P:tree Novels & Stories

I sat down on my seat, waiting even if I knew I'd had to wait way longer than just some minutes. All of a sudden all I saw was black, I didn't know everything could be over in just seconds, I wouldn't have thought that everything could be over this quick, but one thing I knew was, I couldn't give up, I have to be there for Kehna. I tried recovering strength by breathing in and breathing out but it didn't help. I continued repeating the same sentence "I can't give up" breath in breath out "I can't give up" breath in breath out, I just wanted to rest and close my eyes for some seconds.

And he follows the instructions I gave him. “Okay, I’m right in front of the tree. Where to now, love?” He questions. “Now, if you look behind the tree in front of you, you’ll see another tree that seems to be aligned with the one you’re close to.” I detailed “Okay. I see the tree you’re talking about.” He says “Do you see the bushes by the tree’s roots?” I question “Yeah, yeah. I do. Is where you’re?” He asks “Yes. I’m hiding here. But please, be careful. He’s close.” I warn him.

"Ezra said, ''Impossible Aries swear that she would never teach anyone how to make it or control it," Leela said, '' I know how to make it and control it. "Ezra said, '' We don't even have the tree for it. "Leela said, ''Aries pillar is made out of a tree called green oak. The tree grows in Zillion. Which is abandoned. "Ezra said, ''However, there is a tree that is in the same family as the green oak. it called mint oak and it will only last a year. "Ezra said,

" I lifted the dead plant. The soil was bone dry, and every leaf had yellowed or fallen. I had bought that pothos on the day I moved into the new house, and Marcus had helped me water it for the first time. He had said, "Jules, this plant is like us. Once it takes root, it never moves." Roots. He had torn every one of mine from the ground.

“The tree stands as a human being, in other words, it explains the inner self of a person, the part which wants to remain hidden. You must have noticed the strong branches and the frail barks in the body. It means the strong branches are our outer self, that we use in our every day to day lives, to show others. But the barks, they are frail and rotting away, because of all the effort it goes through to hold the branches ahead. We never know, but the fake self that we display to the outside world, often ruins who we are in the inside, so that’s what this means. And the leaves? They just play the part to make it look more triggering.” I nod and turn pages after page. Half the book is taken ov

Peter, on the other hand, didn't mind at all; he was more than happy as long as Neil was content. Seeing this scene, I curiously asked Peter how he could so generously let go and bless others. He led me to a small wooden cabin, nestled in a forest that was dense and tranquil, exuding an air of mystery. Inside the cabin, the decor was simple yet cozy, and in the center stood a mysterious wish tree. Its leaves rustled gently in the breeze, as if whispering ancient legends. Peter pointed to the wish tree, his tone tinged with a mix of reverence and intrigue. “This is a wish tree, but it doesn’t work like a typical wishing well. Instead, it reveals whether a wish can be fulfilled or not, and exp

"I think she ripped some of the pages in one of them because we got into a fight a few years ago. I had to tape them back together." I smiled, closing the journal I was holding and handing it back to him. He carefully put it back into its place before turning back to me. "Here's the drawing of the lightning struck tree. It's a bit messy." I took the journal from him, my eyes tracing over the black pen drawing. The large trunk of the tree was sketched, branches reaching toward the sky, leaves adorning each limb. The greater part of the trunk, though, was slashed with black charring, seeming to have been colored over multiple times so that it was a rich obsidian black. Underneath the bottom of

He shouts, by now it was freezing, Amelia was screaming and Anthony looked in a really bad way. We silently walk through the trees for a few minutes, they didn't seem like they were thinning out but getting thicker! I look at Amelia who had red cheeks looking at me with scared eyes, this caused me to do something I've been scared for so far. I rip my hand away from Anthony standing back, he turns shocked trying to take my hand but I move back.

She said she was horrified, and suddenly the old tree showed its eyes and mouth. "Illusion tree?" Nara said slowly. An illusion tree where the victim will feel the illusion of life that the victim wants to feel. Then the tree will manifest and refuse to return to the real world. Even that person will die, and at that moment the illusion trees will absorb the energy of their victims.

Only ready. At the center stood a tree whose bark looked like mothwings. Soft and iridescent. It pulsed with the breath of something dreaming. And as we approached, the silver from Yren’s vessel lifted itself, spiraling upward—not like smoke, but like recollection. The tree responded. It shed one petal—not a leaf, not a flower—just one. I caught it before it touched the ground. On its surface was not a word, but a pause. A pause so full it felt like a held breath before truth.