Quirk Cherry Blossom Novels & Stories

Rhae darted through alleyways, making her way upstairs between two houses. Soon she reached the open air, a small hill with one Akiara tree. The tree held golden Akihyra, translating to ‘Sun fruit’, forever in abundance no matter how many were taken. An Anera bush, ‘Sin flower’, grew from the base of the tree circling around it.

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

A very beautiful one. He pushed open a carved wooden door and revealed the courtyard. My breath left me in a quiet gasp. A cherry blossom tree stood proudly in the centre, its pale pink petals fluttering like falling snow in the gentle wind. Around it were fruit trees like those of orange, peach, plum, heavy with ripening colour. One side of the courtyard overflowed with roses, lavender, and dozens of flowers I didn’t know the names of. It was beautiful. Like a little world carved out just for one person.

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.

Cherry blossom trees lined the streets, their delicate petals dancing in the breeze, as Luna ventured into a world of rich cultural heritage. Her first stop was the iconic Kinkaku-ji, also known as the Golden Pavilion. Luna marveled at the shimmering golden structure reflected in the calm waters of the surrounding pond. She wandered through the meticulously manicured gardens, taking in the serene beauty that surrounded her. The peaceful atmosphere and stunning architecture left Luna in awe of the craftsmanship and attention to detail.

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?”

I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. My dad followed me, shaking his head. "That's not a good way to deal with it, Jas. Something bad happening doesn't take away that it's still also your birthday." He smiled sympathetically. "You know your mom wouldn't want you to be doing this every year." I sighed as I headed out of the house and to my dad's car. "Well—it just doesn't feel right to do it any differently." - I placed the flowers down on my moms grave. Jasmines. Her favourite.

I told myself this was tactically interesting and nothing else. By day seven I had stopped telling myself that. On day eight Ruby brought oats with strawberries arranged on top with a care that was its own form of hostility, and stood watching me from the doorway while I considered the tray with the expression of someone who was genuinely sorry to cause inconvenience. "I'm so sorry," I said warmly. "Strawberries give me hives. And the oats look like they've been waiting a while. I don't want to trouble you with something I won't be able to eat."

He filled it three-quarters of the way with orange juice and gave it a good stir, just like you taught me. Franco reached out, tracing a finger lightly against the condensation on the glass. ‘Then the float – a slow pour of fifteen mil cherry brandy over the top, and finished with a splash of that apple, strawberry, and raspberry drink for the topper.’ I took a long sip. The flavour exploded across my palate – sharp and sweet all at once, the deep red of the cherry bleeding beautifully into the bright citrus, with the extra layer of berry flavour tying it all together. It was utterly perfect.

I climb off her back and thank her for giving me a ride here. “Are you staying?” I ask but she is already on her way back to the castle. That’s strange, why was she in a rush? Turning I see an enormous tree. It looked to be an old weeping cherry tree in full bloom with its pink spring flowers. The moon illuminated the bright colors and magical fireflies flew all about. There looked to be lighting coming from the center where the trunk of the tree should be. I stepped forward and moved a flower branch to the side so I could walk under the tree. I continued until I found the tree trunk. Lanterns were carefully placed all around underneath the weeping canopy. It’s simply breathtaking. I was so