The Grass Looks Greener On The Other Side Novels & Stories

The grass felt soft under my feet, but only where I walked. It was the strangest thing I had ever seen. As I moved across the hill, the world literally bloomed into existence beneath my toes. A patch of green clover here, a tiny yellow wildflower there. But if I looked back, the path I had taken was already starting to fade into a gray pencil sketch. And if I looked too far ahead, there was only the vast, terrifying white of the unwritten page.

"Do you need us to call Ashton here, sweetie?" "Um no." I said, wiping a tear. "We- we broke up." The room became quiet. "Caleb," dad said. "Bring the shovel. We've got... some business to do." Caleb nodded. "Yeah, we do." And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how I gained a hatred for forest green eyes. But hey, I read somewhere that only 2% of the world's population had green eyes, so there might be a very little chance that I see another one again.

He couldn't see that because he was blinded by the negativity and refused to look at the positive side even in the most difficult situation of his life. There I was again in the grassland, the place where whatever problems I had, nature would absorb them. The breeze would chill me through the bones and would help me forget my problems. Lying on the evergreen grass that seemed to creep and tickle my face. I might fall in love.

] Her arms dropped, and she whispered to herself: "In this lifetime, we owe each other nothing. In the next, let's not meet again....” "No meeting in the next life..."

Indescribable, breathtaking colors break through the white light, revealing a vibrant green meadow, heavily flowered in purples, pinks and yellows. Their sweet fragrance permeating the air as they sway in unison with the light, warm breeze. I'm barely aware of the 'ooh's and awe's' coming from my family, completely mesmerized by this new, incredible world before me. My eyes dart in every direction, hardly knowing where to go to next as I take everything in, fascinated by even the smallest blade of greener than green grass.

Shaylee sighed, but didn't answer. The Gate sighed as it opened, first a crack, then creaking forward, yawning wide as it fell back toward me, forcing a quick retreat of a few feet. I squared myself as the green power dimmed, only a soft, sparkling rim remaining around the edge of the doorway. Beyond lay green grass, a narrow stone path leading into the distance and rolling hills. The sky seemed dark, no sun in view, no moon either, a kind of perpetual cloudiness dimming the world on the other side.

Thirteen hunches beside me, clenching her ribs as she sniffles. "Hey," I whisper to her. "Look at the grass." She shakes her head. "I don't care for grass." "You haven't seen grass like this." At the Unfortunate camp, the grass is a pale green and only exists in random patches of spiky blades. Out here, it's a vast wonderland of beautiful, soft greenery. "If you just look up a little, you'll see—"

"I didn't feel it." After that we drove in silence, I turned the radio on as we passed by the city lights. I was lost in the scenery, I suddenly felt I was inside a film or something. I matched the car speed to the tune of the song and it felt surreal. The city lights were not just lighting anymore, they suddenly felt like stars on land. The building's silhouettes suddenly became the dark night sky and the lights from their windows suddenly were twinkling.

She could only blink her eyes and stared into his green eyes. Now that she saw him this close, she finally realized the beauty of his eye color. It reminded her of the evergreen forest. Liam’s eyes were so rich in green, and she couldn’t stop looking into them. Anita’s eyes weren’t as green as his.

The trees that originally had wide leaves around them, those leaves have gradually become narrow and thin, and some small flowers of different colors have appeared in the grass. When I looked up at the sun, I found that I no longer needed to struggle to lift my neck. After so much time has passed, I think I should be a solid winner, even if my partner, in the field of speed, which I am good at, he can not surpass me now. The joy was like a sweet, clear flowing water spreading through my heart, and I even felt the urge to stop and look behind me. But before I could turn my impulse into reality, an abrupt voice almost rang out from my ears.