Adventure Time Tree Trunks Apple Pie Novels & Stories

When Twillow saw the unique trees from the air and how they towered mightily over all others she had to investigate; mostly because she thought she smelled apples. She flew down into one of the trees and she saw that even the leaves were huge; as big as bath towels. And hidden among the greenery she saw the huge apples that were as big as a round bale of hay dangling from the branches.It had to be a dream, a fitful wish of her stomach affecting her brain. But when she touched the hard, smooth, reddish pink flesh of the fruit and smelled the distinct scent she knew the apples were real.

I asked, looking around. “A spot I used to like. Come, there's a small stream of water.” He held my hand and we were walking towards the stream in a little moment. “That apple tree is hundreds of years old. I used to come here when I was a child. When I had the luxury of serenity. I would pluck apples and make juice, pie or apple cider vinegar.” He was walking ahead and leading me on. I looked at the back of his head as he spoke. He seemed calm, whole, unlike the monster I was so afraid of.

*************** Aria’s POV I didn’t know how long we kept on staring at the endless grassland. Adrian and I were now sitting under an unknown tree. A portion of its massive roots was appearing above the ground while the trunk was suggesting it had been there for a while now. The thick, green leaves were giving us enough shade under the heat of the afternoon sun. I looked up and admired the orange, apple-like fruits the tree was abundant. It was nothing that I had laid my eyes on. I saw a couple of squirrels feasting on their fruit, indicating that it was safe and ready to be eaten. Adrian might have noticed my interest in the unknown fruit so he climbed to the tree to pick one. He then gave

Maybe some apples would make me feel better. When I got there, I was thankful that the garden was empty. I saw the apple trees and plucked some of the fruits into a basket. The apples were so big and shiny. They looked so enticing, I closed my eyes for the aesthetics and sunk my teeth into the apple in my hand. It was juicy, there was a burst of flavour in my mouth. Suddenly I heard the sound of wings behind me, like a bird had just perched on the tree behind me. Goosebumps attacked my skin, I remembered my dream and turned around swiftly. Only to see a little pigeon. I shuddered and tried to shake off what I was feeling. I turned back to see that there was a worm in the apple I had just tak

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

Not one of them cared how long I had left to live now that my bonded oak had been cut down. I held my empty wooden bowl and looked at her. "Mother, my bonded tree is hurt. Could you brew me a little moonlight tea?" The wooden spoon in her hand clattered into the fruit dish. "Why are you always so much trouble? Wendy has to keep her skin in condition, so we’re eating nothing but ice berries for the next half month. Eat them or don't. If you don't want them, get out!" With one sentence I became the one who had spoiled the mood of the whole family.

As they walked, the tree gradually entered their vision. It was a tree that his father planted for her the day Sophie was born. A tradition, he said. Edmund had his own tree on the other side of the garden. This one, here, was Sophie’s part of the garden. At the center of it was an apple tree, rich with fruits. “Mother still makes apple pies for your birthday,” Edmund explained. “Poor tree. It grew to its prime and had an abundant harvest, but its owner was nowhere to be seen.” Sophie cringed. “Are you guilt-tripping me with a tree now, Ed?”

Herold tried to laugh it off and mess with Tinder’s hair, but Tinder hid his face in my shoulder, sniffing. “He shook him,” I said quietly, not wanting to say more and embarrass Tinder. Kids notice more than adults think. “I’m going to take the boys downstairs to make a sponge cake. I’m sure you have things to talk about.” I held out my hand to Tree, who stood behind Morgana, and went downstairs still holding Tinder. “Can we make triangle sandwiches first and cut off the crust? I hate the crust,” Tree giggled. “Of course. What about you, Tin? Would you like a snack?”

he said with a broad smile lighting up on his face. "Thank you, brother. The tree almost went down with me, and I can feel it took with it a better part of me. How does it even look like now?" inquired Okayo. "All the leaves turned into ash and what remains of the tree is a dry log. And, by the way, what I heard you saying you saw was not an angel of the Lord; it was a python," said Gumba. "After you disappeared together with the snake, it began to pour down heavily. When the rain stopped in the afternoon, we were all over the place looking for you, until today."

I finish chopping the melon as Anthony walks in taking a piece shoving it into his mouth, I shake my head picking the remaining slices up placing them in a lunchbox for the fridge. "Thank you again for doing all this doll, I just hope she appreciates it" he sighs leaning against the counter still chewing his melon, while I put the rest of the fresh fruit in the fridge "I'm probably just overreacting it's gonna go fine, now I have you and Amelia, there is nothing she can say which will bring me down" he smiles, pulling me closer to him with his hands on my waist, I try to pull away which doesn't work I was trapped in his arms.