In The Tall Grass Novels & Stories

he continued away from the riverbank and through the trees, the foliage changing underfoot from rich, moist compost to clumps of tough, reedy grasses. These grasses were the reason that neither vampire nor Karifa had bothered with this grassland. The clumps were deeply rooted and proliferate. As quickly as the grass could be stripped from the soil to make way for crops, it would grow back in, requiring constant tending to prevent it taking over garden beds and fields. This was also why past colonist’s holdings had seemed to disappear. Wilhelma and the vampires had cleaned up after their feast, not wishing to upset the Karifa with the evidence, and had taken apart any structure that were left

"The Crimson Meadow is an expansive plain of tall blood-red grass stained permanently from prior combats. The wailing wind bears the shrieks of those who perished here, their spirits eternally tethered to this place. The ghastly field stretches as far as the eye can see, the blades of grass swaying in macabre unison. A foreboding fog hovers just above the ground, obscuring whatever horrors lie in wait. There will be no mercy here. Only the ruthless and the damnably fortunate will emerge alive from the site," "Step into the tall red grasses at your own peril, for here the grass stains permanently with the blood of those who have come before. The wind moans through the stalks, a chorus of angu

I will need every last one of them from the fight that I know is coming. I took a deep breath as we prepared for whatever it is up ahead. The grass carried on forever into the horizon, a monotonous grey colour, as if it had renounced the will to live and stopped growing altogether. "Are we sure we're gonna find anyone up here?" James questioned as he manoeuvred himself through the thick bushes. "Honestly, I am not certain," Lance uttered as he tried to figure out why the mansion looked abandoned. "The grass is grown, that's weird."

It looks amazing with its authority, the towering trees accompany it with their gallantness, challenging anyone who looks at it. The giant trees stand upright, towering high, leaving a mighty impression. The bushes of grass around it are also very dense and tall. As if cows were hiding, they might not be seen. Amid her solitude, various amazing views occasionally make Anindira's mind wander. What's behind the grass that sways comfortably with the wind?

After five more minutes, he says, “Aha!” “What?” Tasha asks eagerly. “Look at this.” He is pointing at the ground, and Tasha has no idea what she is supposed to see. “What -“ “The grass, Tasha, the grass. What is the difference between the grass of this area,” he makes a wide circle in the air with his hand, “and that of the other places we have walked past.” Tasha uses her phone light and looks again. After a few seconds, she says, “Oh!”

When the breeze blew, the grass swayed like the sea. In the middle of the spring, most of the land in the south of the Northern Region had regained its green color. The hinterland grassland was the largest grassland in the Northern Region. Within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, low hills and shallow basins occupied most of the grassland. The two-meter-tall weeds rose and fell in the wind, which was quite beautiful. If one looked down from the sky, one could find that the wide grassland was as beautiful as a green wave.

Kissing the fence was a wide expanse of freshly mown grass. The piece of grassland stretched on and on for a range, rising and dropping in match to the topography. Then Everest could see a tall two-storey in the distance. Two chimneys stuck out of its tall roof and she could see smoke, but it didn't seem to be coming from the chimneys.

He takes me to the outskirts of Bloodmoon, through a narrow muddy path that leads out into an open field. A gust of wind sweeps across the field, and I smell the fresh grass as Elias brings the beast to a halt. My grip loosens around him and I climb off the saddle, feet sinking into grass. I look out into the open field, to the point where the green of the earth meets the sky’s bright blue. The grass used to be taller when we’d run through here seeking out toads in the rain and chasing grasshoppers under the sun’s glare. My head feels lighter now, and I even feel a smile curl my lips.

Sunlight blazes down on Silverpine’s meadow, all gold and green, making the grass shimmer. Blankets sprawl in unruly squares across the hillside, and the pack has gone all out—banners and streamers flap between birch trees, homemade flags ripple in the breeze, and tables groan beneath pies, roasted meats, jars of pickles, and so much bread Thalia almost pities the wheat.

Alora POV I am back in the flowery field where I met Morgan, only this time I am alone. The grass is taller than it was, and the trees have changed shape. It is like many years have passed since the last time I was here. Wading through the tall grass, I let my fingers graze over the tips of the blades. It is a strange feeling. I know it is one I haven’t felt before, but it doesn’t feel foreign.