Jar Of Dirt Novels & Stories

He had messed with the wrong person. Jade huffed victoriously and reached into her bag. She pulled out a sticker which she stuck to his head and then her phone. She removed the tracker on his sleeve and took a picture of his ID card and then of him. Sending the first picture to a contact saved as Lewis on her phone, she instructed that he dug up every dirt on him and sent it to her in less than thirty minutes.

But wait, yuck! I coughed for a bit as soon as the closet opened! I fastly get the broom and wiped every dust on it. "Woah!" I exclaim as soon as I saw the golden Jar on it! "Let me see what's inside there—" "Sava!" "Woh!" I suddenly shouted when Lea called my name! She just startled me! Damn! Wait, the Jar! "What have you done?!" Lea suddenly went on my direction and tried to help me cleaning the broken Jar. What's this dust inside it?

Yet the color left no stains beneath it. It was the weirdest thing I'd ever seen. I bent down and went to poke it. "If you do that, it'll latch back onto your face and I won't take it off again." My finger paused mid-descent. I pulled back with a grimace watching as he carefully placed a jar in front of it. It wiggled itself into the jar, like a worm, before curling up like a cat inside the clear glass. Disgusting. I made a point to look away.

It was black earth! If the contents of the crate were sand, Flora would have thought that there was something buried underneath and the sand was used to protect it. What she saw, however, was no different from the soil in her vegetable garden in Cardena. She took a fistful of the earth and found it to be moist and sticky to her palm. She immediately shook the earth off her hand.

A second later, another crate, this one filled with discarded catering waste and heavy glass bottles crashed down on top of me. Pain flared white-hot in my shoulder as a jagged piece of wood sliced through my shirt and into my skin. I tried to scramble upward, my hands sinking into a slick, nauseating slurry of overripe fruit, discarded hors d'oeuvres, and the cold, wet remains of the lilies Alaric had deemed unworthy. I was buried. I was at the bottom of a steel mountain, the "M" heights' most expensive refuse. "God," I choked out, the word muffled by a mouthful of dust and decay.

They found the loose stone exactly where the healer had described, and when Gianna pressed against it, the panel swung open just as promised, revealing a small hidden compartment carved into the wall. Inside sat the jar. Dark glass, sealed with wax, the symbol of an eye etched carefully into its surface, exactly as Iris had described it so many days ago. Relief crashed over Gianna so powerfully that her knees nearly buckled, tears springing to her eyes as she lifted the jar carefully from its hiding place, cradling it against her chest as though it were the most precious thing in the entire world. “We have it,” she whispered, disbelief coloring her voice. “Elmund, we finally have it.”

I gave Travis one and we put them on together. He was facing the big tree while breathing deeply. I looked at there as well and only then did I realize that the big tree trunk had a hole in the middle. Inside it was a stone jar. I asked him, "What should I know?" If I look closely at that jar, I can tell that it looks like ash in it and it looks like he is keeping it. I am afraid to know, who is that ash. The first thing that came to my mind was Art, but it also seemed vague because, even he, he didn't know where Art's body was or who hid it.

“Say, don’t you find it odd the shelves themselves are covered in dust, but the jars have none? How long ago do you think these were left here?” I shrugged. What did it matter, anyway? We had enough problems as it was. Worrying about some ancient, hidden storage room did nothing to further our cause. With a huff, I came to a stop as I realized Azrael wasn’t following. He lifted one of the jars from the shelves and tapped the lid. “What do you think’s in here? Jam? Honey?” Before I could tell him we had need for neither, he twisted the lid off. A burst off bright, scalding light flickered from within, startling us both. Az scrambled, slapping the lid atop the jar and extinguishing the light.

I repositioned, got a better grip, yanked… "Come on,” I muttered, tugging at it with both hands now, crouched awkwardly on the floor. The zipper moved approximately two millimetres and then stuck again. Completely jammed. "Are you kidding me right now…" Just then, the door opened… and I froze. Darius stood in the doorway, one hand on the frame, and took in the full picture of me crouched on the floor, both hands death-gripping a duffle bag zipper.

Westin put his hands up in the air, “Sorry. Didn’t mean it.” “That is strike one.” Aurora warned him and then turned back to Damien, “What is wrong with this dirt?” Damien didn’t seem to be affected by Westin’s sarcasm. He raised his hand a bit higher so the others could take a clearer look and explained, “This dirt is not from this area. Take a look at your surroundings. The forest only has moist black soil, and a fine textured loam. Yet the stuff that I have in my hand is different. It is sandier and rougher and if you look closely, it has a scarlet color to it.”