The Mountain Is You Novels & Stories

the third voice said, a bit more gently, “she tops the charts too. She just needs to believe it. Girl’s got talent.” That was enough. Ava quietly slipped out, walked back to her desk, and tried to shake it off. But their voices followed her ringing in her ears, stubborn and clinging. She hated being shy. Hated how it made her blend in when all she wanted was to stand out. However, the third person's words gave her solace, settling in her chest like a tiny anchor. It didn't fix everything but knowing someone out there was rooting for her strengthen her resolve in winning the competition.

I felt so perplexed by what I beheld. "... I feel like I am seeing the entire world," I whispered as I gaze on the view, with my lips parted being astounded. "You can wander your feet in the area," he gently lowered his body so I could simply jump off from his back. A wide smile could not be erased from my face and I held tighter on his hand as if I was afraid to be left alone. "What do you call this mountain?" I asked him and followed him around. I heard him chuckle before he could even respond to my question. "It is the East Mount, the cropland is over there, yet I tend to bring you here so you could have a space for yourself to think calmer."

“That was before you ended up in a hole in the ground in the middle of a mountain with no one to hear your screams—except for me!” “I’m not screaming!”

His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open in awe. "What's wrong?" I asked, following his gaze. Luis pointed with a shaky hand, "Look, Dominik! There it is, the mountain!" I looked to where he was pointing, and there it was, in all its glory. The mountain was tall and majestic, its peak hidden in the clouds. Its sides were rocky and rugged, with cliffs jutting out in various places. It was a formidable sight, but it also gave me hope that we were getting closer to our goal.

As we get closer though, I have to shake my head because I swear the mountain is moving. A thunderous crack and groan reverberates in the wind, until the stone seems to unfold itself. Then the rocks slowly turn, crackling as they go, and a pair of large brown eyes made of mossy boulders with tree branches for eyelashes, blinks down at us. “Holy shit!” I cry out, just as the mountain starts to walk, nearly hitting us with its solid grey mass of a shoulder.

YOU ARE MY SUN You came when I was in the dark. You brought some spark. You light my way every single day. I was alone, but you came to care. I was in distress, but you heal my pain. You have my heart before I know. You made me smile out of the blue. I love you more than you ever know. - MADDOX I kiss Maddox on the lips right after reading the poem he made for me. It's the sweetest gift I've ever received. Maddox didn't expect the kiss; he was quite stunned.

“Were here,” Drake said as he parks his truck in front of the entrance of what looks like a dark scary forest at the foot of a mountain. “What’s the name of the mountain?” I asked Drake. The mountain looks so majestic and peaceful that you won’t stop admiring it. “Angel’s peak,” Drake answered, “They say that the mountain was so high that when you reached the peak you can hear angels singing.” “It’s so beautiful,” I said filled with awe. “Imagine living in a world without greed, hate, and pain,” a familiar voice said and I turned around to see Lana leaning against Drake’s truck. Once she got our attention she slowly walked toward us, “Are you ready?” her question was directed to me.

Live a little. The mountains have kept safe the soul of its land for time unmeasured, telling of it in words unspoken. Sweet blue-slate to silver-white dotted across the pair's vision, as the earthy mountains rose as great as rocky declarations of hope to the sky. The giant rock's crown was a satin white, and the pair etched closer and closer to it in search of the jewel. If earth had a pulse, it rose through the mountains. Erin felt the pulse, he felt the exhilaration, he felt alive, despite the half dead person walking beside him. Erin had never seen snow so white, or snow in general, and he was ecstatic.

The girl appeared, her presence ethereal and captivating. "Morekish," she whispered, her voice echoing through the mountain air. Morekish felt a surge of courage. "Who are you?" "I am a guardian of the ancient secrets, just like the mountain ash," she replied. "You are a part of a destiny that has been woven into the fabric of time." As the girl spoke, the mountain ash seemed to shimmer with a mystical light. Morekish's heart pounded with anticipation, and he knew that his life was about to take a turn into the realms of the unknown.

“Let's drive through the night. Your hair deserves to dance with the wind, not hang heavy like this.” Her lips part, hesitation flickering. But then she nods, small and fragile. “I assure you it is the fastest way to breathe in good air.” And so, they drive. The city falls away behind them. The road unfurls ahead, dark and endless, the headlights carving a pale tunnel through the night. The roof is open, and the wind rushes in, cool and liberating. It tangles through Adrianna’s hair, lifting it, tossing it back in waves. For the first time tonight, her lungs expand fully, filling with air that doesn’t burn.