Mori no Majyuu ni Hanataba wo
By Kimito Kogi
Prologue- Into the Forest of Magic
- The Man-Eating Flower
- Sing to the Moon
- Blue Rose
- Destroyer of the Forest
- When Fall Comes, Winter can’t be far Behind
- Sword of Resolve
- Goodnight Roselyne
- Epilogue
- Postscript
There is supposed to be a rose symbol before each chapter, but Google Chrome converts the Unicode into an emoji no matter how hard I try to force it, so I had to settle for images. 🔥🌹︎ 🔥🌹︎ 🔥🌹︎ 🔥
Why in blazes would someone want these cartoony piles of horsedroppings over the classy rose or fire unicode characters elludes me.
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bro can u recommend a novel on dis site
i loved shield hero
sevens and the lazy king(de only once i read)
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Woaahhh Thanks for your hard works,
i hope you can often update Short story like this
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thx for the short novel. i wish there would be more like this novel. the feel bus is strong and steady especially when nearing the ending.
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I wuv it
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Thanks for this novel.
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“Flower of The Forest Beast” Read and heard with the song “grenades”, beautiful story, gentle and warm. Like combining thousands of chapters into one novel, the appreciation and meaning in it are really simple but the impression is too beautiful, how do you say it …
or maybe you can?
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Fantastic and beatiful story i love it
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“Flowers, I thought”
would brighten up the room,
so a pot of yellow daisies sits
on the window sill leaning
to the left, sometimes the right.
Each day is different.
And each day I move the pot
turning it until the daisies lean
in toward the kitchen.
Until yesterday
when I realized the daisies
don’t turn left or right.
They turn to the sun
knowing they don’t belong
indoors.
They try to escape
the confines of my kitchen,
perhaps hoping
I’ll do the same.
*****
“She Stirs the Night”
She doesn’t stir with wooden spoon
in her hand, a pot of soup on the stove,
batches of cookies for bake sales;
she stirs midnight blues, braids
strands of fading sun
into darkness of the coming
night. She shines
red, and glides
through dim lit streets,
no destination,
while her family is at home,
and she dreams
as she scrubs herself clean
of wife, mother,
faceless apparition
before she must return to her home,
return to anywhere.
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