Book In Grass Novels & Stories

Inside lay a clump of wild grass, still damp with soil at the roots. The maids covered their mouths to hide their giggles. One of them whispered, barely able to hold it in, “Miss Amara did it again…” Amara lifted the grass in both hands and turned toward Dina and Ayah, her expression calm and serious. “This grass is very rare,” she explained with mock sincerity. “Cows love it. Since you both say you work so hard… you must be hungry. Eat.” Dina’s face turned scarlet, her nostrils flaring. “What nonsense is this?!” she snapped, her voice trembling with rage.

Lorna, our ever-vigilant companion, closed the door behind us, its closing sound reduced to a mere whisper. Descending onto the ground, we felt the coolness of the thick, lush grass beneath our hands and knees as we started our stealthy advance. The tall blades of grass towered above us, swaying in the wind, their rustling creating a symphony of hushed whispers. We navigated our way through this natural obstacle course, inching closer to the forest’s edge. Our senses heightened with anticipation.

Part of me thought maybe Time was taking me back into a moment in time that is surrounded in fire where I would suffer and burn while he stood there and laughed at me. Maybe I need to stop reading so many books. “Where are we?” I ask, as the softest breeze kisses my face. I twist, looking around for any sense of familiarity. Wherever we are, it not longer exists in this state a million years from now. We stand in a field, or perhaps in a large expanse of many fields. Everywhere I look is long grass up to our waists, the colour of pure emerald green. Within the blades, tall wildflowers grow, peeking up above the line of grass showing of vivid colours.

“This is great, this is so great! The Chi energy in this place is exceptionally rich and dense. So, third-grade spirited grass is common here but not outside. It’s almost impossible to find a third-grade spirited grass outside!” Fane’s spirits brightened; hope bloomed inside his eyes. “With sufficient spirited grasses and materials, I’ll have more chances to practice creating third-grade pills. Only with the opportunity of having enough material to keep creating the pills, will I have the possibility of success and be able to keep improving myself!” He tightened his fists and spoke.

When she picked a seat, she walked to it through the carpet grass littered with dead brown leaves which made crunch sounds as she stepped on them. As soon as she got to the seat, she sat down and placed her bag on the round table in front of her, and then she took out her note. The note where she was writing the first draft of her first book which she intended to publish once she was done with writing. She sat for a while starring at the clouds move whilst forming different shapes, she listened to the crickets cricking on the grass, and the trees swaying and dropping a leaf on intervals. When she noticed she wasn’t drawing enough inspiration to write, she closed her book and took out her nov

I don’t hate it though, the grass floors fits well with the woody vibe of this place. Most of Gramps’ belongings were scattered all over the place as if things were left where they were last used. If one would accidentally stumble upon this hut, they’d probably think that this place was abandoned. The next thing I noticed were the stacks of books near his bed. It piqued my attention so I moved towards it. What’s more interesting was that as I got closer, more and more books looked familiar. “This is my book.” I held the ‘The Ugly Duckling’ book, its cover now ripped.

The ache in my heart turns to butterflies in my belly. There’s a rickety stool outside the den with a book sitting on it, a paperback that’s gotten soaked and dried at least once, opened like a fan. A bookmark made of braided grass is tucked between the pages. He reads? What is he reading? My wolf can’t read. All she can do to satisfy my curiosity is sniff the pages. They smell like they’ve been dew-dampened and baked in the sunshine many, many times. She bumps it off the chair with her enthusiasm, and Justus rescues it from the ground.

“You have a wavy hair, Madame. It is also smooth like you’re walking on the moon.” “But you’ve never been to the moon, right? How would you even know my hair feels like walking on the moon?” “Well, I’ve read it on books. It was really touching when the man said that to the woman he loves.” Yeah, the typical novel love story. “Madame, you write stories right? Can I read some of your books? I will borrow them for a week, then I will return it when I am done reading.” “...” “I promise not to let even the strand of my hair dirty the book. I really just wanted to read.”

They used a treasure. Light Grass The Light Grass was a small plant that lit up once it was placed in a dark environment. One had to just drop a bit of blood onto the flower for it to work. Once placed in a dark place it would float before person whose blood it swallowed and brighten up the place. The light it provided could illuminate an area of about 150 square meters! And its light could last for more than thirty minutes! That was how the Three Great Races explored Dark Valley. They might be strong, but even they were disadvantaged in the dark. Mane and Lily had several reserves of Light Grass. They had been given to them by Ivor. Light Grass was also rare, and ironically it could only be

I can’t help but wonder if this is relevant. “So tell us what the book looks like and we look.” Meadow interrupts my moment of reverie, on her feet and ready to do something more than sitting here and I nod in agreement. Sliding up from my own chair to get busy. “It’s green, large like this one, with a dark vine wrapped around to keep it shut. Leyanne is a witch of nature so it suits. It’s where I learned the spell and I know it’s here. No one ever removes the books, not that they can. The stairwell won’t let a book pass upwards so it will be here wherever I left it.”