'll dry it back home'. 'how much is it '? She asked, weighing them in her hand. ' that'll be four pence I believe' the woman said . She had on a nice smiley red face and sometimes a little adorable girl with pigtails came to stand by her. Just then the girl had gone off to play with her mates and I watched her red braid swing in the air. 'and for four bunches'? Abigail asked. ' That'll be a Bob and twelve pence api

He grabbed the peach and took a bite smiling at me as I shook my head furiously, but it was too late he forced the sweet and sour fruit into my mouth making me swallow it. It didn't even take a minute before my airways were closing and I began coughing in distress. His face changed from one of anger to worry in seconds as he realized something wasn't right, but it was too late. The damage bad been done and I was left heaving and coughing for even a little breath.

she said, “I prefer yellow-skinned dragon fruit.” I kept looking at Claire and studying her carefully. Where can I find dragon fruit with that yellow and smooth texture? Intrigued, Claire said, “Why do you appear to have such a peculiar appearance? Are you not going to find me a dragon fruit?” Claire’s expression furrowed as she spoke. She pouted her lips to show her displeasure. Midway through our chat, Claire voiced her dissatisfaction, her tone laced with pain. She said gently, “You promised to give me everything, my love,” her eyes roving for clarification. “But now, it seems that even the simplest desire, like having dragon fruit, no longer holds any appeal to you.”

We watched as the shiny gold teardrop pendant vanished into the darkness, a satisfying plop as it hit the water at the bottom. Sighing I looked up into the branches, an assortment of plums, apples and pears ripe and ready for picking hung. Except the pears all had a strange sheen. I grabbed one to inspect and it fell to rotten mush in my hand. I tried an apple and a plum. They remained juice and plump, the same as they had for almost twenty years. “All the pears have been rotten since your parents died,” Zeka grumbled behind me. His topknot untied, long brown hair hung down past his shoulders. “Some people are suggesting it is the Moon Goddess not having faith in Cillian.”

"Hi Cynthia, thank you for the well wishes. I have some good news for you. Edward and I have analyzed the two blood samples you gave me last time. It was a toxin that had never been seen before and Edward and I were both very interested and excited. We' ve been going through the books for a week and finally found something that can suppress it... " "Really? " Cynthia jumped up and down with excitement, "Tell me about it! " "It' s the fruit of a Pearl Herb that is unique to the north, and it' s very precious. It grows on the vast glaciers and bears fruit once every ten years. We rarely see it in the West. " Cynthia got a little frustrated, "Very rare. So how do I get it? "

Liziwe said not a word, but continued to stare unblinkingly, her mouth set in a firm, downward line. The month of confinement had not been kind. Her face had grown sallow and drawn; her bright eyes dull. The blow to her cheek had only begun to heal, leaving a shining, ripe scar in its place. It drew the eye, and made Susan cringe to look at it. And though one day it might fade, it could never be erased entirely: for there, upon her face, she would carry the reminder of that day, forever and always.

It was starchy and fresh. Beside them, I noticed something even better. A low-hanging fruit that looked like a cross between a lime and a pear. I’d seen these in Fiji before; they were edible and full of juice. I felt a surge of genuine excitement. It was the same feeling I got when a multi-billion dollar merger finally closed, a sense of absolute victory.