Lilacs storie

Maybe Miho liked him, and maybe she didn't.

Have you ever heard of the butterfly effect? You see, it's a metaphor and people use it to help explain the large consequences, caused by little changes. "the flutter of a butterflies wings on one side of the world, may have the power to create a hurricane on the other side." In this story, it's not a butterfly that causes a great change in two peoples lives. In this story, it's a blue bird, who made a single wrong flap of its wings, and nearly lost one. If it hadn't been for William, a 17 year old boy, who happened to be passing by just as the blue bird injured it's wing and picked her up. If it hadn't happened outside an old shoe shop, and if it hadn't been fore the old lady, who sent William to Celestine, a 17 year old girl. I wouldn't be here talking to you about the butterfly effect. ~*~

psy·cho·sis noun a severe mental disorder in which thought and emotions are so impaired that contact is lost with external reality.

The Wyndon family had never been a normal bunch. Ryker Wyndon, the father, was first and foremost a storyteller, only taking second place when he had an idea for a new invention. Marie, his wife, was a workaholic who found joy in her life as a nurse. Their children, Flynn and Casey, were entering their senior year of highschool at Hilmoore. Casey was having no problem with this, as she had always been an outgoing girl. Flynn, on the other hand, had always been more of a loner, only being amplified by the mysterious disappearance of their father three years prior. But, with the start of the school year came a new boy, Murphy Sloan, who had never really had a friend in his life. When the three are thrown together, they start to unravel a secret that goes far deeper than the disappearance of Ryker Wyndon. Join them as they travel through distant lands and team up with some questionable individuals as they figure out just what was going on in their not so small world.

Just a short story I decided to write. It's about a dryad named... you guess it! LILAC! It's just a one timer thing! Enjoy anyways!

A pair of worn boots appeared in his vision, followed by a voice laced with feigned innocence. "Well, that was unfortunate." Anthony's head snapped up, his glare locking onto the young woman standing before him. She was dressed plainly, her dark curls half-loosened from their ties, her face flushed as if she had been running for some time. "Unfortunate?" he echoed incredulously. "You nearly got me killed, and my horse-" He gestured toward the trees where the animal had vanished. "Gone! Thanks to you." The woman crossed her arms, unbothered. "Oh, forgive me, my lord, for daring to exist in your path. Had I known you and your beast were coming, I would have flung myself into the nearest ditch." Anthony scowled. "A tempting alternative, given the circumstances." She scoffed. "Perhaps if you controlled your horse better, this wouldn't have happened." "Perhaps if you had any sense in that head of yours, you wouldn't be darting out of the woods like a madwoman!" Their glares clashed, both too stubborn to yield. The silence between them was thick with unspoken challenges, neither willing to admit fault.

Everything can be there one day... but, gone the next.. All is beautiful now...but, I can feel the cold coming... Don't you feel it too...? It's coming.... To steal away everything that was once beautiful..... The frost will devour everything and everyone in its path..... Beware...... BEWARE...... As no one can escape the frost..... no one..... This is..... F R O S T E D. L I L A C S.

🌼🌸🏳️‍⚧️The Lilacs aren't as vibrant and radiant as they were when he was young, he liked to think they only bloomed when he was in love. The Lilacs bloomed early, right after he met her; but she didn't believe in Lilacs.🏳️‍⚧️🌸🌼 🌼🌸🏳️‍⚧️The Lilacs weren't as pretty that night. He liked to think they only bloomed when he was in love. It's safe to say that she never realised the Lilacs bloomed.🏳️‍⚧️🌸🌼 🕷🐼💟 The Orchids weren't so... bright before she saw him. The delicacy of them increased when he touched her, when he held her. The Vanilla taste grew when she heard him say her name. She liked him, but did she love him?💟🐼🕷 🕷🐼💟Her Orchids were never the... accepting type. When they found about her love for cake they dried out. She tried to keep shining, but was it love without the desire to be more?💟🐼🕷

Rairakku means lilac in Japanese

dreaming

Willow James is a talented artist who hides her terminal illness behind brushstrokes and fleeting smiles. When she meets Jonah, a quiet bookstore owner with a heart still scarred by the death of his brother, an unexpected love blossoms. As their bond deepens, Clara struggles with the decision to tell Jonah the truth. Their love story unfolds slowly, tenderly, tragically.. until the lilacs bloom one last time.

A spring-themed oneshot where two best friends finally confess the longing feelings they have for each other.

My third poem, and one of my personal favorites.