Star Butterfly Cry Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, but you have to leave the room, now." Left with no other choice, she picked up the last of her things and left. Now, she has to think of another place to go. Sitting at the passenger seat inside her car, all Deborah could do was was cry. She hasn't cried for a very long time. That is because she did everything to hardened her heart. But now, it's as if she can't take it anymore. "Ma'am, you can't park in here." A knock on her window interrupted her cries. She quickly wiped her tears before rolling down her window.

I tried setting it free, but I didn't expect what I saw next. The butterfly floated into the sky amongst the different bulbs of mystical lights that hung all around in the empty space. Then it flew into the heavy phosphorescence and grew as big as a magnified butterfly in a camera, covering a vast majority of the empty space. Its colours shone brighter and more beautiful than any rainbow I'd ever seen. It flew back to face me, then burst into little, pebbles of sparks, engulfing my whole being. At a point, I'd already accepted what I was seeing to be only just a dream, however, turning back to see my cousin, I began to contemplate.

She cracked open the wax seal to read it… The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. Ariadne threw the paper away from her in horror.

“I fixed it! I fixed the song!” Lyra knelt down, her smile gentle. “What did you fix, little one?” Sera opened her hands. Lying in her palm was a small, brown sparrow. One of its wings was bent at a strange angle. “He fell from the nest. The song was all wrong. It was a hurting song. So I… I held him. And I sang to him. I sang the song my mom sings to me when I have a bad dream. And look!”

Abbey stopped the video and started capturing the beautiful moment through her camera eyes. “Cheee!” Night Wing sneered as he teased “Look at the tears streaming down your cheeks… people might misunderstand that you was the one that was proposed.” Night Wing didn’t want to tease, but he didn’t know how else to pull the woman who was crying like a fool out of the quagmire of her thoughts.

“Light? It fills a room but doesn’t take up any space.” “Correct again!” the sprites cheered, their eyes sparkling with delight. “You are clever, but we have one final riddle for you. This one will test your unity. Listen carefully: I can fly without wings. I can cry without eyes. Whenever I go, darkness flies. What am I?” The trio huddled together, their minds racing. Xienma closed her eyes, focusing on the energy that surrounded them. “It’s… it’s a cloud!” she said hesitantly.

The teenaged boys wildly recognized such magnificent creature then looked up to the lady mounted on the Kirin. Pamela’s two different colored iris gazed down at them destroying whatever admirations they have left. “Whatchulookingat!” Pamela raved. -- Meanwhile, Sniffia stood at the tip of the largest tree’s top staring up to the dark sky, she could see the twinkling of stars winking back at her in a consoling manner, the two little beast being girls were below doing nothing but with gloomy stares. “Once the heart gets too heavy with pain, people don’t cry. They just turn silent. Completely silent, Trinity.” Sidikat voice was heard behind standing on the another tree’s tip.

But this was different. Sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed, I stared at the birds in flight, marvelling at their beauty, captivated by their bright, vibrant hues, by the strength of their wings and I cried. No wailing. No sobbing. Just endless silent tears falling down my face and dampening the skirt of my dress as they fell into my lap.

Her voice was small and barely a whisper – the temptation to close her eyes and start her slumber was like a siren’s call for her. Upon her command, a flock of black butterflies immerged from the darkness of her room. They heed their master’s command and from the accumulated shadow within the flock, a floating egg was seen. It was placed under their master’s arms as if she was curling around it – protecting it. With the command being delivered, the flock of Slaughter butterflies entered Cent’s shadow, waiting to be called again – the taste of angel flesh still lingering their predatory instincts.

they chorused, scurrying away. "What's wrong?" Tyler asked, looking up to her. The girls had barely left and she was already trying to blink back the tears. "It's nothing my love," she sniffed and blinked harder, wiping her eyes. "Then why are you crying?" "I'm not," she defended. "It's just-" She sighed, what exactly was she trying to do here? "It's just life my love. Life happens and sometimes it just hurts so bad..." She broke down this time and the tears came in large, beady drops.