Eating From Our Roots Novels & Stories

“We can’t tell the elders. They’ll just seal it up and forget about it. They won’t understand. They’ll think it’s just a piece of old junk. But we know it’s not. We know it’s connected. It’s drawing power. What if it’s drawing more than just power? What if it’s waking up?” The thought was too terrifying to ignore. Leo knew she was right. They had to know. Grimly, he nodded. “Okay. But carefully.” They used Leo’s knife to carefully scrape away the soil from the energy root. The root was thick and pulsed with a soft, golden light. It was alive. Cutting into it felt like a violation. Sela held the broken rod, its crystal end pointing towards the door’s panel. Leo took two thin, conductive wires

When she finished she looked up. “I told her the peony is in its tenth bloom,” she said. “I told her it is the most extraordinary it has ever been. I told her the roots are finally deep enough to produce what was always in them.” She held Sera’s gaze. “I told her that is what building before someone arrives produces. The deepest roots. The ones that take years to reach the water.” Sera held the image of that. The deepest roots. The ones that take years to reach the water.

Part II: I First Used My Magic on Earth Dear Journal, This is the time where I first used my magic on Earth. I do not eat because our food is different from theirs. Our food is the combination of leaves of the greenest plant in town and the natural sugar from sugarcane. I was very hungry then I picked all the green plants in town using my magic. I compared all of them, and when I found out the greenest of all, I used my magic to get sugarcane from the plantation nearby. I ate a lot, and because of that, I am now so full. I need to go out for a while and talk to my friend, Fatima. *** After talking to Fatima ***

he called out. I crossed to where he was crouching and looked at what he'd found. There it was, a dark root, dense, growing right at the water's edge where the ground was coldest. "That's it," I said. I knelt down carefully, aware of Mark watching, and worked it free from the ground. Finally, the root came out. Clean break at the base. Intact all the way through. Dark and dense and alive in exactly the way the damaged one hadn't been.

He only continued to eat, “I told you not to scream; sit still, and it will be fine!” Luckily, I had nearly eaten all my food because I somehow managed to throw it aside; I watched the roots or twines with wide eyes as I tried to catch my breath. They moved; they moved on their own! Wiggling my legs, I discovered. I was stuck. Every time I moved, they tightened. I didn’t dare take my eyes off them; I just dug my nails into the ground and stared at them.

I did NOT want to see my mother-in-law naked; Just no. Naremi came and stood next to us holding the two halves of the Tembikai Pokok Strawberi in her hands. “Why did someone growl just now?” I asked her. She handed the halves of fruit to us before she spoke. “The women aren’t the only jealous ones here Astraia. Now, eat the sacred fruit and become one…”

"This is pumpkin and star-root. Eat up. It puts lead in your pencil." I looked at the stew. "Star-root?" "The corn learned to drink the radiation," Martha explained casually. "The roots go deep. They find the star-metal veins Leo woke up. That's why they grow so big. It's nuclear gardening." She walked over to the children. She didn't offer them bowls. She held out a basket of raw, purple tubers. "Here, little ones," Martha cooed. "Chew on this." The nearest child a boy with a barcode tattoo on his neck sniffed the tuber. Then he took

Ethan’s expression changed immediately. After finishing one piece, he made a decision almost instantly. “Clar.” “I misunderstood you just now.” “Where did you find this?” “Is there a lot?” His tone became urgent. “If there’s enough…” “We won’t have to worry about the cold season.” Clar nodded. “The leaves are oval-shaped.” “There are small yellow bulbs on it.” “They’re called yam bulbs, and they’re edible too.” “What we’re eating now is the root.” She thought for a moment.

Elara said. "Because you built it from the inside," Elena said. "Things built from the inside do not fall apart the same way. They have roots." She looked at Elara. "You have roots here now. The child has roots here. What you are building has roots." She paused. "That is the legacy. Not the title or the territory or any of the external things. The roots." Elara walked beside her in the afternoon light and thought about roots and what they required and what they produced.

"This isn't the end." He kissed her hard, biting enough that her lip split and salted the hush between them. "No. It's the orchard's beginning." Above them, the wind howled through the charred orchard trunks, carrying the whisper every kingdom would hear come spring: We are the roots. We are the wolves. And we remember.