Tomboy Butterfly Novels & Stories

Their lunch went on perfectly and Patricia ended up liking Gonzalo's soft side. -------- Gonzalo took Patricia and Tommy to the Central Park Zoo and American Museum of Natural History. Tommy seemed to enjoy seeing gigantic dinosaur displays compared to other toddlers like him who cried at the sight of the scary figures. One thing that Patricia noticed is that Gonzalo never let go of Tommy's digital walker.

The large colorful butterfly violently flapped its wings in the face of those toxins. The toxins unleashed by Fiona turned back on them, resulting in horrified screams.

If sex was his weapon, I had to find a way to make it mine. "Mommy! Help!" Leo ran back, pointing a small finger at a vibrant creature with sapphire-blue stripes on its wings. "Catch it for me?" I stood up, shaking off the gloom. We began to weave through the flowerbeds, our voices rising in a rhythmic tune we’d watched in one of his cartoons. “Fly, fly, fly the butterfly, In the meadow it’s flying high, In the garden it’s flying low, Fly, fly, fly the butterfly!”

she whimpered. Cocooned in her blanket, she wiggled her way out like a butterfly spreading its wings. Gently flapping its wings, paused, then tumbled back, curling up its way back to its cocoon. “What’s so special about turning seventeen? No one remembers anyway.”

They were tangled. Taylor began to talk about her painting. I've been seeing this in our room, but I never saw the finished version. It was a butterfly, but instead of a normal butterfly, the body was a body of a woman without a face. There was a cocoon near it, which I'm guessing that the butterfly just transformed into a full-grown butterfly. Its wings were colorful and the woman's hair was very long. Looking at the painting, I figured it was about a woman getting out of its comfort zone. It's a woman going out of her home to figure out life outside. I bet the colorful wings represent her support system, who helps her fly. I'm totally getting symbolism here.

, she began. “Breathe life into these butterflies, make them soar”, Dawn finished. As they chanted, their eyes turned blue. The windchime glowed briefly and a wind gently blew through the room, rustling their clothes and hair. The insects wing’s fluttered before they took off one by one. Together Lena and Dawn made the butterflies fly around the room in wonderful formations. “This is cool”, the younger witch breathed, watching the magic with both wonder and amazement. “You think this is cool, then you’ll really love this”, Lena said “pompa”, she uttered, the rough name for ‘fireworks’ in Latin. Dawn jumped as the butterflies exploded with bursts of colour.

A butterfly flew to one of the flowers and it rested there. “Hey danny.” Axel whispered. “Danny?” Rebecca raised her brows. “That’s a weird name for a butterfly.” “I know, right?” Axel chuckled. “I like butterflies a lot and I have a general name for them.” “That explains it.” Rebecca said. “Yeah.” Axel tried to touch it but it flew away. “I want a small butterfly tattoo on my wrist.” “It’s going to be so pretty.” She could only imagine the drawing in her head. “Let’s get it done together.” Axel suddenly suggested.

I realised I was holding my breath (not literally) until I got home. There’s something so odd about him. I threw my backpack into the couch and lied down, staring at the wall. The paper butterflies I have put up the wall have started to fade. … A long time ago. "The butterflies in your wall is so pretty", Arish said 'but why is there so many?” "Every time I want to die, I make a butterfly and put it up on the wall" I replied. "You are unbelievable, Lisa" he stopped and continued. "But why butterflies? They are so pretty and happy" he asked.

“Mommy, look! I caught a Monarch!” I made my way over, watching as she crouched, carefully holding the net with one hand so the butterfly couldn’t escape while she opened her bug cage with the other. Then, she gently cupped her hands around the butterfly and moved it to the cage. “Wow, Nora,” I said, crouching down as she closed the cage. The Monarch butterfly within seemed utterly unbothered, lazily opening and closing its wings as its little antennae roved about. Most small animals and even insects were like that around Nora; it was as if they could sense her gentle nature.

The way he said ladies made me cringe like we were something other than ladies. “Teresa Montés and Isabella Valéz.” Chino responded. “These wouldn’t be my brother’s daughters, would they? “They are.” “So, you escaped Zamora. “ “Yes,” I said. “You must be Isabella. The older one, right? “He looked me up and down. “Hmmm.” He walked over to Teresa, she looked at me nervously. She is only 19. Barely even legal in the United States. He touched her shoulder, she jumped. “It’s no reason to be afraid.” He rubbed her shoulders.