Springtime Stories Novels & Stories

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

I was sick of arguing with them. Belinay grabbed me by the arm and snatched the urn from me in an instant. A warning bell went off in my head. I held out my hand and shouted, “Give it back to me! Give me back the ashes!” Belinay pushed me away. Her eyes were filled with disappointment. When she bent down to open the jar, she discovered the seal was completely unbreakable. Hubert’s friend snorted coldly. “If you can’t open it, then smash it! Let’s see what’s inside!”

Sutburg was filled with flowers in spring, petals flying toward us in the wind, pink, white, and many other colors. Some flowers landed on my shoulder, and I thought to myself that I had made it through winter. And finally, my spring was here.

** Dreams in Bloom** The frost of winter began to ease as early spring tiptoed into Port Haven. The sun lingered a little longer in the sky each day, teasing the frozen ground awake. The garden, once a still canvas of snow, now showed signs of life. Tiny green shoots began to push through the earth, and the greenhouse buzzed with quiet activity as Lillian and Nicholas spent their days preparing for the season ahead.