Cherry Blossom Drawings Novels & Stories

Rushing around frantically, I searched for her in the last direction that I'd seen her go. It felt like I walked for ages but finally, I knew she was near because suddenly the storm swirled away into the distance, then ceased. The snow was melting and as I trudged toward her, shivering and frostbitten, she stood in a beautiful, lush garden. Moss and chartreuse grass grew before my eyes. She turned to me, and I was bewildered when koby-pink cherry flower blossoms began to fall at my feet, covering the ground. I reached out for the cherry blossom and held it. The branch broke under my grasp, and everything turned frigid.

the manager responded, though he wasn’t quite sure what she was planning. Still, he quickly retrieved the design sketches and handed them over. Stellar took the pages and pulled Mary over to a nearby seating area. "Mary, take a look at these. These are designs for accessories and tea sets. Which styles do you think they’d like best? I’ll make a set for them myself." Mary was completely stunned as she flipped through the sketches. The hairpin designs featured a variety of styles—cherry blossoms, roses, magnolias, and even intricate engravings of birds and mythical creatures.

It’s early afternoon when I settle beneath a beautiful tree at the park. In spring, this place is breathtaking—full of blooming flowers and a few imported Japanese cherry trees. They’re my favorite. Cherry blossoms have always felt like a symbol of life and new beginnings. Something I needed to see after last night... and this morning’s terrifying— Dream? Is that what it was? A dream? Or a vision of what would’ve happened if I’d waited to call the police?

I looked at her confusedly, and she went to the table just near our spot. She holds the flowers that are covered in pink wrap. A smile crept on my face. "Tada," she said as she presented to me my favorite flower. The'sakura' or cherry blossoms that are natively found in Japan "Thank you, shinyu," I smiled as I held the flowers in my hand. As of now, I can't tell whether I should still carry both of these flowers since they are too big for my hands! "You know what?" I said.

Ye Chen asked, seeing Su yuhan pause and look at him. “Who wants to stare at you? I was admiring the cherry blossoms.” Su yuhan gave the exciuse. Ye Chen then looked up at the falling cherry blossoms and smiled. “They are rather beautiful when falling.” Then, one of the blossoms fell onto his face. “Or rather not.” Ye Chen then swiped the blossom off his face, making Yuhan laugh. “Come, let’s begin,” Su Yuhan said, sitting before him and extending her hands to be clinched with his.

Kang and Mi So were busy setting up the house and there wasn’t much stuff left with us so I knew they could manage this by themselves. Also, they consider me less aesthetic. I walked out of the quarter and strolled in the garden for a while. I sat by the fountain and I could feel water droplets on my face. There were beautiful cherry blossoms and birch all around in the garden. The light pink colored flowers were blooming in their own little world unaware that they are being adored. Some flowers were going with the wind and landing delicately onto the fountain water beautifying the water as well. Birds were singing their melodies with glee and making the aura more serene.

"It said, 'For my dearest little sister.' I was planning to contact you to pick it up in a few days." The box had clearly been wiped clean, but time had left its mark. Under the warm indoor light, I took a deep breath and lifted the lid. There was a lot inside, and it was all a mess. Some of it had even started to yellow with age. I saw the drawing I made for Cherry when I was six. In my drawing, she wore a lavish gown and a sparkling crystal crown. There were also pressed flowers I gave her from when I was eight. They were now so dry they would crumble at the lightest touch.

Crystal mumbled to herself, a sigh leaving her lips as her delicate fingers touched the flower’s petals, the morning dew sticking onto her finger like a bug, the warm drops of water barely noticeable. She took out her pencil and sketchbook, something that Angelica gave her to pass time, and improve her designs if needed. Although, Crystal is firm in her draft, it just needs a little more editing and nothing much. She sat by a large tree, leaning on the bark which seemed smooth enough to ensure her back won’t get injured. She took a deep breath and began sketching the flowers in front of her, roses, the vivid type of flowers that held so many meanings, so many reasons to use.

The Goddess did really put in her all when she was creating them. As we wandered deeper into the orchard, we came across a grove of cherry blossoms, their delicate pink petals fluttering like confetti in the wind. Carlos's eyes were filled with passion as he explained the significance of each flower. But most times I was busy being marveled by the beauty of the flower to listen.

I had believed that I had all the time in the world for us to know each other and that if we were meant to be together, it would happen in its own time. Like a blind man, I wandered into the living-room, my gaze skittering around as if searching for something. It stopped on the cushions Cherry had made. Covers that bore my mate’s namesake: Cherry blossom. It was one of the little quirks I’d learned about her over the last few months as she’d shared her designs with me. In every one, she liked to hide her mark in it somewhere. Even in the clothes she made, she’d invariably stitched the detail of two cherries in. It was her signature in every piece she made.