Novel The Trees Novels & Stories

He would stare at the apple tree you planted by the wall and count the fruit. "Whenever the blossoms came in, he would stay excited for days. "He kept telling me that once the branches were heavy with apples, it meant you were coming home. "And every time you did come back, he shared half the apples with the other children." "He would puff out his chest and tell them, 'My mom planted this tree for me! My mom is coming home!'" For a moment, Jennifer seemed to see it too: the small boy with his shirt gathered into a pouch, full of apples, running around and handing them out.

I am not a key for a machine. They jumped under the leaves of the giant trees. A golden beam hit the ground inches behind Junes heel. The grass behind her turned into gold instantly. Inside the forest the air was different. The trees were breathing. The leaves moved,. It was not because of the wind. They leaned toward June as she ran past them. The vines on the ground moved back to give her a path. The forest was grown from her fathers DNA. The forest knew her. It loved her. "The trees are protecting us " Patience gasped. She leaned against a tree trunk that was pulsing with a light.

I am determined to prove myself. Perhaps if I show my strength, they will see I am a luna. The thought gives me strength. I just need to prove myself as a hunter. Then I can claim my rightful position. The walk to the hunting grounds is long. I have never heard so much silence. There is no sound of birds. There is no sound of animals. Even the trees are decaying. This is a horrible place. They are like a graveyard. They are corpses of trees. "What happened to these trees?" I ask.

Agnes I was running through the forest, branches whipping past my face. The trees were watching me, their bark peeling away to reveal eyes—hundreds of eyes, all following my every move. I could hear Elise’s voice, carried on the wind. “The trees remember,” she whispered. “They were there when it happened.”

With each step, her anticipation grew as she approached the magnificent tree standing near the serene lake. The tree stood tall and welcoming, its branches reaching out as if beckoning Senthaiz closer. Its leaves rustled softly in the gentle breeze, whispering tales of the past and promising solace in the present. Its gnarled trunk, adorned with moss and intricate patterns, seemed to hold the wisdom of ages. Senthaiz's heart swelled with a mix of excitement and nostalgia as she neared the tree. The diary clutched tightly in her hands, she felt a surge of anticipation, knowing that this tranquil spot would be the perfect place to pour her thoughts onto the pages.

Lyla said her grip on the crystal tightening. After hours of walking, the group emerged into a vast clearing surrounded by towering trees with bark that shimmered like silver. At the center of the clearing stood a massive tree, its roots sprawling across the ground like veins. The tree glowed faintly, its energy radiating out in waves that made the air hum with power. Lyla felt the crystal grow warm in her hand, its light pulsing in time with the tree’s energy. “This is it,” she said softly. “The forest’s heart.”

Sitting on the vintage chair of the bedside table, he wandered in his new world again. The traveller was unaware of what happened to the talkative tree. The unknown world was full of similar trees, and some of them wanted to journey with him. As the man shaded to one of them as the scorching heat of their so-called Supreme Being, burning his skin; the silent tree let him. The leaves left on one of their comrades gusted through the wind, carried out images of them withered, a symbol in which the comrade lasted his journey together with the traveller. The rustling of the trunks, branches and leaves of the other comrades unfolded the brave story of the certain tree, creating sorrowful roars all

(Adelaide) Arkael smiled wide. "My favourite kind of story." He stepped beside her, carefully lifting one of the smaller volumes. "This one." He opened the cover. The moment the first page turned, Adelaide gasped. An entire paper forest rose from the book. Delicate trees unfolded themselves from the parchment, their branches twisting high above tiny cottages nestled amongst their roots. A paper fox no larger than her thumb peered out from beneath one tree while dozens of impossibly small birds seemed frozen in flight between the branches.

She went into her bedroom and covered herself with a blanket until she fell asleep. Sam slept soundly that night so she dreamed of the tree house again. "I'm here again." She said sadly. "What's in this tree house?" She asked. She circled around the edge of the tree house. It looks like a normal tree house when you look at it, but there is a demon in that tree house that remained alive and strong even a few decades ago, so it's amazing why it hasn't been destroyed on purpose. If you look at the tree house, it is in good condition and you can't tell how many years it has been standing. Sam stopped near the stairs of the tree house. Her eyes widened and trembled to see the souls around her.

"Real slow, but it is." "I dreamed of the tree again last night," Milo said. "But it was different. Me and Sophie were standin' back to back, and the roots were climbin'. Not fast. Just... sneakin'. Wrappin' around our ankles." Nova swallowed hard. "Mine was worse. I wasn’t even me. I was watchin' myself from above. I was walkin' through the woods, but the trees kept changin'. Turnin' into people. But not right. Their mouths were on the wrong side. Eyes all black."