Its Giving Tree Novels & Stories

he held her hand and she leaned in close to him. "Who gave them the name ornaments? The name doesn't even suit the decorations." "Well, I'm not sure about that, but I do know that we're going to take that tree with us today." "After I make the payments, I'll call the men to come and take it home." Din remarked as he and Jessie returned to the tree that she had been gazing at earlier. …

His answer was as bizarre as the fact that I was talking to a walking stem, quite literally. Stem looked at the large tree with concern and pitiful eyes, “This tree is the life giver of this forest, the heart of it. Centuries ago, it was planted by the Moon Goddess on this planet when severe drought and famine had struck the planet, leaving nothing but death and decay. The tree was able to drive it away by providing life to the barren land and soon the infertile land turned into a thriving forest. For centuries, the tree has been providing the beings living on this planet with life and safety ad resources. But, now the tree is dying…”

"What’s your price?" "A lifetime of unassigned evenings," I said. "And the right to stay a Zero in your heart." I turned to look at the golden tree. It was being encased in a glass dome, its roots being tapped for the Reconstruction’s power grid. But at the very base of the trunk, hidden from the drones, a single green shoot was growing through the concrete—a plant that didn't follow the geometric patterns of the Assignment. I looked at the black envelope I still held in my hand. A new line of text was appearing beneath the gold script.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He pressed his palm flat against the rough bark of the Tree instead. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The surge was immediate. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Not the gentle nourishing warmth of Eden's provision, not the specific grace of a garden attending to his needs. This was the Tree's actual power, ancient and wild and completely disinterested in what he needed, offering only what was real, only what was true, only the specific knowledge of the thing that had been growing in this ground since before Eden existed around it.

I turned my head towards the tree, and Darren started to get up. As the time passed, everyone started giving gifts in all directions. Everyone was smiling and laughing, enjoying the small moments where everyone was together and happy. Darren instantly opened the gift I gave him with a big smile, as I gave him a new bonsai tree for his room. I have no idea why he likes plants so much, but seeing his happy expression when he saw the tree made me feel happy too. "For you." Darren handed me his gift, and I accepted it with a smile.

“It’s like a little piece of the nut plantation!” “And those are our trees, yours and mine,” Taylor said, pointing to the trees. “And the others are for Adrianna, Trysta, and Kingston.” “Our trees, Daddy?” Trysta asked. “Yes, and we will take care of them,” Taylor said, winking. “As they grow big and strong, they’ll remind us of all the love we put into helping them grow.” Charlie reached for Taylor’s hand. “I love that. Our trees... It’s like we’re planting a part of ourselves here. Our foundation.”

They saw the worry carved into my face, and that was enough. "But no one will ever be like Adolfa," I said, my voice quieter now, my thoughts heavier. I paced slowly toward the Sinhtaee Tree that shimmered under the bright, golden sky. Its bark was silver, and its leaves shimmered like crystal rain. This was a sacred tree, known to restore strength and clarity to anyone who touched it with true purpose. I plucked one of its glowing leaves and placed it on my tongue. Instantly, warmth rushed through my body, pushing back the cold pressure that had been building inside me. My limbs felt lighter. My thoughts sharper. But the fear, the fear still clung to my chest.

In the center stood a giant, ancient oak tree, its branches spreading out like protective arms. "It has a high-tech security system, a gated community, and a twenty-four-hour patrol," Cole listed off the specs, his businessman persona momentarily shielding his vulnerability. "But look at the backyard, Sabrina. Really look at it." "The tree," I whispered, tracing the lines of the oak with my thumb.

It is more complicated now for them because their father was a mixture of three different beings. “Does this mean that we might not get Solandra’s gift? That I can have another one. I do not really fancy growing trees, mommy.” Maddox asked when they thought that it is best to prepare the younger kids of what there is to come. It will be easier for them to accept the gifts and that in that way, they will not develop fear. “Growing trees is fun, besides, you cannot breath oxygen without the tress.” the young girl defended her cause. ‘That is true. There is nothing wrong with that, honey. But we are not sure if what gift you and hades will get.”

James said absentmindedly. "I will think about that, okay?" Sophia said and hugged him. They went to a particular section of the garden with lots of small notes plastered on a huge tree in the middle of the place. Somewhere lying around while some were hanging on the leaves and branches. It made the place very beautiful and colorful and James couldn't stop admiring it. "This is the place, many people come to make prayers for their loved ones and whosoever they miss. The tree is an ancient tree that is believed to make wishes come true," Sophia explained to James.