Butterfly Picture Book Novels & Stories

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.

"Well, I'm leaving now. I have a long walk ahead of me. See you soon," I turned around, picked up the baskets and threw the soft magic blanket over my shoulder. I put the pillow under my armpit and began walking. "Bye, butterfly pixies!" I shouted as I walked off. I heard a little jingle in their wings. I wasn't sure what that meant but kept walking off anyway. Suddenly, the butterflies surrounded me, moving around me like a whirling wind. "Um… should I not go?" The butterflies didn't say anything but their response was to release sparkle dust, colourful sparkle dust and send me flying into the sky once again.

But Leya has iridescent wings and a glossy sheen. Hearing Queenie says Leya’s name, the little butterfly suddenly calmed down and stopped rebelling. She glared at Queenie. “Do you know Leya?” she asked. Queenie and the magical butterfly looked at each other. The longer Queenie looked at the little butterfly, the more she found many differences between Leya and the little butterfly. Unexpectedly, the little butterfly suddenly pulled out long fangs from its mouth. Then she quickly grabbed Deril’s hand. “Aww!!!” the man choked and shook his hand.

But deep down in her heart, she knew that she had not been careful at all or else she would not end up pregnant. Later that afternoon, a package arrived at her mother’s house that stole any remaining piece of her heart that did not already firmly belong to him. The box was wrapped in white paper with a big blue and white striped bow. Inside there was a book but it was not just any other book. It was ‘The Very Hungry Caterpillar’ by Eric Carle. The book pictographically described the evolution of a caterpillar eating its way through an array of food to eventually pupate into a beautiful butterfly. It was a gift from her grandmother back when she had been a kid however when Ella and her mother

“You need to make sure you keep an eye on it every day, and as soon as it hatches, you need to bring it back here and let it fly away. But before you do that, I need you to make a note of what type of butterfly it is.” I dug around in my backpack and pulled out a small field guide to British butterflies. “Here,” I said handing it to her, “you’ll be able to find it in here.” She took the book off me, looking through it like it was the most precious gift in the world. “I’m going to go and put it in my room,” she said, picking up the container gently. “Wait, does that mean you’ve moved in?” “Yes, some of us moved in yesterday. Others are coming next week.”

At my grave, he reached out to touch the photo carved into my tombstone, his smile radiant, though his eyes brimmed with sorrow. "If only the old tales of lovers turning into butterflies were real," he murmured. And in that moment, I felt myself transform—my soul taking shape as a butterfly. I fluttered down, landing softly on his shoulder. He lifted a hand and brushed the edge of my fragile wings. A single tear fell from his eye. Then suddenly, blood spilled from his lips. He collapsed in front of my grave. Moments later, another butterfly appeared beside me. Together, we circled freely in the wind, then soared higher and higher, toward an endless horizon.

It was a bathroom. The bathroom was very small. It only had a toilet and a sink. No shower or a tub. The walls were blue, and one dusty lightbulb lit the room. I went back into the bedroom. I sat on the bed. Teresa laid her head on my lap. “We’ll get through this, I promise,” I said. Hours later, I am woken up by someone touching my privates. I get up and back up. I look around, and Teresa is gone.

* According to the Oxford Advanced Learners Dictionary, butterflies are defined as a nectar-feeding insect with two pairs of large, typically brightly coloured wings that are covered with microscopic scales. The definition was standard across most modern day dictionaries. For Afrah however, butterflies could be defined as the ghostly entities which fluttered within the confines of her stomach whenever she looked up to find Adnan staring at her. During such an occurrence, she would clamp down on her spoon and refuse to stare at him.

Five years older little Elena smiled at her daddy, and ran towards him. "I saw a betoful (beautiful ) buttfly (butterfly) there daddy. But it is flying. Please get it for me" Little Elena requested her daddy cutely.. Her daddy took out his handkerchief and wiped his daughter's face and speaks up," Baby, they will get hurt if you catch it. They love to fly. Do you want to hurt them, baby?" Elena looked at her daddy innocently and speaks up," Elena is good girl. She will not hurt them"

“Only one insect has large wings in this list, so the butterfly will go under that category” I smile at her, glad that she got it. “Good. So since it’s the only one with large wings, the rest will fall under the small or no wings. Given that this is like a game of elimination and they’re a lot, we will subdivide them into categories. So what do you think the next two categories will be according to the insects we have?” Her eyes go back to the book. She doesn’t say anything for a while, but she keeps throwing me glances as if she’s nervous.