Jar Of Dirt Novels & Stories

He places his hand over the top of the amulet and closes his eyes, “Johnny can you please pass me that large ceramic pot by the fire place please.” Jareth asks with his eyes still closed. Johnny walks over picks up this huge flower pot shaped pot with a lid. Its terracotta like what you would find in your garden, it’s funny but it is so out of place that I can’t believe I didn’t notice it before, I notice Johnny’s biceps flex it must be heavy I wonder what’s in it. Jareth gestures to place it on the floor between his legs-still with his eyes closed. When he opens his eyes he removes the lid off the pot and I see it is full of soil.

It was perfect for a diversion. Susanna grabbed a jar out of her bag and opened the lid quickly. She cringed at the smell that wafted out of the jar. She was definitely bordering on desperate, but then all three of them were. She flung the jar with as much force as she could and the yellow liquid sprayed down the path. The zig-zag pattern of the path helped. The liquid hit rocks all the way down to the river and sprayed across bushes, trees and the trail. Susanna quickly twisted the lid back on the jar and tossed it as hard as she could. She didn’t need to carry it further, it would only weigh her down. She was grateful she had bought jars that were carved from wood.

Her son caught her by her arms and she sighed as the priest stepped back and the workers had been working through the room of the jar. Justin swallowed as they saw that the jar had been placed inside and was going to be sealed with its small tombstone. They saw the names on it and Jane couldn't help but cry. He knew that he wanted to be with his grandfather, but it was there, still moving on from what happened, and they wanted to know what will happen through the past days. He cried in his place as he looked at the tombstone.

He shook Jack's hand before letting go. "Jack. Since we already alerted them, I think this might be a nice spot to make a little distraction." Jack pulled a jar out of his jacket and walked to the dead Alpha. His legs lay at odd angles and a pool of blood spread out from the head wound. Jack held the jar in front of him and studied it. The lid of the jar was thick and heavy with small little circuit boards covering it. He pressed the button on the lid and it started to hum. He set it gently between the torso and arm of the dead hybrid, hiding it as best he could without covering the top.

Slowly, I walk inside, assessing my surroundings. It was a small room, the walls made of the very same bricks that covered the pathway. There were crates and boxes full of torn shirts and the whole place smelled like sweat and dirt and grime. Covering my nose, I walk towards one of the crates, it was full of dusty old clothes. I lean my head backwards, sighing. Just when I thought I would be clean for a long time; it seems like I would be full of dirt yet again. Digging my hand towards the messy pile, I pick something that didn’t have scratchy fabric. Shaking the piece of cloth wasn’t an entirely good idea. The dust spread through the air and I find myself sneezing softly.

I do not even have enough silver to buy more cotton pads for today. I slam my fist hard against the old wooden cabinet. I hit it with so much strength that the small clay jar on top wobbles and crashes down to the floor, breaking into a million pieces. The landlord told me that a special jar would keep the damp basement air smelling clean. Great. Now it is broken. I know that means Hunter is going to make me pay fifty coins to replace it. I bend down on my knees to pick up the broken clay pieces, but then I stop. My eyes narrow when I see a strange, shiny silver wire sticking out from the middle of the broken clay.

Their faces were covered with a layer of dust and sot whilst their nails were long, some were broken and concealed in the dirt. One tall, old woman with a pair of taupe eyes blocked my path holding plastics filled with rotten tomatoes. Her curly hair was covered in oil and dirt, hiding its white hair colour. Her greasy hands grabbed my hand and squeezed her fingers around my arm. "Use it! Use it! Use!" She screamed and I fell to the ground. ••• PERIL!

Scooping up an oversize jacket that was lying around. I’m watching as Jayne speaks a few words and waves her hands in a circular motion. Then she lifts what looks like a tarp off the ground. She then kneels on the ground and lifts some wooden floorboards. Josie goes to her aid as she tries to drag something out of the ground. I watch as the pair together drag out a wooden trunk from a secret compartment in the ground.