Where The Wild Things Are Novels & Stories

So, take my hand now when I take yours, We are both heading to the same place. The voices were loud and I had come a long way But to whom do I tell my stories at the end of the day? There seemed to have been someone, waiting… Ah, I'm proud of me and this world I'm creating. -YC We struggle in our own unspoken ways. We scream, we dance. Our hard work pays. We'll be fine. Oh. We'll be fine. We have this treasure chest full of our time. -CJ I slow my feet to a pause and breathe.

he looked at me as though I was dumb, “Fuck you mean it is who I truly am?” I could feel the tips of my ears redden in embarrassment, “We should probably turn on the generator now.” “Yes, yes, we should.” He muttered and lifted himself off the floor. His head whipped around till his eyes snagged on a can of gas, hidden beside the motorcycle leaning on the wall. Whistling he said, “That is some sexy wheels.” Soon the generator spurred alive with a lounge grating noise, using the light from Manny’s cellphone, I found a change-over switch and everywhere became illuminated.

Her eyes, once a soft shade of blue, now bore the fiery intensity of an untamed beast. Together, they stood beneath the ancient oak tree, their wolves basking in the moonlight, painting streaks of silver through the darkness. With a shared understanding, they leaped forward, their paws thudding rhythmically against the forest floor. The wind whipped through their fur, caressing their untethered spirits, as they became one with the forest, with the night, with the wild.

The weather outside turned wild again as the evening came, but the moans and groans of pleasure from the two delighted souls in the bed were blending with the swishing sound of the wind and a slight thunder from nature. The sounds of their bodies slapping at each other could have been heard from afar had it not been for the weather.

Jake immediately looked up at Kate's face Instead. Hi good evening. Good evening too Kate replied. What are you doing here? Kate asked again the same question. I just passed to see how you are. I'm ok Jake. Ok, are we speaking here by the door? Won't you even invite me in? Jake replied with a smile on his face. Kate was embarrassed so she invited him inside. As they entered the living room. Kate smelled Jake’s perfume. His perfume smell’s so nice, so masculine but mild and irresistible.

I told Jamie this is the first time I've been really excited about it since I found out the book even existed. Me, too. Meanwhile, let's stretch our legs. He gave what Lia might have described as a wolf laugh, and they were off. The night was pleasant, on the right side of cool, and there was even a soft breeze as they raced through the trees. Lia heard the nightbirds calling to each other, the rustle of the bushes and leaves as deer moved about from place to place. She was sure squirrels and jackrabbits and other critters inhabited the area, too. It reminded her so much of the place she ran at home, only there she'd had to drive fifteen miles to get to it.

With purpose, I moved deeper into the clearing, the soft crunch of leaves beneath my feet echoing in the stillness around me. I pressed on until I was certain I had put more than two miles between us. The air grew fresher, filled with the earthy scent of moss and wildflowers, invigorating my spirit. It was time to push my boundaries and challenge myself further.

I looked at that young girl, fresh to the world, and after a pause, I told her, "A man only realizes what he's lost when it's gone. He knew what I liked and did nothing. Now, it's too late. I won't settle for love that's overdue or a man that's less than I deserve, and neither should you." Frank was still there, waiting at the foot of the building, as if he believed that his sheer persistence would eventually win me over. I could not avoid him forever. I descended the stairs and beckoned Frank to join me at the nearby café. "Go back home, Frank. Stop wasting your time. It's pointless." He did not utter a word, just slid the lunch box he had brought closer to me, his eyes pleading. I ignored

“Why are you saying so?” “Thousands of thousands of times he asked me to teach him how to ride a horse, I told him he was too young and that could be dangerous… I wasn’t at home when everything happened. I should’ve told my mother, Thomas and everyone that he wasn’t allowed to ride a horse yet, but I thought it was too obvious. Amelia, my son, he wanted to ride a horse and he chose the wildest one. I’m going to kill that damn horse. I swear to God that I’m going to kill anyone who dared to disobey a rule I thought was printed in everyone’s mind.”

This newfound ability imbued the villagers with a sense of security, a tangible defense against the unseen threat. One crisp evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon painting the sky in vibrant hues, a figure emerged from the forest.It was Elara, the village elder, her weathered face etched with an unsettling urgency. "There have been strange occurrences in the Wildwood," she announced, her voice hoarse. "Animals fleeing their territories, an unnatural silence hanging thick in the air." A collective shiver ran through them. The silence in the library, the chilling darkness, was still vivid in their minds. This was not a coincidence.