A Tree Grows In Brooklyn Audiobook Novels & Stories

I open the door, “hey Brooklyn, why are you out here by yourself, are you not feeling well?” A smile forms on her face and her hand lifts, her finger points up into a tree, “that bird is trying to get her baby bird back in the nest, but the baby keeps falling out of it.” She swings her legs and her frown forms again, “do you think Momma’s ever get too tired to help their babies.”

“Well, I hope they appreciate our echo.” The land became still as they advanced. No birds sang. No wind blew. But the silence was not dead — it was thick, and alive. Then they saw it. A tree. It rose, isolated, in a broad clearing, a good deal taller than any they had seen since they had left the Hollow. It had a bark that gleamed with a soft, greenish light. Its branches were slowly waving, but there was no wind.

Laura The oak tree grew. Not fast. Not in a way you could see from one day to the next. But it grew. The branches stretched. The trunk thickened. The roots dug deeper into the soil. I talked to it every morning. Not out loud. Not anymore. The first few weeks, I stood at the trunk and whispered things. Things I had not said to anyone. Things I had been carrying for six years. Then one morning, I stopped whispering. I just stood there. Hand on the bark. Eyes closed. Thinking about Sam.

I looked at the big tree with the hole in it, and remembered that Brooklyn told it her secrets and showed her body, and I suddenly had a trace of jealousy. According to the will of the moon goddess, Brooklyn's dependence should be on me, not on a big tree. I waited until it was almost 12 o'clock before I saw Brooklyn's figure appear. To be honest, I was really afraid that she wouldn't come, so I would have to break into her room and beg her to hear my heart. So the moment I saw her figure appear, I was really happy, and I went straight to meet her, "You are here!" My happiness obviously made her a little at a loss, and she took a step back subconsciously, "Yes, I was stopped by Abbey just no

He moved on. Boy! He heard it now for the third time. It sounded like the voice of an elderly woman. He stopped and gazed up the swooshing tree branches. It was about evening and the whirl-winds had started. Woom! A womanly figure dressed in black unfolded in front of him. It was as though he had gone out of his mind. "Boy!" the apparition now spoke out the word clearly in front of him. His blood froze and his fingers began to shake. His eyeballs grew bigger, almost popping out, and remained fixed onto the shadow.

he had said, “she'll know we are watching her. Let's just watch. Patience, son.” He does have a point, however I don't think I have the patience to wait. Brooklyn is pregnant and with each day that passes, I get anxious. The humming of the mate bond puts me at ease and I sigh. Brooklyn is at peace. I'm sure she already knows that I am not within her reach. The urge to go to her is getting stronger. That's why I need this meeting to wrap up quickly. A chubby index finger points to a location on the map. Dad looks at me through the thin rim of his glasses, “this one?”

Liam, with an air of familiarity, stepped forward toward the tree. I quickly locked eyes with Lucas, raising a curious brow. His expression mirrored mine, but knowing that he was close made me feel much more comforted by the strangeness of the situation. Liam began whispering in a language unknown to me as he placed his hands on the tree. To my astonishment, the tree appeared to breathe. The leaves rustled wildly and it started to glow a bright yellow color. A door materialized on the tree—looking exactly like a portal that led to the unseen wonders beyond.

I was only thinking about photosynthesis…or was it the Second World War? I couldn’t really remember anymore. Because then… “Yeah, he’s fine.” My fingers paused halfway through flipping a page, Brooklyn’s voice drifting faintly from across the hallway. A pause followed. “Nothing worth screaming about. I promise.” I blinked once, flipping the page completely. ‘Focus, Sydney.’ I told myself, eyes dropping back to my textbook as I remembered what had happened the last time I accidentally listened to a conversation between Brooklyn and Tracy. My finger traced the same line for the fourth time—

This was the answer I uttered in my mind right before I appeared in the seventh tree's location. A voice started echoing around the place, saying, "I am born in fear, raised in truth, and I come to my own in deed. When a time comes that I’m called forth, I come to serve the cause of need." Maybe that was the last riddle, but I wonder where the seventh tree is. I began to look around, and the place started to change. I was once in a plain land, but the rock from where I am standing started to grow. Now, there is a long tight wooden bridge between the two big rocks and in front of me. It was too terrifying to take a step onto the fragile-looking bridge because it seemed like it couldn't hold t

Family. Community. A city no longer surviving separately. Void’s shadows moved warmly around the rooftop. Not cold anymore. Protective. Belonging. Then something impossible happened. The largest lantern tree near the rooftop center suddenly bloomed all at once. Silver-gold flowers exploded across the branches like tiny stars igniting. The entire rooftop went quiet. At the center of the tree trunk— words slowly appeared glowing beneath the bark. Not carved. Grown. People stepped closer carefully. Reading together beneath drifting petals.