Normal Tree Novels & Stories

He blew a long, low note. It wasn't a song of nature. it was a Industrial Dirge. The World-Oak responded. Its branches didn't grow leaves; they grew long, flexible conduits of silver-wood that reached out toward the Exiles’ machinery. The tree began to "plug into" the steam-cannons, acting as a natural boiler. The pressure gauges on Vane’s armor spiked into the red. "What is the tree doing?" Vane shouted, her eyes wide. "It’s giving you a boost!" Audrey yelled over the din.

The closer she got, the faster her heart pounded… But then she stopped, peering up at the tree she’d always put her hope in. It was still a mess…The branches that had fallen from its stem had now turned to dust…but now new branches were being formed…small branches, the tiniest in size with abnormally green leaves that were just as tiny. Quinn’s hand ran slowly against the bark, and then she patted the tree…a way of congratulating it for surviving the tough weather and making it to the smooth one. She hoped it wouldn’t fall again, no matter how old it got.

" I hung the cardboard on the refrigerator, right in the center, next to Matthew’s old drawings and the Polaroid photos of our messy and wonderful family. Our giant oak tree. With branches that stretch in every direction, roots that intertwine deeply in the soil, and dense foliage that protects everyone who lives in its shade. Imperfect. Complex. Real. Ours. And, for the first time, Nolah seemed truly at peace with it.

The sound of the water was so calming, even in the chilling dark of night. Sitting just next to the eroded point where the rushing streams intertwined was a very peculiar looking tree. Alex examined it with interest; the tree began with a single trunk at its base, but it seemed to split only about six inches above the ground into four separate trees that winded around each other as they rose up toward the sky. It only added to the strange but remarkable beauty of the plant life all around the area. Whatever Rowan’s secret place was, it had an impressive effect on Alex’s mind.

I nodded and inevitably shook my head. "It's coming soon," I replied. I feel again the aura of the beta who we saw earlier in the house. I hope she doesn't spread our true faces. I'm praying right now because of the possibilities that she will become our enemy. And it will make difficult for us when it happens. The surroundings became dark. Carried by towering trees. “Don’t make too much noise,” Arnal reminded. We took a few more steps until we saw four large trees. Of the trees around, these four trees are the largest. And even more amazing is that it is surrounded by moss.

"The Winter Banana, by 5.1 millimeters. Its growth rate is 62% of the established tree's. An excellent showing." "Is it happy?" Keila asked, patting the smaller tree's bark. "Photosynthetic efficiency is high. Pest damage is zero. By arboreal metrics, it is thriving." He looked at her. "By your metrics?" She thought. "It looks like it's standing up straighter. It knows it belongs." Luther made another note in the book, not a number, but a quote. K.R.: 'Stands straighter. Knows it belongs.'

The further we walk, the more I see, appearing seemingly out of thin air, and a small crowd begins to gather. My guide starts barking commands at them, I presume to get out of the way. I finally see where we’re undeniably going. A massive tree stands at the center of the village, towering over it, looking after it. A grand green protector. Breathtaking. Gnarled boughs bend in every direction, mirrored by thick roots that twist into the soil, breaching the surface here and there in great heaps.

The water, infused with magical properties, shimmered with a subtle iridescence, and upon closer inspection, Erica noticed tiny, ethereal fish swimming gracefully beneath its surface. In the heart of the garden stood the Great Tree, a towering marvel that reached toward the heavens. Its branches stretched wide, creating a vast canopy that shielded the garden from prying eyes. “Its trunk pulses with ancient wisdom, and if you press your hands against its bark, you would feel a surge of connection to the very essence of nature itself.” Jenny said as she placed her own hands on the tree and closed her eyes and exhaled deeply.

Gwen however, couldn't help but wonder about the tree's age, pondering the countless seasons it had weathered and the stories it could tell. Surrounding the old giant tree were the other trees of average height, their leaves fading and branches withering under the relentless grip of the harsh season. No matter how they looked, Gwen found beauty in their resilience, a testament to the enduring power of nature. Throughout her life, she had always loved nature no matter what face it presented, finding beauty in every manifestation, whether it be lush green grasses, dying trees, wet leaves, or a snow-covered ground.

He astral projected to the tree and saw that it had just missed the car. “That was close.” The driver said as he got out. “Come on and help me move it.” He told the others in the vehicle. It was a huge oak that looked like it has stayed up long past its years. The tree was partly hollowed in the middle as several animals scurried from inside it. If they had not made their home in its base it may have stood for another 100 years or more.