Muddy Tree Arm Novels & Stories

It was a circle where nothing existed. No grass. No roots. No stones. Just bare earth the color of old ash, stretching wide like a scar burned into the world. And at the center stood something that made Arin’s breath catch in his throat. A tree. Or what used to be one. It was massive, larger than any tree Arin had ever seen. Its trunk twisted upward in jagged spirals, bark split and blackened as though it had been struck by lightning a thousand times. But it was still alive.

I shout out to him. A root from a tree hanging at the rivers edge sticks out like a lifeline, Bruce catches my voice and looks around as his head gets pushed again and again back under the water, he swipes his arms to search and manages to catch it, holding on with all his strength, giving him a change to fully bring his head out from under the water and take more air. I clamber down, careful not to slip and reach my arm out for him to take while my other arm clings around the tree so to not be pulled in along with him.

Wrapping my arms around the trunk, I plant one foot on the notch and push off with the other. I immediately slam into the bark, losing my grip and landing hard on my butt with a loud thud. “Shit,” I mutter, glaring up at the tree. I scan the area again, but nothing else looks any easier. I sigh, pushing myself to my feet and brushing off the dirt. “Okay, Claudia, you’ve got this,” I whisper. A little pep talk can’t hurt, right? Besides after all my near death experiences this should be a piece of cake.

Mum replied in between laughters. I faced palmed, leave it to mum to entertain unwanted visitors with unwanted foods. ***** I don't if it is because Tara was too bursty, maybe that was the reason why are breasts were almost spilling out of her open necked blouse, the way she was staring at me was really annoying and she kept ducking her head shyly, like what was wrong with her?

'' Feel the magic within yourself and release '' the moment he did that a golden light emitted from his hand and the tree was frozen with gold . '' Hey what happened ?'' Noir asked . '' How did the tree got all frozen up ?'' asked Adam . '' I don't k-know '' Arthur replied . '' It must have been a fluke '' said Stella . '' Try again '' said Adam . '' Okay i will '' he replied . BUt after that no matter how many times he tried he failed . He tried and tried and it was near afternoon now . '' Stop for now '' said NOir . '' No i will try agian '' said Arthur. '' Take a break we are all going to get lunch '' said Adam . '' Good luck '' said Celia while leaving . '' I will stay '' said STella . A

But they squeezed on notwithstanding. At last, the way opened up into a little clearing, the trees shaping a normal boundary against the worst of the storm. Within the center of the clearing was an old tree, its twisted branches coming up toward the sky just like the arms of a few overlooked gods. The tree's bark was dull and weathered, and unusual images were carved into its trunk, gleaming faintly within the obscurity. Ethan and Lena moderated as they drew closer to the tree, both of their impulses detecting that this place was distinctive, it held some sort of power. The air was thick with pressure, the storm's anger appearing to decrease marginally as they ventured into the clearing.

No matter what, she would take back this kid to his home. Gray’s body was constrained on the tree trunk by black vines. His head was hanging low lifelessly. The Water Bark most important trait was that, if one tried to remove it, it would definitely find a substitute to replace itself. Normally, people who controlled energy flow could easily defeat it by blocking its weak energy. For ordinary people, they had to use a talisman to do the trick.

I mumbled. “What happened?” Wilt appeared, so was everyone as they rushed toward us. “That thing grabbed Brock.” Katie pointed at the demonic tree. Upon staring at it, the older braves’ faces fell grim. “That’s an I-see-you tree,” Raja gasped. “That means…” They cast their glances at Brock before shifting down to his ankles. “Um, Mr. Tannen.” Zeki gestured to his left ankle. The bottom hem of his pants melted away, revealing a green mark ringed around his ankle.

a skinny easily breakable branch of this tree. Abruptly, my freefall was arrested by a colossal branch that lay a behemoth of wood more akin to a monstrous tree trunk than the frail, snapping appendages above. It was an unyielding sentinel that brought my chaotic plummet through the verdant gauntlet to a thunderous, bone-jarring halt. Springing from the tree, my left arm deployed as a makeshift crutch, the right hung lifelessly, doubtless snapped. Below, Brock had hit the earth hard, his efforts to rise futile – his leg a twisted mess, either with a break or sprained. Yet, here we were, the breath in our lungs was bittersweet proof of survival.

Arthur calls out, waving the branch closer to Miles. Miles looks terrified, but obeys. He reaches for the branch, and to my relief, his small fingers wrap around it. But we’re not in the clear yet. The tree quivers a little more with the movement, one side slipping down further toward the water. Miles freezes, one hand clutching the branch while the other arm is still wrapped around the fallen tree. “Now the other hand!” Arthur guides him, offering him a smile. Not a grimace or a mask, but a real, genuine, encouraging smile. I don’t know how he does it, but somehow, it makes me slightly calmer, too.