Grass Graphic Novels & Stories

"Anyone without a partner?" I awkwardly raised my hand. "Oh... then maybe you can go with that handsome boy there?" I looked at where he's pointing. Carter Gray. Carter is one of the typical gamers. He likes to keep a low profile and stay at home all day. But I heard that when he does go to parties, he gets super drunk and does a lot of crazy things. He has sandy blonde hair with brown ends. His dark brown eyes looked at me and grinned. Well he's... something. I awkwardly walk up to him. He gives me a warm smile as I sat beside him.

Why was my love life so frustrating? "Have you noticed how the grass isn't itchy like regular grass?" I was wanting to keep topics on the tour. "The griffins who live here have an oil on their skin that coats the grass and makes it velvety. It's been like that for so long that the grass grows like that naturally now. And the color is like a turquoise mineral." I was feeling more at peace as we walked along. I turned and stretched my hands up. "Look, it's a griffin nest," I whispered. "And around the family are the flowers I mentioned. They're magnificent!"

He’s looking at me, but he didn’t bother to say any word. The photographers continued to take some few shots after their short break. We changed clothes several times, and posing in front of the camera is not that easy after our short arguments with Mom. Darren looked like he’s trying to please her, but I know that he’s only doing that for one main reason... Their company, the Herrera Corp. “Okay, face to the left, please.”

Perceptive kid. She releases me and goes back to her picture. “What are you drawing?” I ask. “A forest.” She says. “Forests are dark though. Not bright like a garden.” “Forests can be very dark.” I say, nodding my head. “But they can bright and beautiful too. There are green trees and grass, and butterflies, and birds.” Grace’s face lights up a bit. “Butterflies? Where?” I point to a blank spot on the page. “You could put them there. A bunch of them.”

she explained. The woman nodded. “I see. Who is your cousin, and what would you have to do if you had lost?” Nate growled, and I smirked. “He didn’t know I was his cousin, so he asked for a date. I made the tattoo the term for my winning because he insulted my friend who appears human. The loser in question is Matty Graycort.” “Wait, Matty Graycort who is a senior at Gayl U, and president of PLP?” she asked.

Knowing how tight knit our family was, both the Rosses and Graham’s I knew better than to put this outsider in our world, but Parker was more than just an outsider to me he was a friend and through the wars and after his recent accomplishment he was becoming family. “I got a flight for Parker, you know my artist Prime Theory, he’s going to do a show either Saturday or Sunday night, that a give us all some shop in N.O. money, give him some exposure and-.” Mama cut me off, “Have your ass work during a time of mourn! How could you be so damn selfish Edily?”

Her mom always grimaced when she’d shown her the bowl of tiny amphibians, their tails bustling behind them as they swam in circles. Grace swirled dark orange paint onto the canvas, attempting to create trees and perhaps the river in front of her. She usually found landscapes uninspired, but now she was determined to paint something. She’d be just like Bob Ross and paint mountains and rivers and happy little trees and a stray bird overhead and clouds and everything banal. If she could catch a squirrel and keep it in her pocket like Bob did, she would do that, too.

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.

he asks while skewering me with his blue eyes. I look out the window at the fields that make up a small portion of Gray Ranch. They have so much acreage it is easy for enemies to ambush them. They have so many small pups to care for at the moment that they have left themselves vulnerable. Without constant vigilance and routine patrols, an enemy could surprise them easily. The scents from their livestock alone could help camouflage an enemy...