Toshiko Edens Garden Novels & Stories

Tatiana leaned down in front of Alison staring deep into her eyes unblinking for almost a minute of awkward silence. "Oh my god, you're so adooorable!" Tatiana leaped forward hugging Alison squeezing her as if she found an overly adorable puppy she couldn't resist. "We must keep her!" Tatiana beamed holding up Alison's face squishing their cheeks together. Everyone around the group began laughing. "Yes she's the newest addition to The Garden, Tatiana Devine meet Alison Bishop, Alison this is Tatiana." He then waived his hand towards Daphne. "And this is Daphne G-"

I felt like a crying willow myself, mirroring the somber mood of the garden. The garden was secluded, almost hidden. If you were unfamiliar with the maze of towering flowering shrubs and trees, you might never find it. Conor and I settled into a pair of elegant metal chairs positioned in front of a glass table. We remained in silence for a while, the only sound being the gentle trickle of a small waterfall cascading into a koi pond nearby. The beauty of the scene was lost on me as my thoughts churned like relentless waves crashing against the shore. Conor broke the silence, his deep voice cutting through the tranquility. "So, what’s the story, Edeline?" He looked somewhat out of place at the

After a few minutes of walking and almost emptied my cup of coffee, we arrived at our usual spot. The Garden of Eden is a large garden that was full of different kinds of flowers, this is just like a park because there are benches where you can sit and relax, they also trim the grasses here once a week so it's comfortable if you want to lie down. The whole area is clean because this place is exclusive to the residents of the subdivision and not many people come here often so when I want to be alone sometimes, I always go to this place. Nick and I sat on the grass while I put down the donuts and an empty cup of coffee on the grass.

I asked as we advanced further inside. "I just want to show you something in here," she replied. We walked a few distance and just when I was about giving up. "Here we are," she announced. My mouth fell open when I saw Hayden standing in the middle of a beautiful garden, with a small picnic basket and a cloth on the floor. And a lot of food finely display on the floor. He was all smiles, holding a bouquet of white lilies. "I delivered," Tessa said to him, winking at me.

Summer unfurled across the garden like a long, golden exhale. The oak tree stood in full, lush glory, its leaves a vibrant canopy over the ever-growing tapestry of ribbons. Nearly nineteen years of their family’s story fluttered there now — faded silks from Elena’s childhood beside brighter, newer strands from Leo’s science fairs and Mae’s art exhibitions. The garden had become more than sacred ground; it was a living archive, a witness, and a promise all at once.

Chelsea looks like she is trying hard not to panic as the flames shoot up over her head. I jump up and instantly get a dirty look from Elle. She is only allowing me to stay as long as I agree to take it easy while she is working with Chelsea. That being said, watching her create flames or try to cut stuff is not going to work for me so I stand up and walk out to the garden to wait instead. The garden is coming back to life after being abandoned for an extended time. As soon as the witches came back they began sending energy to the plants to help them thrive once again. Being in the garden helps calm me back down after watching Chelsea struggle with the elements.

I couldn’t argue with her opinions about the island; I rarely had a chance to talk with her like this, so I let her speak freely and nodded along, offering small gestures of agreement. She mentioned how she dreamed of keeping a garden in her room—roses, butterflies, the works. That detail stuck. She especially loved bonsai trees. I made a quiet promise: Once we got rescued, I’d give her one. Not just the plant but something with more meaning—a poem by Edith Tiempo.

"Have you gotten in contact with Gemi?" "Yes, last night." "Good, so you are more or less caught up." Ages said, papers shuffling could be heard around him as Eden walked to the balcony to be greeted by even more plants all over the walls and railings. Someone is a plant … father. "I am," Eden said, touching a tiny, round leaf as he stared below at the rows of houses in the quiet neighbourhood. The sun touching his skin, right on the tattoos running up his arm all the way to his back, warming him up instantly. "Why?"

"We are all the watcher's art." Tessa opened her sketchbook one last time and pressed a silver flower between the pages. "This is the last drawing I will ever make. Not because I am tired—because there is nothing left to draw. The garden is finished." She closed the book and placed it on the stone bench. --- Ember had stopped feeling the dead as separate. She sat on the stone bench, her hands on the silver flowers, and she felt the presence of everyone who had ever lived. Not as ghosts—as breath. The garden's breath carried them all, the way the wind carries the scent of flowers from a distant field.