In The Tall Grass Novels & Stories

Allison As we sat down on the lush green grass, the vibrant atmosphere of the field enveloped us. The air was alive with the sounds of laughter, chatter, and the occasional whistle blow. The scent of freshly cut grass wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of food from the nearby vendors.

To navigate through the tall grasses, I must step high as it hides the uneven ground. The knots in my stomach from earlier today are anvils now. Bile climbs my throat, and tears stream steadily from my eyes, blurring my surroundings. I slowly walk along the fence line, looking for any remnants to clue me in to the exact location my car landed. On my next step, I find a hard object not the dirt I expect. I gently kick my toe around the hard object. It’s a post. Bending down, I struggle to remove the thatch of grass that’s grown around it. I fall to my bottom, crossing my legs in front of me. I wiggle it side to side. I remove all the grass, starting at the bottom and working my way up the bar

Maeve I spent the rest of the morning trudging through the tall grass, which had sprung back up to its usual height after the sun came out and began to dry the weighed-down blades. I struggled against the unruly grass, the sharp, dry blades constantly snagging on my shirt and poking the skin on my hands and neck.

I bite into it, "Mmph, so good!" She leers at me playfully, then darts her hand back and forth between us, "I'm watching you, missy," she says, then smiles at me. "Guys were here!" Olivia announces from upfront. We all rush to catch up to her, and after we climb a slightly inclined hill, a beautiful meadow lay before us. The evergreen blades of grass look as if the wind is caressing them. Popping colors of purple, white and yellow speckles the vast field.

Since this belongs to the Elvian territory, I was afraid that everything had the surprise of something magical. Half an hour walking, the three of us arrived in the middle of the meadow. Only halfway to go to the foothill. But that was where I felt strange. A lot of the grass around here was damaged like something stepped on. What horrified me was the size of the damage to the grass, which can be up to two meters. Even if someone stepped on it, only a few inches. I found more and more grass damaged or uprooted, like the remnants of a battle, the closer to the center. I also found some animal carcasses such as deer or buffalo. Most of the carcasses were already bones. What all these carcasses

“Know of her, the older woman with the horse behind her, look. She grows faint in the weeds.” The tall grasses seemed to envelope the one he called Weaver and the girl, to the point they almost vanished from sight, as if they were sinking or drawing back from the plain. Their image stretched, like it bent. Gradually, Weaver and the girl faded away in the tall grasses. The outline of the horse lingered a bit longer, but soon disappeared as well. Porcius stared at Rufus. “Who is that?” The slave swallowed hard and loud. “Weaver is the mistress of the oaks, far beyond our territory, meaning the Celtic folk.”

he added, looking around us. My hands shook as I relaxed the death grip that I held onto the reins. It took a moment for my eyes to recover from the bright light, and I blinked trying to dispel the auras as I looked around. We were in the middle of a vast area of grassland, the feather heads of the wild grasses bowing and rippling like an ocean around us, and even the silvered moonlight could not dispel the array of colours, yellow, white, green, pinks, reds to the deepest purple.

Slow, even movements will also be less noticeable than fast, jerky ones, I remind myself. I’m lying in a field of tall grass and stringy weeds, which help conceal me at least a little. Scattered saplings and clumps of low shrubs dot the field, which stretches back from the cliff for a couple of hundred yards. Beyond that, tall, thickly wooded hills rise up to meet the sky. The bright blue canopy is painted with high, wispy cirrus clouds—“horsetails,” we call them back home because of the way they look. The silence is unsettling. Other than the muted pounding of the waves onto the beach far below, I hear nothing. I suppose that’s better than hearing growls and screeches.

“Ten. Nine. Eight." I don't waste any time and immediately spring into action, dashing across the clearing towards the Arena Cells with all the speed I can muster. As Dark continues to count down, the wind carries away his voice. I try my hardest to maintain my balance, but the slight depressions in the tall grass keep causing me to stumble. The chilly night breeze stings my lungs, and my limbs already feel weak and shaky.

It was covered with tall grasses and rocky other surfaces. Lucas hurriedly rush to find anyone. Was it Victor? Or maybe Moon? "Victor! Moon! Where are you?" The surroundings were dark. The winds gone aggressive. But as the cloud that hid the light of the full moon was being blown by the wind, the area gradually lightened. His goosebumps intensified. He looked all over the massive grassland that wasn't even trimmed for whole two months. He ran through the almost three-feet tall grasses. "Moon!"