Glimwood Tangle Novels & Stories

– she held out a finger – “to take the first position and if you don’t, I should…” “Never let you play the scrabble board game, ever again,” Anu completed. Ayo shot her a disapproving look and Anu also stuck her tongue out. “Thank God you were there, Anu,” Mrs. Cole said. She tore the envelope and out came a neatly folded sheet. “Well” - she looked at Ayo as she unfolded – “you took second position!” Ayo was going to say something but she interrupted. “Which means no more scrabble in this house!”

This time around, her scent was very faint and if I didn't focus, I might not be able to get it. I looked at the 3 roads that made up the junction and didn't know which to take. I turned to look at Darin. “It's either we take left, right or we go straight. But I don't know where to go because her scent is too faint.” I said and Darin looked ahead. “My instincts tell me we should head straight ahead.” Darin suggested and I nodded as we started going straight. I tried to get her scent and though it was still faint, I felt like we were going the right way. The straight road took us into the woods and we looked around as different creatures moved about.

*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.

People at the restaurants, the kids. He knocked on the door of Shardul. “Mr Flower?” Shardul who was writing something got up on seeing Vivaan. “Can I come in?” He carried Shardul’s guitar in his hands. “Of course…” Vivaan walked in. “I wanted to return the guitar to you. And just wanted to say a proper goodbye. It was nice meeting you, Mr Flower.” “Yeah, me too. It was nice meeting you. When would we meet again? Come down here someday when you have time”

The car was silent and the tension that lingered in the air was unbearable, I could only hear the engine. Artemis tensed against the window and turned her body, trying to put as much space between us as the car would allow. The smell of her perfume lingered In the air—vanilla with a hint of something floral. The disgust she felt for me was clearer than words. I could tell by how her perfectly manicured fingers gripped her clutch and how her shoulders slightly trembled with rage. Artemis was undoubtedly angry and confused, but so was I.

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the girl in pigtails explained. "About three thousand people died in that town because of the sudden calamity. The military forces are trying to figure out their purpose for going that far as summoning a tidal wave, forcing the flow of nature against it's own. But we've heard...," she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire."

)) << grandma’s back >> we hurry out the door and back down stairs to her << here grandma >> (( ah, there you are I brought you this deary )) She held her hand out to Raven who extended her own hand to my grandma and took a pouch made of leaves from her and opened it {{ wow, it’s beautiful }} << it really is >> (( it took us a bit to make it but I’m glad you like it, it won’t keep you from seeing or scenting the Grindlings I’m afraid but it will keep them from feeling you, because dear you emit warmth as I said earlier and that is what they are drawn to, so wearing this will hide your warmth that draws them to you because if you have more than one of them around you at any given time at the

*Greenwood Territory — Southern Glade* The path to the southern glade was rougher, less worn. It twisted through the earth, overgrown and tangled with creeping vines. It wasn't a trail meant for many. The deeper they went, the thicker the silence became. It wasn't empty but expectant.

Gwen grumbled, shoving the golden comb into the bottom drawer of her wardrobe, burying it under a pile of discarded odds and ends. Unbeknownst to Gwen, the golden comb began to emit a soft, shimmering glow amidst Hans's old junk—a glowing mark of an unfinished bond of ownership.