For The Love Of Soil Novels & Stories

“Win-” “Ah...hah just one date and We can pretend that it never happen if you think that you won't be able to like me. I know we had lots of sex and acting clingy is never part of it but...I just love you” My speech ended with a lone tear eascaping my eyes because let's be honest, I’m so scare of getting rejected after pouring my heart out.

She smiles, snuggles closer and I put my hands around her. ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you more.’ ‘I love you so much.’ ‘I love you so much more.’ ‘I love you so freaking much.’ ‘I love you so freaking much more.’ Yes, we are silly and we like saying these things to each other. We are in love and we are allowed to be like that. People who are not in love can just

Winter had left most of her garden pale as only the daphne bloomed, coloring the right corner of her garden as the rest of it only had green plants to show. “Listen, child. The only reason I lived this long was that I found love at a very young age. And I opened my heart to receive it all, for the next years to come. That love is the reason I am alive today, standing strong to tell you to receive your love. All of it! You hear me?” Aunt May said, lifting Charlotte’s chin with the clean side of her gardening gloves. “Love needs no pride. Love needs no time. You have the chance to nurture it now, so do not wait till your love grows regretful. Hmm?”

Writing this book allowed me to delve into the intricacies of human emotions, and I’m grateful for every moment you spent with these characters. Thank you for allowing me to share this story with you. May the essence of Perfect Love lingers in your hearts long after the last word. With all my love, Clara J. Stari

“You kidnapped, lied, manipulated, and you have the audacity to say it was for love.” “I did it for us. For our family.”

Tears were threatening to creep out of my eyes but I wouldn’t let them, aunty Joan sighed and looked down. Probably ashamed of herself for almost yelling at me or blaming me for my decision, the memories just have hit her deep and hard and she wasn’t expecting it. She tried to move toward me but her attire was so slow so I rushed to her instead, holding her to support her just in case she’s too weak to stand on her own. “Look here Joan, I love her and she’s aware but there are somethings that love cannot solve, we have to break and Remold what we wasn't.”

Go time. Arthur tapped the microphone. “Friends, neighbors, pie enthusiasts…” A warm laugh rippled through the crowd. “We’re here today not just to turn some dirt, but to plant something. An idea. That a place can grow without losing its soul. That progress doesn’t have to mean erasure.”

Needed. Loved.

She knelt and began to pull weeds as she spoke. “Do you know what soil does with memory?” she asked. Kaya shook her head. “It doesn’t erase it. It composts it. Breaks it down. Turns what was heavy into something that feeds.” She handed Kaya a trowel. “Try it.” They worked in silence. And the silence wasn’t heavy. It was generous. By the time the sun dipped behind the ridge, they had filled two baskets with vegetables and stories that didn’t need to be written down.