Paranoid Garden Novels & Stories

However, the superior occasionally said, "Maybe, Ericka, you were working so hard these past weeks and months and always exhausted. I believe you need to leave this place and find a fresh atmosphere.” "I recall what you went through a year ago when you were tasked with cleaning the old ancestral house," she said. You explain that while cleaning the room of the deceased nuns in the underground cellar, you noticed a middle-aged male. The man appears to be a gardener wearing a native hat, well-fitting, faded grass green vintage pants folded below his knees and green long-sleeved cotton trousers for his upper garments.” Adding, To let you know, the only Gardner we have are Mr. Osterman and Mr. W

I watched Zara as she quietly wheeled herself away—silently, almost fearfully—until she vanished into the house, leaving only me, Finn and Becky. And the garden felt suddenly too small, too suffocating, too dangerous to breathe in. After a while, Becky left the garden too, leaving only Finn and me—well, Finn, and the version of myself that couldn’t stop shaking. He didn’t stop circling the garden, each lap faster, harsher, more chaotic than the last—like a storm tightening into something deadly. His breaths were ragged, his jaw clenched so tightly a vein throbbed along his neck.

With that tone, it was obvious who it was from without even needing to guess, but at least Pete's sudden gesture of sending flowers had pulled me out of the difficult decision I'd been grappling with moments before. However, Silas had just put me in an even bigger dilemma. He took the flowers and brought them up to his nose for a sniff. Then, the frown on his face finally relaxed. Now in a good mood, he asked me, "Do you know what gardenias symbolize?" I looked at him, confused. "No, I don't." He smiled and handed the flowers back to me. "I don't dare accept these." … I thought the evening would end peacefully, but when we stepped out of the restaurant, I found that the entrance had been com

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

After hearing Theodore’s explanation, Joseph remained silent for a while and said, “Okay fine.” The sky was covered with clouds by the time they reached the plum tree. There was a big plum tree in a big field surrounded by different types of flowers. Only that field, which had the plum tree, was full of greenery. Except for that field, all other trees were naked. But the plum tree was full of leaves and flowers. The flowers were maroon-colored. Admiring the tree, Joseph thought that the plum tree was the true highlight of his little trip to the demon realm. “Doesn't it look pretty? My father told me that these maroon flowers represent ambition, passion, and strength,” Theodore said. Joseph j

she just said and held Elina’s arm that’s holding hers and smiled. “Yes, this is paradise, Selene. My son really loves this place but let’s go, and I cooked dinner,” Elina said and pulled her, but then, before she walked, she looked again at the other side of the lake. She knew she saw something. In her mind going back to the main house, as they call it, she knows she saw an animal. But that animal was looking at her, and it was big. But then she thought that maybe she was hallucinating but then no.

At dawn, when only a few people are awake, Cohen, the gardener, once again strolled in the garden and heard voices on the vent. He could hear two people’s voices talking but could not hear them well enough to distinguish who they were until one of them left. "Hello?" Cohen asked in the vent. "Why is it you again?" Someone answered. "Whoa, you’re not using helium this time." Cohen was surprised. "Is that all right for you, the infamous serial killer?" It didn’t answer for a while but let out only one word, "Oops~"

a voice rasped from the shadows of the primary Scriptorium. ​Kael stepped into the light. He didn't look like the revolutionary leader who had helped us build the Great Treadmill. His eyes were bloodshot, and his skin was covered in a grey, ashen film the "Resonance-Burn" of someone who had spent too long trying to maintain a reality that was being un printed. ​"The Gardeners might have passed us by," Kael said, his gaze fixed on Damian with a venomous intensity. "But they didn't leave us empty handed. They left a 'Parasite Code' in the Earth's substrate. Your father... he’s become the host."

Serena's point of View It smelled of earth, of wet roses, of something untainted by the iron and smoke that seemed to hang inside Damien’s mansion. For a moment, when my bare feet touched the stones of the garden path, I almost believed I was outside of all of it the cells, the blood, the walls of paranoia tightening around me every day. Almost. The guards weren’t far. They never were. I’d learned the rhythm of their boots, the clipped echo of their voices as they passed each other like clock hands rotating on a face I could never escape.

He fell forward, coughing, as his shadow returned to its solid, jagged shape. "Kaima?" he wheezed. "I’m here, Rowan," I said, helping him up. "And we’re going to kill the Gardener." --- ### The Root of the Problem The Gardener screamed—a sound of high-pitched feedback that made the white marble tree groan. "You are a parasite! You are destroying the perfection! If you will not be pruned, you will be **Uprooted**!" The ground beneath us began to shake. The beautiful green valley began to tilt, the grass turning into sharp, silver needles. The white tree began to grow, its branches reaching out like giant hands to crush us.