In The Tall Grass Novels & Stories

Her wet clothes clung to her shivering skin as she hurried through the tall grass. The shadows of the trees were growing long and the sky was edged in pink along the horizon. She’d left the water as quickly as she’d dared, but it had likely taken her too long. Certainly, it would be too late for Gair. Her eyes burned despite the chill of her body.

The priest continued to mumble his prayers as he received the fellatio, his eyes closed tightly as if in denial of the act taking place below his waist. The horizon brightened, taking Thaelen’s eyes from the strangeness of the sexual act taking place, and he grinned, watching as it spread. The grass fire moved swiftly. The native grass was oil based and burned well and long, billowing black smoke into the air, but the well irrigated fields of crops did not burn as well, and had been trampled beneath the feet of the army to provide a layer between the moist soil and their bedding. The tents at the edge went up as the flames reached them, but it was the last leap of the flames before they smou

Just trees. And dark. Go he whispered. We ran. Behind us the front door crashed. Wood splintering. Boots on the floor. Voices. They’re in he said. Faster. We cut through the backyard. Jumped the fence. Landed hard in wet grass. My ankle twisted. Nico caught me before I fell. Can you run I asked. Yes he said. Can you. I nodded. Even though it hurt. We ran through trees. No path. No light.

“Yeah… but I don’t think we’re supposed to.” The longer I stared, the harder it was to breathe. The grass rippled like waves, but the motion was too precise, too synchronized, as if the entire field was exhaling in rhythm. Animals like sheep, cows, horses, goats, and deer grazed in the distance.. I swallowed hard. “Carter… Do you see this?”

The late July sun hung low over the rolling fields of Willow Creek Farm, turning the tall grass gold and the air thick with the scent of cut hay, warm earth, and horse sweat. The day’s lessons were done; most of the boarders had already loaded their trailers and left. Only one horse remained in the outdoor arena—a big bay warmblood named Titan, still damp from his cooldown bath, ears flicking lazily as flies danced around him.

A teleporting spell flashed, and human figures appeared. Talia and Drake were on the top of a bare hill that provided a good view of their surroundings. The first thing they noticed was the lack of trees. Low bushes speckled the pale red ground where dust swirled with the dry wind. Hills of irregularly shaped rocks could be seen here and there, some as tall as two-story buildings. The greenery of bushes contrasted with the red color of ground and rocks, and it all looked odd against the blue sky.

I'd still get abused though, just not to a certain extent. As we got to the muddy area of the compound, I bent down and began to cut the grass. Tall, elephant grasses and a few shorter ones which were as stubborn as anything I could think of. I had to strike some of them about three to four times before I could level them. I swung my arms as much as I could, in a bid to finish up as quickly as I could.

With such high-level movement concealment techniques, ordinary semi-Empyrean beings would not even notice. "I'll bring you good news." With a flash, Grasshopper disappeared from the spot as if he had never been there.

Kate listened with wide-eyed wonder. “And then Mathias and I were flying through a hole in the fence of the basement and, standing outside, I saw talahib grass stretching upwards like skyscrapers. An army of ants were marching past in single file, but they were black, not red, so I relaxed a little. Still, they were easily the size of bulldogs. “I felt a little vertigo. When that passed, I realized that Mathias and I were holding hands. I quickly let go and backed away. I barely knew him, and girls in those days, most especially girls in the countryside, were very conservative.