Cherry Blossoms After Winter: Volume 1 Novels & Stories

The clerk didn’t even look up. They wandered, fingers brushing worn spines, silence stretching comfortably. He picked up a slim volume of poetry and passed it to her. “For Women Who Are Birds in Cages Made of Mirrors.” By someone she’d never heard of. She flipped through it, then read one line aloud: “She stitched silence into the hem of her voice, so the world wouldn’t hear her unravel.” Renner watched her, his eyes unreadable. “I like her,” she said softly. “I thought you might.”

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

“It’s just… Before Mr. Carter left, he told me to give this to you.” He pulled a brown paper bag from his bag. Wendy opened it and found the design portfolio she had been searching for so long. It was a collection of her college sketches and early drafts. “He said it should go back to its rightful owner.” Wendy opened the title page, which read: [For us, ten years from now] Someone had added a new line: [I’m sorry, I didn’t make it to our tenth year.] The ink had bled slightly, as though stained by water.

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.

Crystal parked the car in front of the Han river park and took her phone from her purse before getting down from the car. It's still dark, and so cold. She wrapped her scarf around her and rolled her eyes around. The pathway was dense with rows of cherry blossom trees. The late winter breeze made her legs numb though it was quite refreshing with the touch of the pleasant smell of the trees and flowers. The place was so peaceful at this hour. Obviously, who will come here now?

Directly behind me and shading the bench I perched against stood a towering Yoshino cherry blossom tree, its branches shading the chrysanthemums, orchids, and lilies scattered throughout the area. A cool breeze blew through the air and I smiled. I loved the time of transition. Spring was cool and all, but my magic was all summer and I felt the heat of Sumar roiling through my veins, thrashing against my control to keep it contained until the right time. It wasn’t time now. Not yet. Soon though. Soon, I’d be able to let Sumar out and I couldn’t wait. An approaching energy, so similar, yet nearly unbearably different from mine reminded me of my slip up. We. Soon we’d be able to give Sumar free

Chapter 20 - Confession 'Akira is like cherry blossoms on a spring day. She blooms beautifully and eye-catching, which captures my heart. A bright sun gives me warmth after a cold winter; she is like a breeze on the seaside that embraces me wherever I go. She touches me, kisses me, soothing my senses.' – those shallow words popped up in my head that I've never said.

The morning of the wedding rose in gold — not with noise or chaos, but with a quiet reverence that felt almost sacred. Winter had softened its edges, giving way to the gentleness of early spring. The fields surrounding Willow Creek Ranch shimmered with dew; the air was crisp yet kind, carrying the faint scent of blooming wildflowers. Cherry blossoms fluttered from the trees, their petals drifting like slow snow, while birds filled the pines with soft songs. Over the lake, a thin mist curled and lifted as the sun began to rise.

he completed his sentence and her eyes grew large at his audacity as he pulled her lip out of the grip of her teeth, causing her to get flustered, more than she already was. Before he could pass another comment, she freed her hand and moved ahead, leaving a big genuine smile on his face. Just as she stepped her foot in, a fascinating gasp left her lips. Thousands of cherry blossoms were hung beautifully, holding the branches of the blossom trees. A few of the trees were illuminated by the fairy lights, producing a charming glow as if the fireflies were dancing on the petals. Some of the flower petals were falling off the branches as the wind whispered through them, creating a serene and magn

Brady Meath shoved away from the desk in his small office in the public library and stood in front of the window facing Puritan Street. Pedestrians walked past and cars drove by. Cherry blossoms were in full bloom and buds beginning to open on the magnolia trees. The grass was finally turning a nice shade of green after a long winter. But the calming, familiar sights didn't appease his restless mind or abate the itch under his skin.