Butterfly Picture Book Novels & Stories

“Remember what I told you the other day about some bugs having weird names? It’s the same with this one. Just like how a ladybug is a bug but not always a lady or how a butterfly can fly but it’s not butter.” “Oh. Just have weiwd name?” “Yes.” “Ok. What that, Mama?” “That’s a cocoon. After some time, a caterpillar will make one and then kind of sleep inside it. Then when it wakes up after a while, it’ll be a butterfly. You could say that’s where butterflies come from.” “So catpilly baby buttewfly?” “You could say that.” “Mama, I needs go potty again.” “Ok, let’s go.” A few hours later...

When he removed his hand, Juicy clapped her hands loudly and gave them all surprised looks. The walls were a pale yellow and the windows had willowy white curtains. The white baby bed had a canopy and there was a huge white rug in the middle of the floor—but the biggest surprise is that everything was decorated with butterflies! There were butterflies hanging from the ceiling, framed pictures on the wall, the comforter had butterflies, there were stuffed butterflies on the shelves, desk, changing table as well as a dresser with a butterfly lamp on it. There was even a white glider rocker with butterfly pillows.

I quickly heard his mocking chuckle, as well as the deafening clang of his clock. I didn't know what else to do, so I pushed myself to close my eyes again and attempt to feel him, but the sound of the clock was insane. I immediately violently opened my eyes since my lips were trembling. Entrante! I'm terrified! I was going to stand up, when I looked down at my hand and noticed that something had landed on it. I saw a blue butterfly with a golden body right away. It has red dispersed stripes on its blue wing. I attempted to scare it away, but it simply returned to my hand that I used to wipe my blood. I immediately grinned because of my realization. The butterfly follows and lands wherever I

Chloe announced to her assembled classmates, "we are going to learn about the life cycle of the painted lady butterfly. Anya, please distribute the coloring sheets." Anya handed out the pages with the efficiency of a seasoned assistant. "I colored mine already. I used purple." "Butterflies aren't purple," one of the boys protested. "Some butterflies are purple," Chloe said firmly. "The purple emperor butterfly is native to Europe and parts of Asia. It's very rare." "How do you know that?" "I read books. You should try it sometime."

When we get to the peak, the sunrise is worth the climb. My wings will dry at the top. And one day, when I'm ready to tell my story, the story of Natalie Ashman, I won't be afraid anymore. I'll be able to fly, fly like the butterfly. Butterflies are beautiful creatures that no one can grab in the sky. They are free to roam the earth. They take their beauty wherever they go. Everyone who has seen a butterfly knows they were a caterpillar. Caterpillars go through a magical transformation and end up in beauty. That will be me. I will spread my wings and fly. I will fly like a butterfly. And I will never be busted bubblegum ever again.

"I didn't!" Aurelia protested. "I was checking on Aria." Miss Agatha's lips twitched. "Of course you were." Breakfast was simple. Fresh bread. Fruit. Tea. Aurelia spent most of it telling us about the butterflies she intended to find. "There was a yellow one." "And a blue one." "And one that looked almost white." She frowned thoughtfully. "Or maybe it was just very clean." I laughed. "I've never considered whether butterflies keep themselves clean."

Of course, with a little card like this: Dear Cara, This is the world’s largest butterfly, whose female wings can span up to 280 mm. They flutter in the air like pixies dancing in the sky. Do they resemble the ones that triggered the butterfly effect in the A****n rainforest? (Haha…just kidding, they only dwell in New Guinea:p) …… So I was quite astonished by this seemingly ordinary gift. I pressed the DV boot button and expected to watch my dad’s new “Amazing species” videos. But the DV storage file was blank.

There was a beautiful blue butterfly on the porch railing. I wanted to capture it and put it in a glass jar, even though I shouldn't. Daddy always told me that rubbing the powder off a butterfly's wings made it impossible for them to fly. I didn't want to hurt the thing; I just wanted to look at it a little longer. And as soon as I walked up the porch, it would fly off, and I would never see it again. The butterfly flew away, as predicted, and I had only made it up the first step.

Chapter 12 AVALINE I followed her gaze, curious to see it and my eyes widened when I came across it. It was truly a beautiful creature with wings that seemed to shine under the sunlight and it had all the color of the rainbow. It was unlike any butterfly I had ever seen that had one color. "It's beautiful," I breathed, also enchanted at the sight just as she was. But before I could stop her, Aida had run away from my side and was running after the butterfly, her small legs carrying her deeper into the forest, with no fear of what lies ahead.

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.