Garwood Novels & Stories

*Tanner* The sun hung low in the sky as Rose and I drove through the dense woods leading to Larch Groove Pack. The scent of maples and lindens filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil. I glanced over at Rose, who was taking in her surroundings with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The recent troubles of the pack weighed heavily on both of us. The news of poisoned water had spread like wildfire, leaving a shadow over the community. Now, as their new leaders, we had a responsibility to help heal the land and restore the trust of the pack members.

Cordelia gently, moved closer to the big beautiful gate holding her small black purse in her hand as she walked. When she got to the gate, she showed the gateman the gold and black card that the driver had given her. On it was written boldly, “ACCESS”. He looked at her thoroughly through the holes in the gate and let her in without any questions asked. All he did, was point her to the direction that she was supposed to go, based on the card that she was holding.

"Did you know that the Arabian sea has a dead zone in the Gulf of Oman which is completely depleted of oxygen and over twice the size of Scotland?" "No, I didn't know that," I told him. I kept my eyes on the coastline, watching the people walking along the side of the congested street. "What is that?" I asked him, eyeing the monument we were driving up on. "Oh that?" he asked. "That's the Gateway of India. It was built to commemorate the visit of King George the fifth and Queen Mary to Mumbai." Dinesh's eye caught mine in the rearview mirror. "Is this your first time in Mumbai?" he asked.

It was his daily medication that decreased the chances of an anxiety attack, he got them almost everyday especially when he was surrounded by people— an unappreciated gift from his career path. He took off his clothes and turned the dim lights on, it was going to be an excruciatingly longbshower or even a bath after he had sprayed Calvary's new men perfume countless times during the shoot. The smell still chocked him, leaving an extremely bitter taste in his lungs. He set a foot into his golden brown fully tiled bathtub after pouring a little of his Time Dye men body wash and scattering a few rose petals. Sometimes he liked to smell pretty, especially on a day like this.

he locks eyes with me, his bright green eyes a near mirror image of my own, nods and then continues, "If he had been, I will take it into consideration." "Thanks, Dad," as I say this, I stand up and make my way out of his office and back out of the pack house, determined to find and speak with my mate. After driving around for what seems like hours, I pick up Amaris's warm vanilla scent. It's faint, but as I follow it, it becomes stronger. Pulling over on the side of the road within the little cul-de-sac of houses that could definitely use some fixing up, I get out and close the door behind me.

James beside her asked, “How did it go?” Sophie stood up and said, “Mhm. I have a rough idea of where Sangria’s Imperial Jade Seal is.” James said excitedly, “Tell me, where is it?” Sophie said, “From my deduction, Sangria’s Imperial Jade Seal is in a place called the Barren Wasteland.” Taken aback, James asked, “Where is this Barren Wasteland?” Sophie shook her head and said, “I don’t know. You’ll have to figure that out yourself.”

Seventy-six Windy Gate was a small triangular house that resembled a pointed hat, or that appeared as if perhaps there was a larger house under the ground that was beginning to sprout. A hedge of wild roses shielded the neat lawn from the road. At the end of the gravel driveway was a sign, painted purple and green on black, that read THIstLE StuDIo & TEARooM and beckoned passersby to stop in for a visit.

The car stopped in front of a glassy gate which I assume to be our destination. After the security check, they open the gate and Mike keeps driving. Just when I thought I've seen it all, Mike parked in front of a huge mansion. Everything about this place screams money! I can't help but gasp at the sight of the beautiful castle standing right in front of me. Of course, Mike didn't miss the surprised look on my face, as he smiled at me through the front mirror.

What was it called again? "What's the name of the city again " I asked Venetia who stood by my side. I was a little taller than her. " Naal city miss" she answered. "Would you please stop calling me miss. My name is Aria" I Said to Venetia whereas I wasn't born with " miss " as my name. "I'm sorry Miss Aria" she said and I rolled my eyes. My eyes caught a beautiful garden, it has many beautiful flowers with different kinds colours. Morning glory, sunflowers, roses, lilies. It was so beautiful and tall I could get lost in it.

He gestures with a hand. Stepping inside feels like walking through the door to Narnia, you're taken to a whole different place, a place that seems out of the picture. It feel like time-traveling, except it's much much worse than Narnia and you're brought back to Medieval times. A nauseous smell fills my nostrils and makes my stomach turn in a knot. The place itself is dark, a few yellow lamps hung on the walls but are clearly not enough to lighten up the big place. "We're here to talk to Agatha Montgomery from Waterfall Bridge." I shortly announce.