Cherry Blossoms Haiku Novels & Stories

A girl named Shira asked. " Tonight. Xander will be transformed in three weeks time. I will arrange your marriage with him so that I can save our kind." " This is good news,my queen. I can't wait to become Xander's bride."She happily left the throne room. Shira is a vampire. She is 100 years old but the fact that vampire doesn't age made her look like a teenager. Queen Kate and her father had been friends for ages. This friendship could have led to marriage but along the line Kate fell in love with a human.

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

However, Hyomi turned around before she could shake hands with the reporter, and the reporter ignored the man's hand. What kind of power... Kai could only see his empty palm. ^^^ Love is the only flower that grows and blooms unaided by the seasons. If love is a rose and I become a leaf, our lives will bloom together in seasons of sorrow and joy. And I'm waiting for the signs of spring like seeds underground. like a blooming flower. Accompany the lonely branches. Color every time your eyes see it. Spring in Korea like today. The season, which starts in April, will be with Hyomi's daily life.

he adds swiftly. “Really? You can’t see colors?” I ask in shock. He chuckles, “I can see some colors, but yellows and reds are tricky.” “So, does that mean that yellows look red to you?” “No, my love. They look greyish or sometimes black. Like those flowers over there,” he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm.

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.

Come. Another whisper. I pulled my hand from the tree I had been touching. I look around a little. Everything about my surroundings said I was in a normal forest all alone. Where was this voice coming from? My eyes settled on another one of those natural tree aisle formations, but this one is leading towards a very small clearing with a Weeping Cherry Tree in the middle. It was gorgeous, in full bloom too, though it seemed a little warm for it to be doing so. The landscape here was beautiful, but biologically impossible. The laws of nature I was familiar with didn't seem to apply here in the slightest.

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 clenched my hands tighter as the pain in my palm seared. … I had no idea how long we walked for. The sun seemed to have climbed to its peak. I was finally allowed to remove the blindfold. Before me stretched a winding, narrow path that ended in a bottomless cave. Beside it stood a towering, ancient tree. Its scent of osmanthus drifted even from afar. The villagers said the tree had absorbed the essence of countless Blossom Brides. That was what made it so tall and fragrant. When we were thirty feet away from the cave, the procession abruptly stopped.

The fields looked freshly viridescent. The sound of birds and the laughter of children could be heard all over. The cherry blossoms looked mind-freshing. Their pink shades made it look imaginary, It felt as if it was some kind of wonderland. The sun was like a ball of fire. It stood proudly over the sky, giving the world a new ray of hope. The park was accented with creamy vanilla and soft, almond-like aromas of the pink cherry blossoms, making earthlings aware that that the spring had arrived again.

She blushes softly before waving me off. Her answer makes me dissapointed but I don't blame her. It is not I have any right over what she does. I follow her out her perfume wafting into my senses with her every step. She smells so nice just like a mixture of lavender, jasmine and hyacinth. I can't stop staring at her when she is not looking. She turns back when she reaches her car that I almost bump into her. That is how absent minded her body has made me. "Do you need a ride home?" she asks.