Rice Ball Fruits Basket Novels & Stories

It felt warm on her hands. The park was airy, with the sound of chirping and twittering birds, trees scattered in several sections. They laid a white blanket, which had designs of a mouse, on the slightly muddy ground, overlooking the nearby river, where above them a giant oak tree spread its shade. The basket held fruits—bananas, apples, honey, chocolate, bucket chicken, and sandwiches. And, lastly, candies, sweets, and cookies arranged in the center. Zara arranged it carefully. Nat took pictures of the view of the river, making a reel of the surrounding vista.

She looked around, her gaze searching for whoever might have dropped it, but she saw no one. Was someone playing a prank on her? Or had Zayne or Alaric dropped it? She walked into the cabin and carefully locked the door with the half-broken bolt. She sat on her bed and pulled the cloth from the basket. A small gasp escaped her lips, and she stared wide-eyed at the content. Fruits. It was full of fruits. Bananas, apples, oranges, and grapes filled the basket to the brim. A small, folded note sat at the top, and she pulled it.

She did not know. She clung to Susan with a firm hand as they made their way through the winding streets, towards the market where all manner of sweets and decoration could still be had. Here were sprigs of holly, made fast into wreaths; and there the suet that formed the base of the plum pudding. But they stopped first amid the stalls where the vendors watched with hawk eyes, as sniggering folk wandered through large sacks and basins brimming with every sort of grain and dried pea that a mind could conjure.

I check its body to see a big cut on its right foot. “Princess, what are you doing up there!? I’ve been looking for you, you suddenly disappeared behind me.” I look down to see Lana shouting right down me. I look at her and see the basket she is carrying full of different kinds of fruits that I never seen before. It is unusual kinds of fruit that doesn’t exist to the place I came from. The fruits have these weird colors and shapes. “Sorry Lana I saw this cage and this big bird caught in it. I thought I can save it but…… it seems like it is already dying.” I answer back as I show her the now lifeless bird I am holding.

Now I will always worry about what I wear and how I look because some page called the Presidential bride’s wardrobe will find a way to get my photo of the day. Jade laughed. ‘Don’t pay it any mind. I would wear something horrendous from time to time just to ruin their day, if I were you.” “You’re devious.” Racheal burst into a giggle. She gestured to the basket on the table. “For you.” Jade looked at the basket in surprise, apparently noticing it for the first time. “Racheal. You got me something." “Somethings.” Racheal replied with a smile.

she spoke calmly, but oddly, I didn't feel the calm, nor did I get the idea of it just being a gift. She gently placed the basket on the table and opened it. It was filled with lots of fruits ranging from berries to apples even plums... But this was way too much to be a thank-you gift. "These were freshly plucked and I took the liberty of hand-picking them for you," she added. "Myra, you didn't have to." "No, you are worth the stress. Besides, you are a guest of the king and Orin seems to be concerned about your well-being too."

“A picnic basket.” Curiosity tugs at my steps as I draw closer. She lifts the lid, and a warm, buttery, and sweet aroma curls into the air. My stomach gives an eager flutter. Nestled inside the basket are some neatly packed treats: a small container of golden, flaky pastries dusted with powdered sugar, a jar of honey-glazed nuts, and two slices of what appears to be a warm, spiced apple loaf wrapped in cloth. She points to the pastries. “Prince Tristan told me those were the crown prince’s favorite.” Her gaze lowers as she mentions that last part, and my chest tightens. “I made it, so the two of you can have something to eat while you talk.”

"Trey, it's about time you got here. Simone and I have been having ourselves a nice chat." Trey squints his eyes at both of us as he walks farther into the building. Under his right arm, he carries a basket wrapped in clear cellophane. The short round wicker basket has two handles raised to the sides to help keep in the pile of fruit from spilling over the edge. The rich brown color of the basket contrasts against the brightly colored bananas, apples, and oranges inside the plastic wrap. He slides the basket across the desk top to me. "A first day gift."

Entering my room afterwards I see Zavier is eating some of my Edible Arrangements! "Hey don't eat my stuff!" I say pouting annoyed and he has that, 'I just got caught with my hand in the cookie jar', look on his face lol. He hands me one, "Sorry I smelled something delicious and just had to try it! What is this?" I take a bite and mm mm Mm so good! "It's called an Edible Arrangements basket, chocolate dipped cut fruits. Arranged to look like a bouquet of flowers that taste really good. I love them! You can have some I was just sad that I wasn't the first to eat them." I chuckle lightly he looks excited and eats another. "Cool we'll take them with us."

Ecto, whose ultimate dream is to take corporeal form, can never understand such wanton disregard for life, limb and digits. This New Year’s, the noisemakers are mainly party blowers, boom boxes, drum sets, and car horns. On the dining table meanwhile, the centerpiece has been replaced by a basketful of round-shaped fruits from 12 different species: apple, watermelon, melon, grape, orange, velvet apple, lychee, lemon, pomelo, avocado, mango and pineapple. The circular shape symbolizes coins and prosperity while the number 12 represents the 12 months of the year. Still, there’s no lack of savory dishes like pancit noodles, rice cakes, grilled fish, roast chicken, and spring rolls.