Social Butterfly Synonyms Novels & Stories

He touches his sides and says boo making Felix jump. We all laugh at their silliness. After a few minutes of watching the video Walker just stops and starts off in space. His eyes slowly start to shine and turn yellow indicating he is having a vision or whatever it is he is having. When he speaks you can hear his wolf in his voice. “The dragonfly has turned their back on the one they love the most. Their demise is the redemption to save the sparrow. Fight for their freedom but death will be easy. Watch from behind or the sword will strike true. The butterfly with a scar will give their life to save the dove. The butterflies sacrifice will bring down the bull.”

With only one name leaving his lips. " Butterfly?'

A few actually did brush against my dress, leaving little spots of glowing pollen that faded after a few seconds. The butterfly garden was at the center of a circular clearing surrounded by tall hedges. And when we stepped through the opening, I gasped. There were hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. Butterflies in colors I didn’t even have names for. Some were the normal colors—blue, yellow, orange—but others glowed silver, or shifted between colors as they flew, or left trails of sparkles behind them. “See?” Raven whispered, like talking too loud would scare them away. “Aren’t they beautiful?”

She was entirely in love with the peaceful scenery. Just then, a beautiful, amber-colored butterfly fluttered down from the breeze and landed delicately on the petals of a yellow tulip. A broad, genuine smile broke across her face at the sight. Soon, Emma noticed more butterflies arriving, gracefully following their partner into the garden. She giggled softly at the beautiful little creatures.

When we get to the peak, the sunrise is worth the climb. My wings will dry at the top. And one day, when I'm ready to tell my story, the story of Natalie Ashman, I won't be afraid anymore. I'll be able to fly, fly like the butterfly. Butterflies are beautiful creatures that no one can grab in the sky. They are free to roam the earth. They take their beauty wherever they go. Everyone who has seen a butterfly knows they were a caterpillar. Caterpillars go through a magical transformation and end up in beauty. That will be me. I will spread my wings and fly. I will fly like a butterfly. And I will never be busted bubblegum ever again.

If you take a glance at the piece of artwork hanging in front of me now, you might be thinking that it was just another piece of a plain and dull butterfly by the look of it but if you look closely- it was crafted very beautifully. The butterfly symbols of life, endurance, change, and hope. In many cultures, people associate butterflies with souls- how beautiful. The man beside me lifted his eyebrows as he sees my reaction and I shyly look at him back and forth and a slight smirk appeared on his lips. "I know you will love it," he said, now hands folded as he stood silently observing the piece with me and I grin at the remark. My eyes catch the name written below the butterfly wings in a sig

Something private and careful and very deep. "It means butterfly," he says. "In Italian." Isabella considers this with the gravity of a six year old processing important information. "Why do you have it on your back?" "Because it's the name of someone I love very much." He says it simply. No hesitation. Just the truth, plain and clean. Isabella's eyes go wide. "Wow." She reaches out and touches the letters with one small finger, tracing them the way I have traced them, and something about that parallel cracks something open in my chest. "It's really pretty. Is she pretty too? The person you love?"

The butterfly’s face looked adorable, blushing with fear and anxiety and trying to rebel to break away. The green glowed on its wings and turned orange. The effect of fear and anxiety felt by the magical butterfly. Queenie watched the little butterfly’s face. She needed to find out if Queenie would give attention to her. “Leya!” Queenie was surprised to see up close the butterfly’s face. The butterfly’s face had always been with her since she lived for the second time. It was Leya’s face. But Leya has iridescent wings and a glossy sheen.

“It’s a umbrella for you. Butterfly wings are big enough to keep out the rain.” Jenny took the piece of paper in her hands. The paper made a “rustling” sound as it moved between her fingers. The crayon colors left marks on her fingerprints—pink, blue, brown, green—standing out sharply against her pale skin. She looked down at the butterfly. Its wings were pink, with asymmetrical patterns: three dots on the left wing and two on the right. The butterfly’s body was brown, and its antennae were blue, bending to form two question-mark-shaped arcs on the paper.

She had watched the pupa for days, and when it became fully transparent, and the shape of the butterfly became obvious, Freya stayed by the plant for two hours. Anthony participated in the observation, bringing his laptop to the chrysalis’ location. Then, the most magical thing happened: the pupa’s front opened, and the butterfly came out. It flew away; its wings were a bright yellow and orange! “Metamorphosis, isn’t it great?” Freya said. “It symbolizes many things, like freedom, personal growth, renewal, or simply a beautiful change.” Anthony awoke from the dream with tears brimming in his eyes. He never expected to have that dream of Freya. In fact, he had not dreamed of his departed wife