Flowers for the Forest Beasts


Mori no Majyuu ni Hanataba wo
By Kimito Kogi


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9 Responses to Flowers for the Forest Beasts

  1. Yoraikun says:

    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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  2. Woaahhh Thanks for your hard works,
    i hope you can often update Short story like this

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  3. MFadzly says:

    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.


  4. Tadano says:

    Thanks for this novel.


  5. Mr. White Tower says:

    “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?


  6. Fantastic and beatiful story i love it


  7. “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
    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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