Adventure Time Tree Trunks Apple Pie Novels & Stories

Going up the stairs, I was able to make it to get the art supplies before heading back. “You made it in thirty seconds to spare.” Alec muttered as I came back in. “Oh shoot, let me try again.” I joked as I sat down. Pulling out the sketch pad, I froze. What should I draw? My mind went to Ace and his dad planting the tree today. So, I started drawling what I think his tree would look like when it was fully grown. A massive Elm tree. One full of life with thick branches. The whole thing took me till lunch to complete.

Unless, by some miracle, I find the male fated to me, I am done with being in a relationship. The wind runs through the trees, carrying a scent that makes Raven stop in his tracks. Apples and caramel. ‘The scent,’ Raven growls. ‘I know.’ Raven runs fast, following the scent, until we reach a tree that has fallen over some rocks. There, tucked between the ground and the fallen trunk, is some… red hair? Raven approaches the source of the apples and caramel. Leaves and twigs are stuck in the hair. After dropping the backpack he is carrying in his mouth, Raven tries to remove the twigs and the leaves. Frustrated that he can’t quite reach as he wants, Raven starts digging into the ground.

Sarah inquired. "I told you already, I got it from the tree in the garden," Olivia replied wondering why Sarah asked her that question. "But isn't it the future King's special tree?" Sarah asked with furrowed brows. "What? No? Did you go to the future King's tree? I was talking about the second apple tree, the one with a General Tree carving on it," Olivia explained. Sarah felt stupid at that moment, she had seen a second tree just behind Jake's tree but she had not paid any attention to it because the apples on Jake's tree looked more appealing than the ones on the general tree.

It collapses into dust. The bones inside — the ancient Alpha — fall free. They don’t hit the ground. They turn to light. Green and gold. It shoots straight up through the stone, through the earth, to the new Tree above. On our comms, Sky gasps. “Wren! The D.C. Tree just — it just grew fifty feet! It’s… crying. Sap like tears.” One down. Eleven to go. Eli moves to the next tree. Then Draven. Then me.

I climb off her back and thank her for giving me a ride here. “Are you staying?” I ask but she is already on her way back to the castle. That’s strange, why was she in a rush? Turning I see an enormous tree. It looked to be an old weeping cherry tree in full bloom with its pink spring flowers. The moon illuminated the bright colors and magical fireflies flew all about. There looked to be lighting coming from the center where the trunk of the tree should be. I stepped forward and moved a flower branch to the side so I could walk under the tree. I continued until I found the tree trunk. Lanterns were carefully placed all around underneath the weeping canopy. It’s simply breathtaking. I was so

He says again with a dramatic tone. "Yeah, I know…" I laugh. "I'm also going to add my period blood to the pie too, right?" "That sounds like a brilliant idea, sister-in-law," he exclaims. "Now you are a genius!" "I know," I smile. After about an hour and thirty minutes of literally baking with our soul and utmost dedication, we are finally done with the pie. Hendrix stares at it, a satisfied smile dancing on his lips. The pie looks very good, to be honest; it is an apple pie. The aroma is just so wonderful, and it fills the kitchen with its wonderful scent.

Chapter 13: The Queen’s Gambit and the Titans’ Feast Vanguard and Grimm returned to the cabin with grim faces, but their expressions softened into smiles as they opened their arms to embrace the beautiful Princess. The dinner table was laden with delicious food they had all helped prepare, and Snow White proudly presented her apple pie. "I picked these apples with my own hands," she said cheerfully. "There’s a tree over there with the most beautiful red fruit—so sweet and crisp. I gathered a ton of them!" She served slices to everyone. When Grimm took a bite, he nodded in rare approval.

Almost one hour must have passed when I again felt the need to take rest. Resting my hand against the tree trunk, I placed my other hand on the hip. It was time to take another sip of water and a few crisps. The taste of the overcooked pie, that Alex prepared for me the other night appeared on my tongue. I must be hungry, but I didn’t want to let my mind go there. I didn’t have a lavish meal in this forest that would take an entire hour nor there was anyone to talk to or share my meal with.

I said, slightly breathless by the time I perched next to her. Olivia grinned, holding one out to me. It was perfectly round and red, so clean and shiny that it reflected the sunlight. Smiling, I took it from her and bit into it. The juice ran down my chin, sweet and crisp and perfectly ripe. We perched there, on that tree branch, and ate apples until we got sick. I forgot about the moondeer’s head on a spike. … “Brother,” Olivia’s voice said. “Let’s talk.”

“Behave or I won’t share with you.” “Share what?” “This.” She pulled her hand from behind her back. the dinner plate she held bore a fat slice of pie complete with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. “Pie.” “Not just pie. Fresh, homemade apple pie.” With the fork, she sliced off the tip of the pie and dubbed a bit of ice cream. “I woke up early. You were still dead to the world, so I drove out to Apple Hill.” She extended the fork to him. “Wanna taste?”