Spring-green Wauconda Novels & Stories

"As we all know, the farming group depends on what we foragers gather around, your job is to bring back seeds, plants or anything that could help them keep the plants here alive. Your assignment today is to go out there and get me plants. Remember to keep an eye out for a good water spot that isn't contaminated. Those who come back with plants will graduate and become standard Foragers but those of you that come back empty handed would- well you will help the community in other ways." He pauses to stare at each and everyone of us and continues. "You all know your partners, you have till the end of the day to submit your plants. You may all go." We all rise and head to the big gates which sep

she turned wildly on the spot, frantically looking around “W-where Lena! Where!” Lena gently grasped her arms “Calm down Dawnie”, she said “the Green Man is a forest god which means he will be in some place like a park or a forest or….” she trailed off, her brown eyes drifting towards the orchard that they’d parked across from “Oh, that’s clever”, she breathed, staring at the name: Viridios. Dawn followed her gaze “They wouldn’t be so brazen”, she remarked.

"Plus, tonight is about us. Let's not let Delaney ruin it, okay?" Brayden nodded and grinned. "Well, hop in." He said. "I hope you're not afraid of heights." That made me smile a bit for some reason but I entered the basket anyway. "Alright," Brayden said as he joined me. "Let's wait for the whistle." I turned around and watched as Joshua accompany Delaney in a green and yellow hot air balloon. I shook my head. No, I should not get distracted. A few moments after, we heard the sound of a whistle.

wow…. “It seems like you are going for a wedding” one of the makeup artist couldn’t help but squeal in excitement, “I am a lady but I can’t keep my eyes off of you” Aura smiled as she twirled in front of the mirror, even though she couldn’t keep her own eyes off of herself. Her phone rang again and she immediately answered when she saw the caller ID. “Are you ready?” Malcolm’s deep husky voice filtered into her ears. “Yes I am” she beamed.

Greyson noticed this but thought I was being dramatic. Not long after, Greyson played a piano piece during an arts festival. I was held up by other things, so I gave the crochet flowers to Elise to pass on to him. After the performance, I finished my tasks and rushed backstage. Greyson's voice sounded. "Nicola is inferior to you in everything. Even her taste is worse than yours. These flowers are really ugly. As expected of an adopted child. You're right; an ugly duckling won't ever become a swan!"

"You've always been this way. Once you decide on something, you have to see it through. Don't work too hard. No matter what happens, you'll always be our daughter." - Sutburg. Ronan's family ran a guesthouse, and my new shop was right beside it. While we finished the last preparations, I kept polishing the display case that had traveled so far with us. Ronan held up his hand as though he was holding a microphone. "A quick interview with Nina, owner of Springtime. Your dessert shop's grand opening is tomorrow at nine. How do you feel?" I played along, pretended to straighten my collar, and answered sternly. "I'm honored and excited, and I'll make the best tiramisu in the world!"

"Trust me. You won't be missing Waindale High anytime soon. Sure, being secretary was fun, but here at least I can use a fork and not have it snap in my hand." "I'll catch you guys later. All this food is making me hungry, and I've been missing these pancakes," Imogen says before following the scent of maple syrup. Vivianne and I make our way to the gymnasium, but while in the middle of the hall, I come to a sudden stop. His scent, it's getting stronger. "He's close," I say. "He's getting closer." Vivianne links arms with me and turns us around. We hurry back down the hallway and through a pair of doors that lead outside. We walk down steps and follow a path toward the tennis courts.

Sienna Storming out of the white house and onto the large oval gravel drive, I march straight into the solid wall that was a man’s chest. “Ouff!” the wind was all but knocked out of me, as I visibly rebounded off of the man in question. “Apologies, Luna.” He dipped his head, and stepped to one side.