The House Among The Trees Novels & Stories

I said "Ok" said Ava . And we started reading the book . "Many years ago , a house was built in the eastern part of a beautiful forest by a small family .The forest was nut-brown. The trees were the towers of the forest. Nuts were scattered on the floor of the forest. The smell of the forest was pulpy. The glory of the forest was revealed in the birthstone-bright light. Almond-brown trees stood serenely, awash with a tender glow. Their bark looked like riffled toast and gems of amber clasped their crusty exterior. The first blush of the morn gave the leafy bower a green-going-to-gold complexion. It was a Sturdy two-story residence designed without the least imagination. A set of sagging woo

Closer to it, Ben hid behind a tree and gestured for me to continue while he went behind me, concealing himself. Nodding as I made an "OK" sign at him, I continued the walk, my heart thudding like a bass drum in my chest. I tried not to look scared, not to act like I was moments from turning and making a run for it. The house loomed before me, its towering presence seeming to cast a dark shadow over the surrounding trees. It looked abandoned, its paint chipped and faded, revealing weathered wood beneath. The windows were boarded up, and the door hung crookedly on its hinges, creaking ominously in the gentle breeze.

He journeyed through the land, keeping track of the days spent. He didn't know the route but trod on the path with his instinct. Although he sensed a familiarity with the plains and mount surrounding him. As if he had once walked the path before. After walking for a very long time, he came by the path that led to a small village. This village was hidden behind thick and dense greenery comprising of wild bushes and trees. Seeing the remote setting of the small houses with tree houses hanging above them, brought back a memory. He had been here before. The small houses were made from bamboo and dried palm fronds, the thatched roof was woven from stacks of dried up hays, fallen palm leaves, and

What atrocities had she suffered in the time since? The drive cut through a section of tall red cedar trees, Douglas fir, and towering maple trees, now barren. The road then turned up a small hill to the main house. Overlooking a lake with a creek feeding it and overflowing the far back, a huge manor came into view. It looked like a three-story log cabin but was MASSIVE. As the drive circled around the front, I couldn’t even begin to guess how many rooms this house had. The main level was wrapped in a wide porch with huge polished tree trunks as pillars every few feet. Several large men patrolled the grounds with rifles in hand. I wondered what they were so worried about to have that much s

When I open it I notice that we are at the entrance of the city, I look at Balck and Yan, they smile, I return the smile. — We finally arrived, now let's look for the house that Duric spoke about... — Balck says. — What was the house like again? — Yan asks. — It's out of town, past a big old tree... I start walking without waiting for them. After walking a long way, well past the city, on a dirt floor, different from the center which is tiled, the day seems to be going away, and we finally see a big old tree, and a house right behind it. The house has a very dark brick, wide doors and windows, with a —home sweet home— aspect.

POV: Echo We’ve been driving down the dirt path for a while now, and I can see a clearing up ahead. As we approached, I noticed a huge multistory house, sitting to one side with the forest behind it. A second, smaller, two-story building sits next to it. Rows of fair-sized homes with green yards that are well-maintained and full of life fill the rest of the clearing. There is a crowd of wolves waiting in front of the pack house to greet us.

Thankfully, I must have covered better than I thought, because no one was looking at me, worried, except Cara. I sent to Mack and Natalie to stay there and not make trouble, but to call for me in the link the second there was a problem, then followed Stephen as he led us past that strange, central space and deeper into the forest on the west. There were walking trails everywhere here, but they’d set up their homes and buildings in ways that you never knew they were there until you were almost on top of them. Hidden. They’d hidden out here. I clenched my teeth. Then after walking through the trees for a couple of minutes, suddenly we passed a thicket of densely crowded trees, and on the back

"Take them to the boundary now." My mom immediately gave me a knowing look. The houses for defaulters were always dark because it was surrounded by a dense and lush forest. It was nestled deep within the woods, surrounded by towering trees that loomed over it like ancient sentinels. As one approached the house, the trees grew thicker, the branches intermingling overhead to form a natural canopy and that's why I wonder why Lucy will take her time to come to a place like this. As we walked towards her car, my mum suddenly yelled falling to the ground while gasping for air.

Slone shrugs, "I don't see anyone around, maybe they didn't notice." Now that we are finally able to see where we are going, I have a moment to appreciate the beauty of this place. This clearing is somehow situated in the middle of the forest, a piece of private property bordering public land. The custom-built house taking up most of the clearing is a stunning example of local architecture. Two stories high with a peaked roof on the second floor, it is made entirely of redwood and windows. The light streaming through the trees into this clearing makes the house seem enchanted.

“No straying. The path isn’t always where you think it is.” I slipped out of the back seat, my boots pressing into the damp ground and fallen leaves. The air was colder here, the quiet thicker. Every sound felt like it echoed too far. We didn’t wait. Without another word, we headed into the trees— Swift and silent, moving like shadows that had always belonged there. Then, I felt it before I saw it. A weight in the air. The kind of silence that listens. The House of Silence emerged between the trees, carved from dark stone and timber, half-consumed by vines. It looked like it had been there forever, yet it felt aware. Awake.