The Giving Tree Novels & Stories

I end the entry the way I always end it: with what I want him to know most. I write: Your granddaughter says you were afraid but you did it anyway. Your grandson says the seed was already in the tree. They are both right. You built the roots in a state of fear and love and terrible clarity, and the roots are holding everything up — three books, a PhD, a parliamentary amendment, twenty-two cities, three thousand people who have the language, a family that knows what you built and why it mattered. All of it is here. All of it is real, all of it continues. I write: Roberta is keeping a record of the maple. She calls one section What the Tree Knows. In September she wrote: the things you love an

I rolled my eyes and retorted, "You're a shriveled up, old hag now, so it makes sense that you don't understand what a privilege it is to serve the divine tree. I'll definitely satisfy it. You agree with me, don't you, Mr. Holton?" Isaac nodded vigorously. Using the saplings around us as cover, he ran his greasy hand along my thigh. The woman's face turned a ruddy red when she realized that she couldn't win the argument against me. She lowered her head and continued working. I scoffed. Joy bubbled in my heart when I thought of all the rumors about the divine tree. Our village was located in the east of a massive mountain. A forest stood in the mountain. The trees were so tall that they disap

“Do you want to see the oak tree? It is where most of them live too.” Rosalyn blinked. “What’s an oak tree?” I lowered my voice slightly like I was about to tell her the world’s greatest secret. “It’s a magic tree.” Her eyes widened instantly. “It is?” I nodded seriously. “It holds all the secrets in the world. Everyone tells it their secret, and it has seen so many generations and so many people, and it knows everything that is there to know.” Rosalyn gasped softly. “No way…” “And,” I added, glancing briefly at Mia before looking back at our daughter, “it’s your turn to tell the tree one of your secrets too.”

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.

Alastair led me toward an ancient giant tree that stood at the edge of the garden, near the woods. “At the very least, this tree is over 5,000 years old," Alastair spoke, his voice carrying a touch of reverence. "The thing is known by the name Gilgi." He continued describing the tree's features, but my attention was diverted. My fingertips grazed the bark of the tree, the texture resembling swirling water, as if the tree had risen from the depths of the earth itself. My gaze followed the intricate patterns, feeling as though I could get lost in the intricate dance of nature.

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.

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.

"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

Donovan asked, “What are you laughing at? I’ll give you one last chance. Give me back my stuff and hand over the Chaos Tree inside you too.” Alex sighed. “Fine! It appears I have to compromise for the sake of my petty life. So you want the Chaos Tree? No problem! I’ll give it to you!” He reached out his hand and grabbed his mind palace. The next moment, He pulled out a gigantic crystal-clear tree and placed it on the ground. It was several hundred meters tall, circulated with the power of laws. Chaos Beads and Chaos Bells were even hanging on it. For a moment, everyone could not avert their gaze as the tree attracted their attention.