Fruits Basket Christmas Novels & Stories

"No, no. It's already too late for that. I got this. I just need to get used to a few things, and I'll be fine." "I can figure it out," she encouraged herself, and as she checked further, her eyes landed on a woven basket tucked near the counter. Blinking, she tilted her head. "How come I never saw this?" "Did Lythari keep this here secretly?" She smiled and curiously reached for it, carrying it over to the sink. "How lovely," she muttered. "Fruits. How I love fruits. Ugh," then she started naming them. "We have blueberries, strawberries, raspberries; not sure what these deep purple ones are called. Mmm… but I think I should know them. What are they called again?"

She twists wire through one end, then the other, "... but it takes two to hang them up. You take that end, I'll take this. Onto the stepladders and we'll snag them onto those hooks over the fire. The swag drapes over the hearth atop the mirror. It smells of resin and winter and... and... Does green have a smell? It does. Green smells like that swag. It smells of the Winter festival when, for as long as people have gathered in the dark of the year, they have brought nature and the Spring indoors as a reminder that soon, the light will return. Green smells of cinnamon and oranges and brandy and apples and cloves. For as long as I live, green will smell of this Christmas. In a final flourish, M

“This is the message." I glared at the screen, the words registering before I could even finish reading. “Shipment NX043- delivery time 12:15- date 12/03/25. Everything was the opposite of how it was supposed to be. Above, was my number boldly written as the sender. “There has to be a mistake," I said, reaching out for my own phone.

I just can't believe it looked like I never left. Grandma opened the cabinet filled with small baskets of fruits. Oranges, green apples, blue and black berries which I don't know where they get those, mangoes, guava which I haven't tasted that in my life, pineapple, dragon fruit which I wonder if Emilia Clarke the mother of dragons in Game Of Thrones planted those like how she raised her dragon offspring, kerson fruit berries and some fruit I never seen before. I looked around and recognized paintings with my signature. Paintings I threw last year. I wonder how these stuffs got here.

Christabel deciphered, Sarah gave her a woven basket before sauntering to the enormous rooted mango tree. The leaves were brown golden and green. The shapeless pointed branches are interwoven with the amoeba and grotesque stem in such a way that it can cause a big horror-fright during the silent darkness of night. Nevertheless, most of the fruits on the tree are fresh, some have been angrily perched on by birds and rodents while few have varied by colours of yellow with dots of wounded blacks, like a chickenpox victim. Christabel picked a long stick and hit the mangoes with the edge of the stick, the mangoes dropped after applying a lot of pressure on the thick stick. She carefully arranged

“Can we come inside?” Olena paused and glanced at Zinnia, silently asking. Zinnia hesitated, then gave a small nod. “You can come in,” she said quietly. The two strangers stepped inside, carrying a woven basket between them. Inside, bright apples, ripe cherries, and clusters of grapes. “We… we both wanted to give you these.” One of the girls pushed the basket forward, her gaze fixed on Olena. Olena frowned in confusion but reached out, accepting the fruit. “Sorry,” she asked cautiously, “but who sent you?”

I wipe the corner of my eyes and nod, giving her a small grateful smile. “Your words… mean a lot to me.” She smiles back, patting the back of my hand. “I'm glad I could make you feel better.” I nod, blinking back the tears threatening to escape my eyes. “Nanny, can you help me make a basket of fruit? I need to take it to Brandon at the hospital.” She nods immediately and goes to get a basket and starts arranging the fruit. She adds apples, bananas, grapes, and small packets of nuts. She ties a ribbon around the handle.

he said gently, “time for the next part of the surprise.” He reached over to the larger basket and unlatched it, lifting the lid. Inside, a colorful assortment of fresh fruits was neatly arranged. Juicy strawberries, sliced mangoes, bright red apples, fresh bananas, some cherries, and even a few exotic fruits she hadn’t tasted before. It looked like a painting, like someone had taken their time to prepare it just for the two of them. Kaliyah gasped lightly, her fingers already reaching for a strawberry. “Did you arrange this yourself?”

Hilda says, walking towards me. "Yes. It's so sad they would not be mine." I reply, adding a smile to conceal my sadness. "It's okay. It's business." Mum pats my hair. "We got you some fruits. They are in the basket." She adds, hoping to change the topic. I look to see the hand woven basket filled with apples, grapes and kiwis at the top of the mini refrigerator, covered in polka dots napkin. I turn to her. "Thank you, mum."

“What’s this?” “Just take it,” he said, his tone exasperated but amused. I hesitated, then stepped closer and took the basket. Peeling back the cloth, I found an assortment of fruits, chocolates, and little treats. My eyes widened slightly. “You didn’t have to,” I said, but I was already unwrapping one of the chocolates. Darius let out a low laugh. “Yeah, I can see how much you mean that.” I popped the chocolate into my mouth and shrugged. “What? They’re here. Might as well eat them.”