Springtime Youth Novels & Stories

I swear, I could despoil a nunnery. "Spring?" Rachel looked my way. Sakuniyas was the feminine version of the spring season. It signaled rebirth, a fresh start and shedding of the dour cloak of winter, aka Death. Know your chicks, figure out their desires and pander to them. There was the minor complication that she wanted to consummate her relationship with my Grandfather, not me, but I liked a challenge. "Is that an acceptable compromise?" I asked, while already knowing the answer. "Finding you useful brings me no pleasure," Shammy/Sakuniyas grumbled.

Organised healing stations. Everyone had a role. Everyone had a purpose. Everyone contributed. The children were hidden deep in protected caves. Spring's grandchildren. River's descendants. Dozens of young beings who had never known war. Never experienced violence. Never faced death. They were terrified. Confused. Uncertain. Spring visited them on the second day. Held them. Comforted them. Explained as best she could.

“I’m not too confident of that.” “Okay. Let’s meet halfway. Tell me when you want to travel, and I’ll arrange the itinerary for us. Don’t worry, it’ll be a blast. We need to enjoy this time now since we’re young cause it’ll just get more serious as we grow older. Soon, you won’t have any time to enjoy life at all.” “Makes sense.” “C’mon, it’s Spring! Live in the moment. We won’t be teenagers forever. There are lots of festivals going around the area right now.”

That night, Adrian texted that he was swamped with work and would not make it back. For the next three days, he was like a ghost–no word from him at all. However, on Yvette's social media, Janice saw pictures of a beach at midnight, brilliant fireworks, and hands clasped tight under the old oak tree in a churchyard. The captions were all floating in a cloud of pink. [He said, "Romance is mine," and I am forever her.]

I might even talk her into it, but I'm sure she'll want us to go on Brigitte, Beebee. It's a motorcycle club event, you need to be on a bike " Shall we? " Rose caught my eye. I reached out to her, interlacing our fingers, taking her bag with her painting supplies before smiling, leading her down the hall. " Beebee wants to know our answer about March.” " On Spring Break? Aren't the guys organizing a camping trip to the Grand Canyon? You seemed excited for that " she frowned, " I know, it'll be our first spring break as a group and... I thought we could do both," I blurted out, "that's a big event in the motorcycle club too.”

“That’s the Ella I remember! This is an excellent idea, and I’m sure it will help your people immensely.” I smiled, looking at Alexander. He still looked a little shocked, as if he hadn’t expected me to know so much about the program, but nodded encouragingly. Something about the gesture made my chest warm. Just then, Sophia cleared her throat. “Well, I hate to cut this short, but the Spring Market Celebration is today,” she said, pushing her chair back and standing. “Alex and I usually go together—are you ready to go?” I’d almost forgotten that every year, Sophia and Alexander went to the Spring Market Celebration together—the annual celebration of the arrival of spring, held in the neutral

The room instantly fell silent. When Belinay came to her senses, her eyes were filled with disbelief. “Do you really have to make such a scene? Why can’t you just behave yourself?” As soon as she finished speaking, the others chimed in. “That’s right, Albert. It’s Hubert’s birthday today. Don’t steal the spotlight from the guest of honor.” “You’ve already had a child with her. You need to take responsibility. You can’t leave the baby without a complete family, can you?”

Spring said, “Winter, you are really ignorant. Dad and Mom are going to do some shameful deeds together, so several kids like us can’t disturb them from the sidelines.” Alex and Dorothy were stunned. They never expected Spring to know something like that at a young age. Winter was bewildered. “What is a shameful deed? I want to do some shameful deeds together too.” “Oh my! You can’t do it! You are still a kid!” Spring yanked Winter and explained in a crisp voice, “They are going to give birth to our younger siblings. No one can look at them from the sidelines, or else they won’t be born. Do you understand?”