Fireflies Poems Novels & Stories

Shama reached out to touch it, but it fluttered away, leaving behind a trail of shimmering sparks. Shama rose to her feet and chased after the firefly. As she stepped on the long grasses, a swarm of fireflies rose from the ground, like a magical cloud of light. Shama giggled with delight and ran through the field, twirling and dancing among the fireflies. She felt like a child again, filled with wonder and joy. Unbeknownst to her, someone watched her from the shadows, their heart pounding with a strange emotion. Shama, under the moonlight, amidst a thousand fireflies, appeared ethereal. Her laughter echoed through the night air, like music to the observer's ears.

Ayat said, covering her eyes with her hand. ************************** "Why are we here in the middle of the night, "She asked with a deep frown on her face. A small smile touched the corners of his lips at her irritated face. "What are you doing? " She asked in a confused tone when he held her by the upper shoulder, making her stand against the closed glass doors of 'Firefly' "We will start with very small steps, " He said, moving to the side and standing beside her, their shoulders touching each other.

he said and after a while, we came to a place in the woods where many small yellow lights were flying over the whole place. "What is this?" I asked while Lucian helped me down. "It's fireflies. Do you know why they glow?" "No" "It's to attract mates or prey." He explained. I looked at then fascinated. I never knew these things existed. "They are beautiful," I said. "Not as much as you are," he said walking right behind me. I stopped and turned around. Our eyes met and like every time I look into his eyes I felt a force pulling me toward him, making me forget everything else. I wondered if he knew what kind of effect his eyes had on me.

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

The second voice sharpened. "There's something nearby." "You're imagining it." "No. Listen. Past the water. Small heart. Scared." I stopped breathing. "Goddammit, Hart. We leave. Now." "We're not doing anything wrong. Just a stroll under the pretty moonlight." A pause, long and deliberate, long enough to rewrite everything I thought I knew about the shape of the world. "Hunting little children." The whistle cut through the dark. High and sharp, from somewhere across the clearing.

Miranda giggled " I am not afraid of him but really,he did not touch me, not a single hair on my head is out of place." Claudia was now confused," Then why did you scream and why were you crying on the floor?" She asked. " Because silly, he said something funny and I cry when I laugh too much. And I screamed because I found him next to me in my bed. I was not expecting him to be here so I screamed. "What was the funny thing that he said that made you laugh so much?" Claudia asked. " He asked where the cockroach is." Miranda said and started laughing again.

he scoffed, “And stupid,” “Whatever—” I stopped when I notice something on the water. Fireflies! “It’s beautiful..” I mumbled, looking at them like I was bewitched by their beauty. “For vampires, fireflies signifies disaster,” his voice were as if he wasn’t bothered by that, “It was said that when thousands of fireflies appear from the darkness, blood will drip from moon,” “Do you believe in that?” I asked back, still—looking at the fireflies, some were already on my hands, that made it more magical, “Does beauty really resembled to death?”

“You know, I used to fantasize that the love of my life would propose to me here, at night, alone, and then we’d dance all night.” “Come on, no sex?” Ryan asked, kissing her neck. “Oh you,” she pushed him away, and smoothed her hair. “It’s not always about sex, I’d have you know,” she said, staring off into the night sky. “Oh look, a shooting star,” Ryan called out from behind her. “Where?” Sofia asked, glancing around. “You missed it,” he replied. “But, at least it, granted your wish.” Sofia paused, and turned slowly.

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

His hand slides behind my neck, pulling me closer. Our lips are only an inch apart when a flicker of light catches my eye. “Goddess… is that a firefly?” I ask, my voice rising with genuine excitement. He stops, stepping back and turning to look. “There are many in this part of the garden,” he says. They are everywhere, tiny stars drifting through the darkness. “This is beautiful. I have never seen them before. I've only ever heard the others describe them,” I whisper, almost afraid to touch the moment.