Butterfly Notes Novels & Stories

But no answer comes back, only silence and the rustle of leaves. Confused, I scan the green expanse around me. “What butterfly?” I mutter, anxiety prickling beneath my skin. There isn’t one—at least, not yet. But then, as if summoned by my words, a shimmer appears in the air. Blue and silver light coalesces, swirling and folding itself into delicate wings. Suddenly, before me, a butterfly materializes, impossibly vivid, its colors gleaming like polished gemstones. It hovers a few feet away, its movements graceful and deliberate.

She is unpredictable, that must be the reason why he began to like her. He saw the butterflies coming out of their cocoons. In a second, they are surrounded by beautiful butterflies. "Look" he urged her. Something in his voice made her turn and look at what he is pointing out. She gasped when she saw so many butterflies at once. They are all in different shades of blue. She noticed that she liked the aqua blue butterflies the most. Tentatively she extended her palm, and a butterfly came to rest on her finger. "Wow" she murmured with amazement. She still doesn't like insects, but she is in love with their colour.

I felt like I was freezing and burning alive at the same time, with wild nerves and overflowing passion. "...Ohhh my GOD...S-soy Bean..." The unexplained tenderness I'd felt for Sawyer at Naples beach consumed me, and I blurted out the sweet term of endearment while caught up in the heat of our moment. She seemed to approve, and increased the pressure of her strokes as I started to scream with reckless abandon. "YES! OHHHH YEAH....DON'T STOP, KEEP GOING! FASTER..." I couldn't remember the last time I felt so alive...and nervous around someone, but it was a...pleasant nervous, like thousands of crazed butterflies swarming around in my stomach. Baby blue eyed butterflies; with wispy white blon

The sound of that strange name drew my attention back to the group and what I saw next was nothing short of wondrous. Little Leah was still in Luna Malaya’s arms with Sarah and Julian right next to them, looking at Freya in wonder. And then there was Freya, who had been the person to utter those strange butterflies. Her hand was raised towards the baby’s face and suddenly, a bright blue smoke formed in her hands and as it rose, out came a beautiful blue butterfly, larger than any normal butterfly I had ever seen. A glittery dust came out of its wings that shore like diamonds in the light and it rose even higher, leaving behind a trail of glitter dust in its wave.

Dogs chased tennis balls. Butterflies drifted lazily between flowerbeds. The twins immediately spotted one. A bright blue butterfly. Ava crouched. Eli crouched beside her. Neither spoke. Just watched. The butterfly landed briefly on a flower. Its wings opened. Closed. Opened again. “It’s beautiful,” Ava whispered. “It looks painted.” I found myself smiling. Children noticed things adults forgot. Small things. Quiet things. Things that mattered. The afternoon passed gently after that. We walked.

Then suddenly, Byan saw it—a blue butterfly fluttering through the window, landing on the edge of the glass. It was happening again. That time, Byan had asked Alana’s grave if it was okay for him to pursue Kia. And at that moment, a blue butterfly—Alana’s favorite—had appeared, as if the universe was sending him a mysterious sign. And now, as Byan brought Kia to Alana’s resting place... the butterfly returned. "Byan? What is it?" Kia asked in confusion as he abruptly let go of her and rushed toward the window to open it, allowing the blue butterfly to fly into the house... and land gently on Kia’s shoulder.

It is exceedingly rare, and my uncle has only ever found two in all of his adventuring. I open the next box, and it holds three jars of rare butterfly breed called Menelaus blue morpho and one dragonfly. The most vibrant blue wings I have even seen on butterflies. Most people do not know this, but butterfly wings are transparent, and their colour comes from tiny scales that reflect light. My uncle is always on the lookout for butterflies for me. I have a collection of them in the garden; they have always been attracted to my plants. They help the plants and trees, plus they are so beautiful to see flying around.

•Heather• A small smile stretched my lips as I silently studied the beautiful butterfly in front of me. It had large, bright colored wings that were attached to a small body. I wondered what kind of breed it was and where it was from since my parents made sure that there weren’t many butterflies in the manor because of my older sister’s weird fear of them.

She moves slowly to the left, and runs to the right side, get excited sees someone approaching the cage, knowing you are about to let them out, her hand acts like a bird, with two hands as a wing, up down to fly away, far from other living things. "Excellent, next." All of a sudden she freezing in mid and moving wings but not the body. It's not the bird. The butterfly is a sign for a couple, her hand gives X form, everyone can see but not good to touch, have very fragile scales and you risk hurting her. "The flapping wings in my room can make a tornado in your heart." "Beautiful, I thinking about acting too now." Her comments before were not patiently enough, later the actor's performance wa

Suddenly, the petals unfolded gracefully, releasing a cloud of colorful butterflies that danced around them in soft waves of blue, yellow, orange, and pink. Amaya laughed happily, spinning once with her arms open. The butterflies swirled around her like living sparkles. Greg watched in complete amazement, a big, genuine smile spreading across his face as one butterfly landed gently on his shoulder. Amaya stepped closer, giggling as she carefully brushed it away with her finger. They played together for a long time, waving their hands softly to make the butterflies swirl between them in beautiful patterns. Her laughter rang out clear and joyful in the night air. Greg laughed too, louder than