Eating From Our Roots Novels & Stories

“I can smell dead plants and mud. I can feel the roots of trees or hedges or something dangling from the roof.” “What kind of trees?” “I don’t know.” “Get up. Feel the roots, smell them.” I stand up, bumping my head painfully hard against the roof of the enclave they’re holding me in. Clumps of dirt and mud rain down on me, but I ignore it as I reach up to feel the roots. “I don’t think they’re very deep. Thick roots, but spread out. I don’t know.” I stand on my toes to smell it, concentrating on the roots and the tree above. “I’m not sure. It smells kind of…citrusy.”

"That's the way some truths come. Not by consensus. But by fatigue." Elira continued, "We quit arguing if it was fair. We simply observed that it always returned." --- 3:05 PM — Sector T, Root-Vault Listening Station Subterranean, microphones had been placed close to the growth roots of test seedlings. Playback speakers fed low murmurs—frequency echoes and root-responsive pulses. A technician gestured towards the readout. "This one's responding more when we feed it annotated speech rhythms instead of musical ones." Caelan scowled. "You think it's recognizing?"

It was a treasure that couldn't be found in the modern world. “ Eldest Brother, come here!” I called out, walking towards a group of cassava plants. “ What's this? Can these leaves be eaten?” he asked, following me. “ Older brother, you should dig into the roots because it's a root crop. Only that part can be eaten.” “ Ah, so something like this exists! But how come the villagers haven't touched it?” It was evident that this part of the land hadn't been tampered with by human activities.

Rhea's Pov My eyes darted to the plate, then back to her face. I swallowed, keeping my voice light, “What’s in them?” She seemed delighted at the question, as though waiting for me to ask, “Oh, nothing strange. A bit of sun-leaf for clarity, ground moonseed for strength, and crushed honey root to sweeten the taste. All natural and healing. We eat them often here.” I tilted my head, as though pondering carefully. Every ingredient she listed was harmless, “That sounds wonderful.” I said slowly, allowing cheerfulness to coat my words, “I’m open to trying new things so why not?”

Asap! but it wasn't. He just stared at the tree in silence, he wanted to climb but he wasn't sure if the leaves are edible so he stopped and walked away from the tree then he saw a plant, he recognized it and ran towards the plant, it was from a holy basil plant and he knew it's leaves were edible so he started eating them hungrily. He ate as if there would be no tomorrow. When he finished eating, he burped and continued walking in search for water. He was thankful for the plant and he had regain enough energy that would last him for days but he knew he had to find an animal to eat, he couldn't depend and survive on plants because plants contains cellulose that Human organs can't digest, on

Michael said, and I frowned at him for giving up so easily at the sight of the first trouble. I paced up and down the mountain until an idea dropped. "We take the whole plant?" I said. "Wait, what?" Michael reacted. "We take the whole plant with the soil," I repeated, staring at the plant I had never seen before in my entire life. "Ms Brown, we are standing on top of the mountain. This plant grows from the rocks. How do we take it with the soil?" Michael asked. "Plants have roots. Roots need soil. There is a soil somewhere in these rocks. We just need to find a way to get the plant from the rocks," I said.

After a few dozen steps, they saw this aisle was much safer than the main one, because it was supported by strong roots. "Dry poplar ..." Johnny told them, looking at those roots that were as thick as marble columns from an ancient temple, but these columns were wooden... made of woody roots. "We've come down quite a bit, but I don't think we'll find a sprout here," Alexander said. “And what are we doing?” Johnny asked. “I don’t know. Maybe we can get even deeper.” But the girl started digging into the ground there with her fingers. She discovered very thin strands, which came out of the thick root of dry poplar, looking like vine sprouts, green and fresh.

His enviable background had become the executioner that destroyed their happiness. Ethan sniffed and wiped his face, then returned to the cabin with a forced smile, sitting next to Lily as if nothing had happened. He chuckled, "You haven't eaten all day. You should eat something, or your stomach won't be able to take it." He picked up a piece of her favorite sweet-stuffed lotus root and placed it in her bowl. "I've tried it; this place makes it the best. I've always wanted to bring you here." Lily didn't speak, just stared blankly at the lotus root in her bowl and on the plate, connected by delicate threads, symbolizing that even though the root was broken, the connection remained unbroken.

"May you grow strong, may you bear fruit, may you provide shelter and sustenance for all who need it. May your roots go deep into the earth, and your branches reach high into the sky. May you remind us always that we are all connected, from the ground beneath our feet to the stars above our heads." When the planting was complete, everyone gathered in the shade of the old fig tree as Maria and her daughters brought out lunch—fresh bread still warm from the oven, cheese made that morning, olives from their trees, fruit from their orchards, and honey from their hives. They ate together on blankets spread on the grass, sharing stories and laughter as the afternoon sun climbed high in the sky.

"He didn't have a ticking bomb in his chest, Mom. Marek says the Council is at the Roots. How far?" "Two days' march if we push," she replied, her eyes dropping to his glowing arm. "But Elias, you’re burning up. The poison is looking for a way out. If you don't release it soon, it’s going to find a way through your heart." "I’ll release it," Elias growled, standing up. His joints popped like dry wood. "Right into Valerius’s face." The Strategy of the Roots Marek joined them, spreading a piece of cured hide across the log. It was a map, but not of the world above. It was a map of the Mycelial Network—the "nervous system" of the planet that the Council had hijacked.