Springtime Youth Novels & Stories

Nobody is going to come to me. Talking about me, my name is Theodore Reigns. I'm 16, about to enter Junior year in two months when the school reopens after summer break. But to be honest, right now I think it's highly unlikely cause I'm here attending this three day Art camp for next year's senior students, that too in disguise as Elena Griffin, Eastwood's best artist, and so if I get caught, I guess I won't have to go to school again.

This will be Spring II. They will return to the forest and act as though nothing happened. But unbeknownst to them, the forset has changed. But they cannot foresee the doom upon them, so they continue to play. I will use Spring III. Then, the next duo, Georgia and Daniel will take over and act like monsters in the night. I made sure that their moves are very big and intrusive. But they still have a sense of elegance. The kids dressed as the trees and shrubs of the forset will cower in fear from their presence alone. This will be Summer I, II, and III.

“It’s still five days away. It’s only going to get worse for the both of you. I know Bucho has been looking into to see if there is a way we can stop you from being in too much pain but he hasn’t found anything yet.” I smiled sadly. Part of the reason why I had asked Bucho to reach out to Desmond was the pain that I was feeling. The Spring Celebration was more of a mating festival than anything. A couple of the warriors called it the ‘love fest’. It happened every year. The magic ran wild and wove through the area and the wolves themselves. The wolves here would find their mates during this week and it would be as though a heat took over the entire village.

He just spat in his hearts and left. What are five springs for a guy who is only seventeen? Black abyss. The head doomed the guard to become a convoy warrior - to travel from village to village, from village to village, from city to city, to drive trade trains from day to day, not really settling anywhere, every time seeing new faces. Either it will bend, or it will settle down and mature.

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.]

“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?”

Rosette says with almost a sad smile. I know I’m going to miss her dearly. I’ll be able to visit after I turn 18. New recruits have rigorous training and schooling schedules. I won’t have any time to visit between training and classes. I take a bite of my food and I’m immediately in heaven. I’m sure going to miss her cooking. Just as I’m about to tell her, Julien, my instructor, walks in the back door. “Good morning, Miss Rose.” He greets as he walks over and gives her a hug before sitting at the table.