Adventure Time Tree Trunks Apple Pie Novels & Stories

We stood there for a moment, tears streaming down our faces, united in our amusement over his culinary catastrophe. “Alright, alright,” he conceded, wiping a tear from his eye. “You win. Looks like I’m better at slaying dragons than shortcakes.” “Well, at least you admit defeat,” I said, a playful smile tugging at my lips. “So, what do we do now? Are we doomed to wander the palace halls with growling stomachs?” “Not at all, milady,” Adrian declared, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “Fear not, for I have a secret weapon.” He reached into a cupboard and emerged triumphantly with a basket overflowing with plump, red apples.

I said, stroking her chin. She drank two full cups before she sighed softly. “Thank you.” I looked around, knowing thirst wasn’t the only issue. Diane would get hungry too; the shocks drained energy. Then I saw an overgrown apple tree behind the house. Fiji didn’t naturally grow apples, but Darlington imported hybrids for his estate. The branches hung low with bright red fruit. I plucked one, washed it, and fed it to her. Diane took a bite, juice dribbling down her chin.

It seems like taking the pups here to enjoy some fresh country air and pick apples from our favourite spot was the right thing to do. “So what are we going to do with all these apples?” Marcie asks and I shrug, accepting the hot apple cider my friend brings me. “Apple pie, apple bread, apple sauce. Just depends on what we can make before we leave.” I answer, sipping on the hot drink while I show the video of Blake’s success in grabbing the apple minutes earlier. We walk around the orchard, Albot becoming Alice’s helper in gathering the apples up high that catches the twelve year old’s eyes while Marcie and I enjoy the comfortable silence between us.

Keila had labeled it: The Helper Path Bridge (For Important Thoughts). Luther picked up the drawing. He studied it with the intensity he usually reserved for financial audits. His finger traced the bridge of hands. “The arboreal addition is a significant long-term commitment. Apple trees require seven to ten years to bear fruit reliably.” “We like the waiting,” I said softly. “The waffle maker’s anthropomorphism is… non-functional.” “It brings joy. Secondary function, remember?” He looked from the drawing to me. The rigid set of his shoulders softened, just a fraction. “The bridge. It bypasses the designated primary helper path through the interior. A direct link.”

Boy, what magic did he use this time? “Apples were your favorite fruit back then. Won't you have a taste? Its your tree” Cameron whispered seductively in my ear making me shiver lightly. I moved away from him quickly after feeling a warm pool forming at the tip of my belly. I ran my hand over the carved words on the tree. I smiled, my writing was for sure really terrible. I leaned over to grab a fruit but before i could even reach it, an apple dropped on my right hand.

The harsh sunlight made me tired, and at this time, my appetite and thirst increased again. I shouted happily. "Vince, look. It's an apple tree." We went faster, and standing in front of the big tree boosted my spirits. Contrary to my delight, the cold-faced Vince reached up to examine the stump and frowned. "Wait!." I do not understand. "It's an apple, and it's not poisonous." "Are you sure?" Vince raised an eyebrow at me. Before I could answer, Vince picked an apple, making me swallow; then, he threw it on the ground and asked me to observe. After a while, a squirrel came running out of the tree hole. It looked around, saw nothing suspicious, then picked up the apple and started eating it.

"Thank you." I don't know how to do healing energy, but I imagine the tree flourishing. Then I pour out the water along the base of the tree, and sprinkle out the nuts for the squirrels, birds, and whatever other forest creatures want them. Picking up my wand, I'm shocked to find Mrs. Jonas beaming at me, and I self-consciously, tuck my branch under my arm. "Time is up," she says. Has it been forty minutes already? I check the time on my cell. Sure enough. I thought we'd only been out here for a few minutes.

The blackbirds in the tree outside gather on a branch near the window, bobbing up and down, trilling in time with my rolling melody. My song finishes, and the birds take flight, cawing their goodbyes on the breeze. There’s a delicious fragrance in the air – a quince and pear pie baking in the oven downstairs, gran’s idea of a healthy lunch. As she says, it’s mostly fruit, after all. But I’m not hungry yet. There’s something I must do.

The place was abandoned when my dads used to bring me here to play and from the dust and debris littering the place and the leaves blowing in through a broken window, it looks like it always has been. Feeling dejected at the lack of clues, I decide a walk down memory lane is exactly what I need to cheer me up and I’m excited to share a piece of my childhood with Ellie and Mason. They follow silently as I lead them down to the lake and the old oak tree standing sentinel over it. Only when we reach the spot, the tree isn’t standing at all. “What the fuck?” Aspen gasps. The tree is rolled in on itself like a cinnamon roll with the branches kissing the ground. It’s a completely unnatural occurre

“That’s it! I quit. I suck.” I turned to look at what she was making. She had gotten 20% of the starting drawing right, but in time lost touch of everything. I laughed lightly and took the book for inspection. The pages fluttered, and behind the unfinished busy subway, I saw a few more colourful drawings and sketches. I turned the page, and was greeted by the sight of a huge green tree. At first glance it looked really majestic. Because all you will notice at first are the thick heavy branches. But in time, when you keep looking, you will see the differences.