In The Tall Grass Novels & Stories

Ronan's POV The wind roared across the open grasslands, bending the tall, golden stalks under its relentless force. Sparse trees dotted the expanse, their twisted branches reaching toward the storm-gray sky like skeletal fingers. The horizon stretched endlessly ahead, rippling with waves of shifting vegetation. At the center of it all, a black beast thundered across the plains.

I gasped, my legs burning as I sprinted behind her. We burst into the clearing, our clearing. The grass was tall and wild, brushing our thighs. Flowers dotted the earth in bursts of violet and gold. A crooked tree arched at the edge like a guardian bowing low, its trunk scarred from carvings long forgotten. I collapsed onto the ground, letting the earth hold me. Leaves tangled in my braids. “When I’m Alpha,” I panted, “I’m banning running.” Rhea plopped beside me, smirking. “When you’re Alpha?”

He was a real cutie, with red hair and freckles all over his face. “Hello, Trista,” he said, greeting me politely. “May I please take Billy and Belle into the forest? The grasshoppers are breeding and I want to show them.” “Grasshoppers?” I asked. He nodded vigorously. “Yes. Just over there. They have a breeding ground every year around this time. There are hundreds of them. It’s not far. I promise.” “Please?” Billy and Belle whined. “We’ll be so good. We want to see the grasshoppers.”

“I have my ways.” The pines tickled my arms as I pushed up the hill, the trees slowly falling away and becoming sparse, giving way to the tall grass. Heaving a sigh, I strode forward, my heels crushing the dried leaves under. The grass brushed tenderly against my clothed legs, swaying and swishing gently with the breeze. It smelled like earth and ice, something inherently warm but a little cold all at once.

Serra swallowed and put her eyes back on the woods, on the unending shades of green and brown and shadows. The woods lighten as the trees thinned out, revealing more of the burning sky. Spaces between branches widen and more streaks of light illuminated the woods, revealing details and spaces. The wind also grew warmer and hot. The trees ended in the distance and tall grasses stretched into the horizon, blocking their way and their sight. They made their way through the grasses, parting them as they stepped through. The thin and long sword-like leaves of the grasses were itchy as it slapped on their skin. Serra used her sword and slashed it, cutting a way for them.

~ My paws kneaded the snowy earth as I flew across it, fast as an arrow, keeping low and keeping silent. Tall grass enshrouded me, while the beaming sunlight warmed my back. To an onlooker it might appear that a brown blur hunted within this overgrown field, or what little they could be see between one moment and the next. But they would be right about the ‘hunted’ part.

The commotion of the moving soldiers is just perfect for horse stealing. Tallgrass and thick forest cover us slightly, along with flushed sunshine. Still, it's cool here outside. The sound of a large army marching in the background can be heard. Not only that, however, birds chirping as well. Nonetheless, the sun's close to setting.

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!"

After some dots, we were already at the border of the Furez and Indi lands, having done climbing up and down a couple of hills and crossing a waterfall and another couple of hills. I halted my men first. I signaled Kalith to look around. He did as ordered. After a couple of dots, he was back. He was almost as quick as lightning. “It’s clear,” he whispered. So I signaled again for the troop to continue forward, but with their weapons ready. The scene, the surrounding, was different from the forest of the Indic land. This was a meadow but was filled with tall sharp grasses that were as tall as us and where we crouched to hide our movements. It was quite a challenge to not get sliced by the sof

Not a place for any creature to make fun of, to walk as they please. Three men smaller than the man on the horse, struggling among the brown dying grass, even their 5'9 height lost under the tall grass. Their arms used shove aside those grass, their feet barely touched the ground because of the thickness of the grass. The last time the targeted man was running here. It's impossible for him to walk pass this place. It deadly across the field, it's more deadly in that forest. However, not even a sound were heard from the forest, they could assume that the guy still within the field.