Butterfly Notes Novels & Stories

“Mhm.” My heart warmed as the simplicity of the comment. I carefully folded the drawing and slipped it into my pocket, making sure I wouldn’t lose it. We watched the butterfly lazily float off, and Nora collected a few other insects—a grasshopper, a moth, and a bumble bee. She drew all of them with the same concentration and accuracy, her smile growing with each one. By the time she released the confused little bumble bee, sending it clumsily bonking against flowers across the field, the sun was starting to dip below the horizon. The forest close by was growing dark and a little eerie.

Lisa A butterfly landed on the back of my hand. Its wings were dusty orange with thin black lines. The hedge blocked the outside noise, and insects buzzed around the flowers near my chair. Nurse Agatha sat across from me talking, but my attention had already drifted. I closed my hands around the butterfly, cupping it between my palms. The motion pulled something loose in me, the same careless urge I had when I was younger and still climbed trees in the yard. When I opened my hands, it stayed there, then lifted off and disappeared over the hedge.

Its wings were adorned with intricate patterns of black lines and dots, creating a stunning contrast against the yellow background. As the butterfly rested on Aurora's finger, she could see that its wings were thin and almost translucent, allowing the sunlight to filter through and create a soft, warm glow around the insect. The butterfly's body was small and slender, with black antenna protruding from its head, twitching slightly as it sensed its surroundings. The butterfly's wings were slightly tattered, suggesting that it had lived a full life and had flown great distances to reach her. Despite this, the butterfly looked healthy and content, its wings beating gently as it adjusted its pos

He touches his sides and says boo making Felix jump. We all laugh at their silliness. After a few minutes of watching the video Walker just stops and starts off in space. His eyes slowly start to shine and turn yellow indicating he is having a vision or whatever it is he is having. When he speaks you can hear his wolf in his voice. “The dragonfly has turned their back on the one they love the most. Their demise is the redemption to save the sparrow. Fight for their freedom but death will be easy. Watch from behind or the sword will strike true. The butterfly with a scar will give their life to save the dove. The butterflies sacrifice will bring down the bull.”

"Why does the earth bear with his presence?" Ignoring everything, she despised Aaron for keeping her waiting so long. One of her reflections mirrored on the opposite side with an ugly grin on its face in her millionth reflection. "I'm not falling for your trickery, Ron; I can see an error in the way you installed these mirrors." "This butterfly can only be seen in mirrors, not in the actual world," the scarlet butterfly strolled in the backdrop. But, in any rare instance, I enjoy the colour." Mrtyu touched the butterfly on the mirror with her index finger, and the butterfly rested on her forefinger in the mirror reflection; she was as pleased as the butterfly was. She attempted to grab the b

Darryl asked her. "I don't know, I just feel like everytime I'm here, I feel complete. My heart feels at peace whenever I sit here, in this swing. Whenever I look at the well, it's like breathing life itself. I do nothing, but sit here. Just watching the birds in the sky, the butterfly in those roses. They're just beautiful." "You're just like her." Darryl regretted what he as soon as he said it. He promised Gonzaloe that he would never tell Patricia about he found out.

Could a place so beautiful be cursed? Perhaps entering paradise always demanded a price. As the midday sun faded, Caelia wandered through the shallows of the lagoon, the warm water lapping at her feet. The giant rock cast a comforting shadow, while the whispering leaves above masked the unease that still clung to her from the monstrous wyvern’s attack. At first, she flinched at every rustle or beating of wings, mistaking harmless birds for threats. But gradually, the tranquil atmosphere began to soothe her, and she found herself captivated by a large butterfly perched on a blade of grass at the water’s edge. It crept closer, drinking from the cool surface, its fragile beauty a sharp contrast

Winter has her phone out and is snapping pictures. I blink at her in surprise, realizing suddenly that I’ve forgotten the most important thing. Candid photos. We need to add them to the list. They’re essential to this entire plan. She giggles as she snaps another photo. “You have a friend.” She points to my left, that smile as brilliant as ever. I glance down at my shoulder and sure enough, a small, orange and black butterfly with white spots is resting on it. “Monarch.” She points her phone towards my shoulder. There’s a series of clicks as she takes a barrage of pictures. I glance towards her as the sounds seem to explode from her speakers.

The moment that Angelo gave off an excited smile with his eyes closed, showing his dimples to Maleficent as his mouth opened to speak the words that the viewers could not hear. “That punk! I swear Gabriel the Faithful, I will – ” His words were cut off when he saw a surge of black and red slaughter butterflies flew from the swamp waters the moment the hundreds of deadly feathers raced to Maleficent. The butterflies intercepted the first half of the feathers—devouring them in one go. The second half of the flock of feathers was able to avoid the onslaught of slaughter butterflies when they were able to swerve from the ascending attack of the butterflies.

ButterflyStory #2 Meanwhile, I woke up late and went straight to the bathroom to do my morning “rituals”. In the middle of reading a magazine while sitting on the “throne”, a large Mariposa butterfly, around a foot wide, went through the window of the bathroom and started fluttering around in front of me. I eyed it curiously, wondering if I should just open the door to let it out. To my surprise, it landed on the adjacent wall in front of me. Its large “eyes” - the design on its wings - were “looking straight” at me. It stayed there for a good five minutes with me just staring at it.