Behind The Green Curtain の小説・ストーリー

Dr. Green smiled moving away from the door. He hadn’t mean to eavesdrop, he just happened to walk past and heard their voices. He hurried to his kitchen, brewing some coffee. For them. Barely able to contain his smile. “We’re leaving, Dr.Green..” Dixon announced from the door. Dr. Green turned to them, standing by the door of the kitchen. He looked down at their intertwined fingers. “So soon, stay for some...” “We’ve a lot of things to do. Thank you for everything.”

I drag myself lazily out of the tiny bed we both share and head to the bathroom to clean up my face. It has been months since we graduated and getting up early is always my nightmare. After about twenty minutes of Elsa pushing me around, we head to work. The foragers' meeting hall which is what we decided to call the training Grounds is located in the farm reserve area of the compound, since we work closely together. On our way we pass the farmers trying to save the little crops we have left on the other side of the cattle gates. The situation is really getting bad, the crops do not look healthy due to lack of water and faint sun, all due to the effects of the bombs that fell years ago.

If it is too much of an intrusion into your individual and private lives, please let us know how insensitive we have become. Being green provided several firsts that shaped not just our character but our destiny as well. From hosting, dancing and singing our hearts out all the way to the finals and to demonstrating the rest of our giftedness and acumen, you have uncomplainingly given us our rightful place in the continuing green history. It is relatively never easy and it would be a falsity to claim that it is absolutely difficult. Only because of the unwavering guidance of our seniors, the company of men and women of irrefutable character and nobility and a fully operational system regardle

She wasn’t asking questions anymore, she simply watched, heart fluttering with a strange, beautiful anticipation. After a few more turns, the path opened up into a clearing. Aurora’s lips parted in awe. Before them stood a stunning glass greenhouse, tucked away like a hidden gem in the heart of nature. Surrounded by trees and nestled beside a still, moonlit lake, the greenhouse shimmered under a blanket of tiny fairy lights that draped across its arched roof and glittered like stars coming down to earth. Inside, she could already see flickers of candles casting a soft, golden hue.

Harriet was pounding on the operating room door like it was the only thing standing between her and justice. "Stop, just stop everything! "Why should my son go through hell and back, and then give up his kidney to him?" Harriet's cries filled the air, her sanity slipping through her fingers like sand. In a flash, Nevin's hand struck, and Harriet crumpled to the floor, out cold. Janet watched, her mind a blank slate. "Dad, is everything Mom said true? Have you lied to all of us?" Liliana, who did not say a word, turned as white as a ghost.

_____ Episode 17 – Behind the Curtain The scent of dust, old velvet, and sweat hangs in the air backstage, a perfume more intoxicating to me than any French fragrance. I'm Elise, a stagehand at the Moonspire Theatre, and my world is one of shadows and whispered cues, of watching magic happen from the wings. But tonight, the real magic isn't happening out there under the blinding lights. It's happening here, in the cramped, dimly lit space behind the heavy crimson main curtain.

Ethan’s POV The green room smelled like nerves and cold coffee. Julian paced behind me while I sat still, elbows on knees, palms sweaty. The makeup artist had already dabbed at our faces, tried to make us look “fresh” and “camera-ready,” but no amount of powder could hide the tension crackling in the air. The studio audience was just beyond the curtain, waiting for a show. I wasn’t sure they were ready for this kind of show. “You don’t have to say everything,” Julian said behind me, his voice tight but calm. “You don’t owe them all of you.”

“My grandfather built the greenhouse to hide it. Said he wanted a place where secrets could rot in peace. I always thought it was just metaphor.” Anita’s grip on her mother’s hand tightened. Patricia sat in the back seat, pale but alert, wrapped in a thick coat. She refused to stay behind. “I’m not letting them use me as leverage again,” she’d said, her voice lined with steel. They slipped through a hidden gate on the east wall, through ivy-covered archways and along the crumbling cobblestone path leading to the greenhouse. Moonlight filtered through cracked panes above, casting an eerie glow over the dried husks of forgotten plants and broken tools.

They smiled for photos and then slipped away, ghosts in evening dress. Grayson vanished into the rafters, climbing into service tunnels and overhead catwalks until he found a dark niche above the main floor. He rigged the small transmitter into the event’s AV cluster quietly, then crawled into the ceiling to wait. The ceremony began exactly on cue: rehearsed speeches, liquid applause, practiced smiles. On the giant screen, a slideshow of charity projects played, children laughing, clean water, glossy hope. The live broadcast rolled outward: dozens of channels, hundreds of living rooms, feeds into the world.

We have never talked face-to-face for how many months so Noni filled me with so many tea while I'm having my meal. "By the way Kanna, you already know Groom right? So how was it," I ate a slice of my burger first before remembering what I had watched. "Hmmm, he's weird," "Eh? What do you mean?" "Everything about him is weird! Like why is he hiding his face," "That is some part of his strategy to gain viewers of course," Ken replied. I shrugged. "And you know what? There have been some rumors spread about Groom before. They said that he's a kind of guy who loves to fuck different girls. I don't even believe that half of this rumors are real," Noni said.