Eating From Our Roots Novels & Stories

They explained the situation to us while wiping away their tears. They'd run out of wild vegetables to harvest over the past few days, and their children had been unable to bear the hunger. As such, they'd risked going past the borders to look for food and found a strangely shaped root sprouting green shoots growing out of the ground. They didn't dare eat the root, but the shoots were very tender, so they'd picked a bit for their children to try. As a result, something had gone wrong. After they were finished with their explanation, they handed over the remaining shoots.

At what it had become. At what it was ready to become next. She would divide it in the morning. Give the pieces to the places that could use them. Each part carrying the original. Each part growing into what the original had become. She pressed her hands flat against the wet earth. The cold clean smell of it. The roots invisible beneath. Doing what roots did. Reaching. Finding. Deepening. The way everything real reached and found and deepened when it was given the right conditions and the patient attention of someone who had chosen to tend it.

Sol Ming picked up the dandelions, after scanning it, the system quickly gave its information, and as expected, these are the dandelions of this world. It is edible too, from every part, root, stem, leaves and flowers. Sol Ming ate with relish when she was sure it was clean, and stared down on the prompting screen floating before her sight. [ Achievement Prompt: Discovery skill + 1 ] [ Status Accountability Prompt: Scumbag Points -1 Host Accountability: 99,998 Please continue to work hard as a host! ] Seeing the reducing numbers, Sol Ming felt happy that she was confident to let out a proud smile.

Charlotte follows the instructions and soon enough she can feel the tension leaving her body. “Now visualize….there are roots sprouting from your body and growing beneath the surface of the earth. Thank mother Earth for being your support and grounding you. Your roots attach you to the solid foundation of the earth providing you with the very anchor that you need. Now, you are not afraid of any storm. No one and nothing can uproot you from the strong foundation beneath you….” Katya’s voice fades in the background as imagination comes alive behind Charlotte’s eyes.

I've placed him in charge of our food supply until his beast calms or we go back to war. When we came to earth hundreds of years ago, my ancestors chose farming as a non-violent way for us to assimilate into the human population. Our own planet was destroyed because of our violent nature and those who survived knew they had to make changes. Farming was that change. We were a carnivorous animal and changing our diet to mostly fruits and vegetables helped tame our beasts. Many of the men think farming is now beneath them because our true natures have returned. I think we can be both. Yes, we could survive off animal protein, but humans cannot.

" I lifted the dead plant. The soil was bone dry, and every leaf had yellowed or fallen. I had bought that pothos on the day I moved into the new house, and Marcus had helped me water it for the first time. He had said, "Jules, this plant is like us. Once it takes root, it never moves." Roots. He had torn every one of mine from the ground.

Mata said. "You can help me by telling me what you want for breakfast," I winked at them and said. They looked at each other. "We love carrots, miss." "And when there's no carrot, we eat seaweed." "And when there's no seaweed, we eat some grassroots." "And when there are no grassroots, we will be starved." "But we have a very slow digestion system. We can get by without eating anything for weeks." "OK, so I'll get you some carrots for breakfast," I said.

She knocked against the wall. “Beautiful tree. Let me free. I need to eat and drink and breathe. Open the door, separate your roots so we can leave through you.” Stretching out her hand she shot one last burst of her intent to be free under the moon through her touch and held the roots. “Somethings happening Alpha! Look, the dirt moves!” Bradford scratched at the dirt and it moved a little faster. Soon a hole opened up and he stopped digging, “Raven, it seems as if the roots are shifting…Raven?”

“Well, Alissa, these are no ordinary roots. They are an unnatural creation made with black magic and planted by the Red Queen's forces, to poison the land of her sisters' loyalties,” With one big pull from him, the roots finally broke free from the soil. He straightened his back; his shirt sticking to his sweaty, hot skin and cleaned the sweat off his brow. He reached for the bag he had left on the ground and pulled out a bottle of water. Steadying his breath, he tilted his head back and I watched his moist Adam’s apple carry the water down his throat.

Elia realized, her face hardening, "they don't need to harvest the Earth. They can just use the Father-Root to Reverse-Engineer the planet's pulse. They can turn the Earth’s own engines against us." ​The Decision of the Ancestors ​Kael looked out the viewport at the emerald-canopy of the New Earth. They had just found peace. They had just reclaimed their home. To leave now was to risk everything they had built. ​"Mara told us we should start being ancestors," Kael said, looking at Nora and Elia. "An ancestor doesn't just tend the garden. They protect the fence. If there is a 'Father-Root' in the Jovian shadow, then the Earth is still a target."