March Novels & Stories

“University Games start in February, so you have three months to build your story. Attend his training sessions, try to interview him and come up with the best article ever.” I smiled nervously at him “Yes sir I will” “This is the article of the year, and I am entrusting it to you. Don’t make me regret it” “I promise to do my best sir; it will be the best best ever.” He smiled, which he rarely did. It was like we were having a moment, so I decided to try my luck “sir, about the Salary raise I have been asking you about…” He cut me before I could continue. “do this article well and we will see about that”

Five months later, Calleigh was standing alone by her mother’s grave. It was only the first week of March, but already the first blush of early spring had could be seen. The weeping willows were green and gold beside the lake, splashing the season’s first color over the graveyard of the old gray church.

everyone she comes across asks her the same question at their first encounter. “I was born in December.” She laughs hysterically. She jiggles Melanie’s purse in the air. Melanie stares at her in surprise. “Then why were you named ‘March’ when you were born in December?” Melanie couldn't help but ask. “Well,” March coughed slightly, not minding that she is chit-chatting with the Director. “My father was a military man.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Was?” Melanie asks and March nods her head slowly.

She wasn't going to let go of this memory and she would preserve it with all she had in order to get back at them when the time was right. "Let's go." She said, holding her son's hands as they walked into the night with the drops of rain splashing on the ground. Their clothes dripped with water and the cool of the night gripped their skins. The world wasn't fair to them at all but Maria knew they had to survive no matter what. Twenty-one years later, Manuel Cruz organized a party for the celebration of his birthday. His wife, Maria Cruz was part of the people who helped in organizing the whole event. She was very satisfied to see her husband celebrating his sixtieth birthday.

Me three. ***

3rd person’s POV The moon was red that night. The kind of red that stained the pines, the stones, even the eyes of wolves who dared to look too long. Kaelor stood first in the clearing. Tall, scarred across the jaw, his silver cloak brushing the earth as he waited. He was always the first. Always patient. Always steady. His men said he carried the weight of three packs on his shoulders, but in truth he carried something heavier the ghost of a woman’s scent, still fresh in his mind after so many years.

Want me to come with and show you? Lexi chews her lip, then smiles. 'Yeah. Lets go walkies! I need some fresh air.' We grab hats and coats and pull on some sneakers. March is still cold in our part of the country, with frequent rain and sometimes even snow. So we bundle up warmly before heading out. It's mostly overcast, and there's a breeze, but the sun breaks through sometimes and it's a lovely day, my favourite kind of day.