Butterfly Notes Novels & Stories

She looks alone, and cold just like me, but then it flew away in the dark, vanishing from there; My heart began to say as I started to sing: " Butterfly, Butterfly, How do you fly? Teach me one day... I want to fly away... fly away. Every time you sing, everywhere you bring, The joy of life... Teach me one day... I want to do that way... do that way... Every time I looked at you, You fly in the sky, No one can reach up to you, You are too high. Across your heart, across the part

Princess Nathania pointed to two butterflies with similar wing colors, flying around them. Prince Nathan looked at the butterflies that were flying, perching from flower to flower. She smiled gently, thinking about how the beautiful butterfly flew with such beautiful wings. "Thania wants to have wings like that butterfly, did Nathan want to have wings like that too?" asked the princess. "Nathan, don't want to have wings like butterflies!" "Why?" "The butterfly's wings are very fragile. It is very dangerous if exposed to strong winds, the butterfly can't fly high," "Why can't?"

But as he leaned forward to make a sharp turn, the toy slipped from his fingers. It fell to the ground with a soft tap. “Oh…” Lucas whispered. He bent down slowly, stretching his small hand to pick it up. But just as his fingers were about to touch the toy, something caught his eye. A flash of yellow. Lucas paused. Right there, in front of him, a beautiful yellow butterfly fluttered gently in the air. Its wings moved like soft whispers, opening and closing with quiet grace. Lucas’ eyes widened. “Wow…” he breathed, completely forgetting about his toy.

Dimitri stood proud and arrogant as he stood away from the unconscious girl, waiting for Professor Bains to announce him as the winner when something unusual took place. A swarm of glowing purple butterflies burst out of Luna's chest and covered her entire body. The butterflies' luminous bodies were so bright that anyone who tried to stare in her direction was blinded and had to shield their eyes. The crowd of students broke out into a frenzy and began murmuring with each other. Professor Bains and even Dimitri did not know how to comprehend the odd sight taking place before their eyes.

Tuesday with Morrie, I know this is her favorite book and it means a lot to her, and here she is giving it to me. She opened the book on the first few pages and showed me her writing, on the little space she wrote using a pencil; When I die turn me into a butterfly, I always want to be with you. And below those words, she glued a small dark brown butterfly with beautiful blue dots on the center of each wings. ‘Is this the butterfly you found dead the other day?’ I asked. ‘It’s your butterfly and this is your favorite book, and are you giving them to me?’

With every flap of its wings, a sweet aroma as well as tiny green flower petals fell off its wings. There were six smaller similar looking butterflies flying around the massive one. These were around 50 meters tall, all of different colors, white, red, pink, green, black and light blue. Milton stood to his feet and observed the butterflies with interest, he realised that all six of these, all of different affinities.

Dana knitted her and muttered as she looked through the bag “Has he gone silly with the thorns?” She cleaned the scratches delicately and diligently and stuck a band aid on the bigger scratch. This time, they trotted for a long time and didn’t spot anything. “Strange” Dana muttered. “What’s strange?” “The butterfly…” Dana pointed behind them. “It hasn’t moved an inch. It didn’t move even when Thunder walked past.” “Why? Is Thunder scary?” Dana rolled her eyes “Flies, butterflies, mosquitos, bees, the like…. move when there is a change in the direction of wind…”

I was welcomed by a gushing wind of extraordinary aura from the centre of the room where Dorothy sat legs-crossed — wings outstretched behind her — and her eyes shut. Still baffled by the sight, I slipped in. The aura kept on spinning around her, making her seemingly barricaded from the rest of the world. I quickly cast my eyes around her room and filled them with warmness. Looking back at her, my eyes then caught sight of a big book with the word, “Butterflies”, and a smaller book that said, “Fairies”. Something inside me wanted me to rush right down to it and grab it, still, all I could do was keep watching from where I stood.

He was here. The sun was up and in my eyes. The first thing I saw was a sheer curtain attempting to keep the morning light away. The wind blew, sending the curtains up to the ceiling. The few seconds that the window was left bare, I caught a glimpse of the flowers designed by mother nature blooming in bunches and shrubs. They were in a dozen poignant colours, the reds looked like it could bleed. And there were butterflies, two– no three fluttered in my vision. Their wings, quite small but painted like it could only be made for the museum or for Disneyland. The curtain closed and I saw the room more clearly.

She was entirely in love with the peaceful scenery. Just then, a beautiful, amber-colored butterfly fluttered down from the breeze and landed delicately on the petals of a yellow tulip. A broad, genuine smile broke across her face at the sight. Soon, Emma noticed more butterflies arriving, gracefully following their partner into the garden. She giggled softly at the beautiful little creatures.