A Tree Grows In Brooklyn Audiobook Novels & Stories

How am I going to get out of here? Suddenly rain starts to fall. The flaming garden around me is filled with life by the water falling from the sky. I look to my left and notice a large oak tree with the biggest leaves I have ever seen. It looks exactly like the oak tree on our property. I feel a strange pull towards it almost like this tree knows who I am. Before I have a chance to get to the tree, I am awoken with a startle, my heart pounding. I am drenched in sweat.

The Brooklyn warehouse stood quiet under a late-winter sky gray, heavy with the promise of snow. Inside, the skylights had been dimmed; only a single track light remained on, casting a soft pool over the mural wall. The binary tree had grown over the years new branches added by each graduating cohort, roots now spreading across half the concrete, leaves curling with names, dates, small messages: We made it. Thank you. I’m not alone anymore. Aiden sat cross-legged on the central rug, back against a low table, a single Polaroid in his hands. It showed the very first group

Its green vines swayed from its limbs, responding to the direction of the wind. Moved by an unseen voice, I moved closer, the faint voice now calling me from the tree itself. When I got close enough to touch the trees, I noticed the green leaves were now a withering gray, as they fell to the ground. There was a deep blackness that started from the roots, creeping upwards through the tree.

I sweet talked him to also make me something for lunch to which he agreed. Nala had already left for the training so Brian was up in his room. I rubbed my stomach out of habit and sighed. I went outside to the back and looked at the tree. It hadn’t shown any signs of growth but as it wasn’t dead that was reassuring.George was taking good care of it and with time Jayden and I will be standing under it. Of course he will never know why it was planted in the first place. That would be my secret that I will carry to my grave.

She looks and smiles up at me. “The happiest ever, Mr Brannigan. This is fun choosing trees together. Last year I was in New York, and it wasn’t the same. The girls I shared the apartment with were more focused on going out and getting laid and I ended up choosing something small for the apartment. Besides it was so tiny we couldn’t have a big tree. This year is special.”

She stepped closer to the forest. "...your purpose has simply grown." Silence. The words settled among the branches. Like seeds searching for soil. The child laughed softly. "Trees understand growing." Harbor chuckled. "They simply need someone to remind them." For the first time... A tiny green shoot emerged from the bark of one of the ancient black trees. It was almost invisible. Yet every tree in the forest felt it. The ancient face stared in disbelief. "Impossible..." The newly named man smiled warmly. "No." He touched the rough bark with gentle fingers.

The bracket was redirected — she could see that even in the dark, even in the storm, the downspout angled away from the foundation the way he had described — so he had finished, he had done what he came to do, which meant he should have been inside already, which meant — Where is he. She turned. And then she heard it. Not over the storm. Under it. The kind of sound that bypassed the ears and went straight to the spine — a deep structural crack that she felt in the soles of her feet and the base of her skull simultaneously, the sound of something enormous making an irreversible decision. She turned toward the forest edge. She saw the oak move. Eighty feet of tree and the root ball had let go

The ocean didn’t just move—it screamed. When the World Tree crashed its first giant foot into the Atlantic, the water bolted. Waves shot out in all directions like animals escaping a fire. A fifty-foot wall of white foam battered the tree’s shimmering trunk. Up on the roof, June gripped a thick branch, her green-stained fingers digging so deep she thought the bark might bleed. The whole tree shuddered as it walked, and that vibration climbed right through her boots, through her spine, right into her skull.

The Phoenix Tree spoke calmly, "Haha, there’s no need to worry so much, young one. Just focus on fulfilling your purpose." As the tree finished speaking, a few leaves gently trembled and drifted into the void. Adrian’s eyes lit up at the sight, and he eagerly reached out to claim them all. But the Phoenix Tree’s voice returned, warning, "Greed is endless, boy. Do you think you can take all these leaves? Do you believe each is filled with my precious essence?"

New York. Brooklyn. Thursday. 12:34 AM. ​The air in Brooklyn always felt different than the air in Manhattan. It was heavier, more grounded, smelling of wet asphalt and woodsmoke rather than the sterile, metallic scent of high-rise power. Scarlett sat in the passenger seat of the black sedan, her fingers digging into the leather upholstery as Xavier navigated the quiet streets of Boerum Hill.