Arrietty Novels & Stories

"You’re right." "Aren’t I always?" Arissa giggled, giving me a quick kiss. "Anyway, fix your face so that you don’t look intimidating when this carriage stops." "Yes ma am." When the carriage stopped, I wrapped an arm around Arissa, leading her out to find a small creature with blazing golden eyes and wild red hair waiting for us. At first, I couldn’t quite pin-point what it was as it looked like a mixture between a gremlin and a rabbit. However, when it suddenly stood, throwing the large hide that was wrapped around it to the ground, I realized that it wasn’t a creature at all, but instead a child with a broad smile and rosey pink cheeks.

“Oh relax, Benji. It’s a holographic party charm. And it’s themed.” The “theme,” if one could still call it that after Chelsea got her hands on it, was a chaotic mashup of Encanto, magical creature menagerie, forest fairy tale, and… was that a mini bouncy house shaped like the Blood Moon Pack crest? Tora didn’t know whether to cry, laugh, or beg someone to bring her a cupcake and a bottle of apple juice spiked with something strong.

Sean and Kyle, two of Burney's friends, even Big Jim walked past. I sighed as I pushed on, heading for Aaron's room. I walked through his curtain and paused, startled by the reflections before me. One was sitting at the table in the corner, his back to me as he poured over a pile of papers. Another was half the height he should've been, kneeling beside the bed. And the other... "Lillith." I said her name without thinking, and the next second she was with me, her body appearing before me, looking as tangible as if she were actually standing there.

“Is that what your father told you?” I am unsure how she knows, but I only nodded in response. A flicker of darkness danced in her eyes, so fleeting I almost didn’t catch it. "My dearest," she began, her voice like a wind chime on a summer's day, "Aerith is a place of many things. It holds beauty beyond compare, with forests that whisper forgotten secrets and rivers that sing lullabies beneath the moon. But just like the shadows that dance with the light, there is darkness there too."

Hibiki shut off the tv, and we could hear them crying coming from the closed bathroom door. “Please… let us out. Please…” a child’s voice begged. I clenched my jaw pissed at these people all over again. Hibiki put the gun away and unlocked the bathroom door. Inside were two caucasian girls, both blondes. The older one couldn’t be more than fourteen, and the little one huddled in her lap crying was maybe three at best.

Anthony has been going out a lot leaving Amelia and me with ink, ink doesn't seem that bright so I've been trying to persuade him to take us out, but Anthony has his claws in that poor guy. Today had just been like any normal day for the life we're living now, as it was on the warmer side of days for it being nearly winter, I was in the garden with Amelia under the watchful eye of Anthony in the kitchen. Amelia can now sit up by herself so she was just playing with her toys on her blanket, while I lay down looking at the sky. The peaceful day was disrupted by a scream coming from the neighbours garden, I make sure Amelia was okay before getting up, Anthony quickly running after me, I managed

She had dark hair pulled into a messy bun and wore an oversized hoodie and shorts, barefoot in the hallway like she didn’t care who saw her. “Oh, hey,” she said brightly. “You must be the new neighbor.” “Yes,” I replied automatically. “I’m Serena.” “I’m Arya,” she said, shifting the basket to one arm so she could wave. “If you need help with anything, let me know. I saw some boxes being wheeled in earlier.” “That’s really kind,” I said, surprised by the immediate friendliness. “I might actually need help moving a few of them.” “Perfect,” she said enthusiastically. “I was procrastinating laundry anyway.”

The remnants of her mother’s and father’s lives beckoned her from the attic, like sirens calling her to uncover the secrets hidden within their old belongings. With a deep breath, Aqua climbed the creaking stairs to the attic. Dust motes danced in the beams of sunlight streaming through the small window, and the air was thick with the scent of aged paper and wood. She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation.

Amy, with her vibrant personality and infectious energy, provided a perfect cover for the tension simmering just beneath the surface. The observer continued to follow them as they moved through the city, stopping at a quaint café. They chose a table outside, and the observer found a spot across the street, hiding behind a newspaper while still keeping them in sight. The observer watched as they laughed and chatted, their bond clear and strong. This was the Emily the observer remembered: lively, full of hope, and surrounded by people who cared about her.

here, hold it, - he thrust a basket at me: - I’m right now, - I hobbled into the house with a quick step. She grabbed the basket that he shoved at me, cast a glance into it: the squirrels, deprived of the presence of their huge Inari sedative, at first pressed their ears, looked at me warily, but after a moment they rushed into the loose. No matter how much I waved my arms, trying to push them back, the two still managed to slip out. The third, having contrived, I caught by the tip of the tail, but this trifle, dodging, bit my little finger.