Over The Garden Wall Unknown Novels & Stories

“Why can’t I do both?” “Oh, just stop it. I’ll help you get her back after this is over. Right now, you have to find out what’s behind this wall. Can’t you use your gardening skills to help me get a signal?” It took me a moment to realise ‘gardening’ was a reference to the vines I could manipulate. If I could get her ability to poke through the barrier, she might be able to hear what was going on that side of the wall. “Actually, that might work.”

Even though they had never came back to the village untill now they still hired professional gardners to look after this place. The groove was secured by a retaining wall and entry gate was locked. An Zihao was annoyed, maybe the Gardner was not here yet. He owned this place and yet he was unable to move in freely, but he was determined to taste the mangoes at any cost so he swiftly climbed over the walls and jumped in. The wall was of medium height but still it cost him heavy energy to jump over it. But when he went in he found someone trespassing in.

Emilia didn’t mean to find the garden. She had only meant to escape the silence of the house, just for a moment. Her duties were done, and Rosa hadn’t given her more work, which was rare. So she wandered, quietly, always quietly, until she found the glass door at the end of the west corridor. It creaked when she pushed it open. The garden was surrounded by high walls. The air smelled faintly of rain and dust. The flowers were overgrown, untamed, and some were long dead.

I asked, pinching my finger against my nose. Killian remained unshaken as he stood up from the mat and moved cautiously towards the place. I got up and trailed after him at a safe distance, my neck strained out to catch a glimpse of whatever was there. We stopped in front of a crack in a wall at the far end of the garden. The crack was wide enough to fit in a creature of our size. I wondered what was in that crack and why it was there. Killian walked closer to the crack and I followed, filled with curiosity and pushed by whatever force that had been around me since I entered the garden.

Fallon The humid weight of mid-summer beats down on my brow as I move through the garden, frowning at the twenty-foot wall shielding my view of the city of Moonrise–and the public's view of me. I crouch to pull a few weeds from the base of the hedgerow and dust my fingertips on the apron I stole off a hook in the servants’ hall just off the garden, twisting the rough fabric between my fingertips. I rise and move on to the thickets of mustard greens, ignoring the tomatoes because their leaves make my fingers green and itchy, and all the while, a tall, aggravating, annoying, pointless shadow follows my progress.

"Not all are here voluntarily. The magic is quite old, you see. It has rules from a different time." "Are you here voluntarily?" He is silent for so long I think he will not answer. Then he turns again toward the forest. "I need to show you this," he says. We walk through the neat rows of the forest in silence. The moss on the ground absorbs the noise of our footfalls. There are no bird sounds, I realise. The only sound is of our breath as we walk. So at least I know we are alive. We come to a door in a wall. Darius opens it and we enter another garden. And it's suddenly night. The garden is rich with the smells of roots and tubers. Vines climb trellises, their fruit hanging heavy from the f

“Pedro! Wake up lazy head, you’re going to be late for school!” Eulla, Pedro’s mom, yielded outside of Pedro’s room. She couldn’t come inside to pinch his lazy son out of his bed, and that is because his son Pedro locked the door knowing that his parents are a bunch of crazy trolls. However, that did not stop his mom from slamming and shouting outside his room making Pedro groan in annoyance. ‘If I do not only love this woman, I probably yielded out.’ He thought while standing up lazily, approaching the doorway so he could open it for his mom.

If anything went wrong, at least someone knew where I was. I stepped out of the car, my boots crunching against the gravel path. The night air was cold, wrapping around me like an omen. The garden which looked more like a mini forest was quiet—too quiet. There were overgrown hedges, and the old stone bench at the center looked untouched for years. Something felt… wrong. I took a hesitant step forward. “Kane?” I called softly. Silence. A slow clap echoed through the garden, followed by a voice that sent ice through my veins.

But as the café lights dimmed and the garden settled into its usual nighttime calm, none of them noticed the figure standing just beyond the gate, watching silently. The morning arrived, casting a golden hue over the garden, its usual serenity disrupted by the tension in the air. Nicholas, Lillian, and Clara gathered near the garden’s center, armed with tools and a shared determination. The faint scent of blooming flowers mingled with the anticipation of unearthing secrets buried for decades. “We’ll divide the garden into sections,” Nicholas suggested, holding up a map they’d hastily sketched the night before. “If the Heart of the Garden is here, it has to be in a significant spot.”

But the side gardens… Deliveries come through there. Less ceremony. Fewer eyes. My pulse steadies. One way or another, I’m getting inside. The stone wall bordering the side gardens isn’t impossibly high. Just high enough to discourage. Just high enough to warn. I crouch behind a trimmed hedge and watch the nearest guard make his slow circuit past the rose trellises. His boots crunch softly against gravel. He doesn’t look bored. He looks certain. Certain that no one would dare. My breath slows. When he turns the corner, I move.