Grass Novel Novels & Stories

Each tree was a perfect copy of its neighbor, with no tangled friendships of vines, no gnarled, unique personalities shaped by storms and time. Soon, the rows of trees ended abruptly, giving way to a vast, open field. It was a sight that made them all stop and stare. The field was immense, stretching to the horizon. And it was filled with a single, swaying crop: a tall grass with feathery, greyish-white seed heads. It was not golden wheat or green barley. It was a pale, ghostly color, and as the wind swept through it, it made a soft, sighing sound, like a long, collective exhalation of sorrow.

JUPITER POV Keeping tabs on Grisha was as fun as it got. I still couldn’t believe that the little naïve girl with big-ass framed reading glasses was the golden phoenix who was going to bring us salvation and save the world from the hands of Anuka. It was still a very foreign concept even though I wanted to make deal with it. From the scrolls, Grisha would be strong, domineering, unstoppable. And the little girl who was not only 18 but also man-blood was really far from what was written in the scrolls! Well, except for her insanely dominating aura even though she was just meek, and pretty much killable!

Thirteen hunches beside me, clenching her ribs as she sniffles. "Hey," I whisper to her. "Look at the grass." She shakes her head. "I don't care for grass." "You haven't seen grass like this." At the Unfortunate camp, the grass is a pale green and only exists in random patches of spiky blades. Out here, it's a vast wonderland of beautiful, soft greenery. "If you just look up a little, you'll see—"

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.

The few blades of grass embedded in it were brown and stringy. “In that?” she asked. “Why not? There’s plenty of soil there for some new grass.” Dominic smiled. “Plenty of moisture, too.” Leesa stared down at the patch of earth, focusing her thoughts. She didn’t need any kind of actual visual to help her—she’d seen enough grass in her life to easily picture what it should look like. “Blitha egras sumuss,” she said.

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.