Over The Garden Wall Unknown Novels & Stories

Felt the brick bite into my palms beneath the greenery. Another second ticked by and I heard a door open in the distance. Voices drifted closer. None were Nerezza's but one sounded like a small bell being rung. I gripped the top of the wall again, clutching at the ivy, and pulled myself over. There was a guard to my right. Far enough into the garden with his back turned that he didn't notice my ascent. My descent, however, might be a different story. Sliding onto my stomach, I perched my foot against the brick again. There wasn't any ivy here. A hazard for when someone broke in. The green leaves could conceal them. A nice tactic to have but left me exposed for a minute.

But solid. I breathe in the garden air and let it fill my lungs all the way. Something shifts at the edge of my senses. Not danger. Not yet. Just a presence that is watching silently and patiently. I don’t turn. Somewhere beyond the garden walls, unseen eyes linger in the shadows. And strangely enough it feels like… Roxie.

she replied, uneasiness evident in her voice. As they ventured further into the corridors, they encountered many doors, each decorated with beautiful paintings and symbols of unknown history. Fearfully, they reached the nearest one and pushed it open, revealing a garden in the soft moonlight. As they entered the garden, they beheld a sight unlike any they had ever seen. Strange, otherworldly flowers turned silver and blood red, casting an eerie glow over the landscape.

Every tiny step was growing her a new enemy without any sense for her to feel it. Pacing away, the little rose arrived near the walls of the garden she said, putting her soft hand on the rough wall, "I will use this wall and return" While walking she saw a herb of the iris. She stopped near it and said happily "I shall pick some flowers for Mommy" She began to pluck. Just on the opposite side of the wall, three distance away, four men were standing near a car. One man said, "So the man of the richest family is not yet, ready to give back the money".

“There’s no reason to explore beyond anymore.” I disagreed, but Colby of course saw things differently. He was a Lycan, and had Meymey; he belonged here. Before I could give voice to my discontent, I saw a smooth movement from the corner of my vision. Behind Colby’s shoulder, the far outer wall– something had been tossed over into the garden! “Iris?” Colby asked, mildly alarmed as he watched me flounder across the branches to move closer. “I– um, I think I see a rare bird,” I lied, leaning bodily over to gain vantage of the ground near the wall.

They took me to the east garden. I didn’t know it was the east garden until I was standing in it. A walled space off the side of the main grounds. Stone walls covered in climbing something that was bare and skeletal in April. A bench in the corner. A small fountain that wasn’t running. Three raised beds that had been turned over for winter. I stopped in the middle of it. My chest did something complicated. I had been here. I knew it without remembering it. The knowing was physical, in my feet on the path and my hands that wanted to touch the stone wall and the particular way the light came over the east wall in the morning that I somehow already knew before it happened.

There was a spot near the back wall where the fence looked climbable — if I could just get over it, I could disappear into the night. I crept through the garden, staying low, avoiding the security lights. When I reached the tall stone wall, I realized it was higher than I thought. I was tiny for twenty — short and petite. I found an old wooden crate nearby and dragged it over, then stacked another small box on top. It was still a stretch. I was balancing on my toes, fingers gripping the top of the wall, when a deep, calm voice spoke right behind me. “I can see you’re trying to run away, Miss Scarlett.”

I blocked the number immediately. The silence that followed wasn't enough to stop my horrible shaking. The past had crept up on me, and the future looked bleak. I stood there for a few seconds rethinking and regretting many of my life's decisions. I needed a drink, and a walk. But I'd take the latter. Pocketing my phone, I took a slow path deeper into the garden. It was bigger than how it looked from a distance. The hedges were sculpted like something out of a European estate, and the roses here had a deep rich shade of red. It almost looked like it had been fertilised with blood. I imagined that the mafia don and son duo were responsible for providing the ‘fertilisers’ with their unlawful a

“The garden. You’re allowed outside, but stay within the walls.” She opened the doors, and fresh air hit my face. The garden was enormous. Perfectly trimmed hedges. Fountains. Flower beds bursting with color. Stone pathways winding through it all. And at the far end, a high stone wall. “How high is it?” I asked. Rosa looked at me. “High enough.” “Can I go out there now?” “Yes. But don’t be late for dinner. Seven o’clock.” She left me standing there. I stepped outside slowly, the sun warm against my skin. It felt like freedom, even though I knew it wasn’t.

Chapter Sixteen: The Quiet Betrayal (Prolonged) The garden was unusually still. Moonlight poured in long silver strokes across the stone pathway, cutting sharp lines between light and shadow. The air was scented with lavender and clipped roses, but beneath that sweetness, something darker lingered unspoken truths, buried intentions. George stood just beyond the hedges, cloaked in shadows, and for the first time in a very long while, he didn’t know what to do.