Blueberry Angry Orchard Novels & Stories

"I'm actually allergic to caffeine so yeah. I can't have it unless I really want to die." "Oh shit. Sorry, I had no idea," the look in Seb's eyes changed. "Just in case, I did have come with orange juice too. I don't know if it'll be able to keep you up the way coffee would but I guess you'll feel a little energized?" Alex watched him pull his backpack closer to him to unzip it. He did then pulled out a box of orange juice Alex collected without hesitation. He mumbled a thanks then dropped it ok the table to arrange his backpack.

"I'm sure she's fine." "Yeah…" I pluck the berry from his hand and put it in my mouth. I crush it between my teeth, and bright flavours burst on my tongue. Sour and sweet. Fresh, yet earthy. It's the yummiest thing I've ever tasted. Much better than the bland porridge I'm fed twice a day. "What are they?" "Blueberries." The fruit of the Fortunates. All fruit are the fruit of the Fortunates. He hands me another, and I shake my head.

My next destination was 'The Fruit Village,' a massive, sprawling commercial wholesale nursery located on the agricultural outskirts of the metropolis. The air out here already felt distinctively crisper, a subtle warning that the seasons were beginning to blur. I bypassed the retail decorative plants and walked straight into the commercial orchards section, flagging down a manager. I didn't hesitate or look at prices. I rattled off a massive, precise order of high-yield fruit tree saplings: mature cherry trees, specialized grapevines for long-term cultivation, persimmon trees, kiwi vines, premium Honey-Tang citrus, plum trees, and delicate lychee saplings.

Black said "What do you think of it Miss Blanchard?" I asked leaning on to let her decide, I am more of the 'show me your brains worth' kinda guy. With that she looked back at her copy of the document. "Well the landscape would be perfect for not just agro extension, but for a good warehouse as well. Even a live stock ranch and a grape vine yard. Won't be bad." I listened to her, she is really brilliant I must say, she did point out a number of flaws in the scaping which I saw earlier. Now I am curious to see how good it will turn out fucking her while she studies. With that whispered to her.

I had not anticipated Adam Casey at my door on a Saturday morning with two grocery bags and a cautious expression, saying: "Eli mentioned he likes blueberries. I wasn't sure which brand." I stared at him. "He told me at the baseball game," Adam said. "He gave me a full ranking of his top five fruits. Blueberries were second. Mango was first but he said—" he looked at the bag— "it's complicated with mango." I had not moved from the doorway.

Emerald says. All eyes turn to her. This is not going to go over well. I can already see that Devon and Nate are mad, and Vaccaro is glaring at her. They don’t like her wandering around by herself. “Before your brains explode I go down to that area because there are wild blueberry and raspberry bushes down there. I go and pick the berries. I am not just wandering around down there.” Emerald explains.

He had stopped walking so I must have bumped into him. "I'm sorry" I immediately apologized. "We are here" "Here?" I looked at where he was pointing, a small opening peeked out from a lush area surrounded by small bushes that too my delight had small blue fruits on them. "Blueberries!" I gasped out in delight, without a thought, I rushed to a bush and began plucking the fruits stuffing them into my mouth as fast as I could not bothering about washing. I moaned in delight as the delicious juices burst in my mouth and tried to lick off some that dropped down my lips.

At that moment, I would have taken anything I could get, just to fill my emptiness. I grasp the vibrant blue fruit, its shape similar to that of a perfect pear, and pull it down vigorously from the sturdy branch of the huge, green tree. It finally comes free, the stem slipping from my fingers as I hold the smooth, cool surface in my hands. Without hesitation, I take a generous bite. The juicy flesh bursts in my mouth, and my eyes widen with surprise and delight—it's incredibly delicious. Unable to resist, I continue to indulge, plucking more of the bright blue fruits from the tree and shoving them into my mouth with increasing enthusiasm.

Three days later, Asher came back. He was holding an exquisite wooden box filled with Morning Dew Berries, my favorite fruit during the pregnancy. They were a rare variety that only grew deep in the mountains, each one priceless and incredibly difficult to harvest. "Aurora, I brought you your favorite berries," he said, his voice soft and tentative. It was a clear peace offering. "They're from the hundred-year-old tree, extra fresh." I glanced up at him, then went back to sorting through my files.

Jay said, “Don’t move. I will carry you.” Angeline wrapped her arms around his neck and enjoyed the special pregnancy treatment she was getting with peace of mind. When Jay put Angeline on the couch, she suddenly smacked her lips and said, “I want to eat cherries.” Jay responded, “I’ll buy them.” “Loquat.” “I’ll buy them all.” “Sour plum is fine too…” Jay eyed Angeline suspiciously. “You want to eat something sour, don’t you?” Angeline nodded. “I think so.”