Novel Tree Novels & Stories

"All right. Go find your tree. You've got forty minutes, so take your time. Be sure and check your textbook if you are unsure which tree you'd like. Or you can walk around, touch a tree, and see if it speaks to you. Many of these trees were planted while the Academy was being built by the founders. So we have everything from Oak and Ash to Apple or Rowan trees." I like the idea of picking a tree that calls to me so instead of opening my textbook, I stroll through the area, randomly placing my hand on the barks of trees. Some send small tingles through my palm, even with my gloves on, but none feel right. Kiarr and Ben hover nearby, but not so close that it feels like they are breathing down

Derick flew high up in the air with the tree still in his hand and out of the enchanted forest, he dropped the tree into the large river where the forest lay and it fell inside with a large splash, and that was the end of the old Odinbre tree. He flew back into the forest to meet with the queen, Joana and Dana, who stood at the now empty spot where the Odinbre stood before. “We thank you once again for your help. We will begin planting a new tree here. It might not be as big as the Odinbre was and surely it will take years to grow, but we do not mind the wait as long as our land is now safe.

Nova smiled. “The Cassie & Damon Legacy Sanctuary.” After the unveiling, the crowd lit candles, one by one, and circled the oak tree like they had for generations. The tree glowed, the roots bathed in gold, the wind wrapping itself around old names and new stories. Grace whispered into the air: “Still us. Always.” Late into the night, Nova sat at the base of the oak tree alone, journal in her lap. She wrote: Tonight, I saw the fire come home.

Maybe, we really did not know, or some of my friends know but pretend not to know. Reyna then clarified her clue. When the Buddha got enlightened, Reyna said, he was meditating under this tree. Meanwhile, Hinduism made the same tree as the symbol of the world tree. Whose its roots are the source of the Sarasvati River. Then for Christians, Adam and Eve pinned the tree leaves and made loincloths cover their bodies after they knew they were naked.

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.

The black huts had crumbled into rich, dark soil, from which sprouted tiny, bioluminescent fungi and clusters of pale, star-shaped flowers that had never been seen before. The entire grove was coming back to life. Not as it had been, but as something new. The air was filled with a sweet, clean scent and the faint, tinkling sound of water dripping from newly formed crystals on the ceiling. And in the center, at the base of the great tree, where the first Serelai had made her last stand, a new tree was growing. It was small, only as tall as Liora’s waist, and its bark was the color of moonlight. Its leaves were pure silver, and they chimed softly against each other in a non-existent breeze.

The vines grow from the towering trees, waiting to invade the ground below with the long snake-like grove. The tree I am under big enough to live in hunches over me, reading the one book I have read too many times to count. Feeling the wind through my sub-like coils, pondering all my thoughts to one. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, smelling the honeydew and a mix of wild Native British that grew on the vines above. I opened the novel hoping it would help escape the mainland into a universal world but fail again. Furthermore, I wonder when will I be able to escape the land of Cipea?