The Artist
A few miles away, a most extraordinary butterfly flew through an open window.
Invisible Ink 2: The Suit Part 1
It's a gloomy day on the 12th of September when boss walks in with a file. "This is a weird one," he says as he plops the file on my desk. I open it and skim through some of the details. "A man in a fursuit with a shotgun?" I sign to the chief. ...
La Farfalla
I'm a butterfly, she is a dolphin, and we have been best friends since the dawn of time. melody is a marine biology major- well thats a shocker! i am an environmental chemist.
Efecto mariposa (Segunda Parte)
Segunda Parte En el capítulo anterior... Twilight (leyendo) Estuve observando lo que hiciste con la pequeña Scootaloo, quizás no te habías dado cuenta, pero tu buena acción será recompensada. Esta misma tarde mandaré por ti. Spike ¿Por qué la princesa...
Lasting Perfection
My fingers intwined with his, and fit perfectly together. He was warm, he smelled sweet, he was soft to touch, he was perfect. Curly black hair, bright shining green eyes. I have never known perfection, I have never known attraction, I have never...
The fox and the butterfly.
She whispered, aiming her breath over the top of the butterfly to stop it being blown away with it. the butterfly looked up at her, a look of panic on its face.
Only the beginning
11:36: pm, tuesday 6/7/08 studio 9 walking through that door, still brings up butterflies in my stomach, i really wish i wasnt here, not tonight at least. why couldnt i put this off?
Butterflies… Monsters...
Never let her go! You might want to reach for something new Because this old gig might not be for you Whether you hold to some sick sense of chivalry Or you just don't want to see your own depravity I'll leave the answers up to you ...
Butterfly Effect
The butterfly effect. there is no moral to this story. there is no hidden meaning. i just want to share that with you. if you can't take any meaning from this, then that's okay.
Sheeperfly's Lullaby
The butterfly landed behind soft-as-snow's ear and planted the tiny globe deep in her thick, white wool. "sing to it every night," the butterfly said.
Poem- My Butterfly
butterfly blue, butterfly red that's all that needs to be said.
Surface (Chapter 1)
Insects were a spectrum: butterflies could pass just about anywhere, but arachnids shared yet one more distinction than non-red blood with her for which they were also even more reviled.