The House Among The Trees Novels & Stories

But it wasn't just a treehouse - it was a small house, with branches and leaves covering it like a canopy. *Home* Whisper said, her voice filled with joy, as she flew inside. It was like a living dollhouse, a tiny, thriving world. The pot was too heavy for me, so I had Dad and Niklaus come and bring it back to my private room, their faces filled with awe as they beheld the treehouse. "Did she make this?" Dad asked, amazed, his voice barely above a whisper, as he looked at its beauty, the tree blooming with tiny flowers just like my magnolia trees. "Can I help you take care of her, Mom?" Naki asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I think she would like that," I smiled, as Whisper settle

The green flags of the trees become sepia toned, waving in the southerly wind. Within the multitude of soft chocolatey browns there is gold shining through, and a blush that brings summer fruits to mind. Mike sighed as he looked at the house before him. He didn't remember the last time he came here nor did he ever remember the house looking this way.

Was he among the crowd or had he been eaten by a specter on his way to seek adventure into the world? When the crowd arrived at the river, the sky began to laden slowly and the ambience became fell signifying a terrible battle. The sky had been clear and it was a wonder to see dark nimbus clouds gathered low. The men crossed over to the other side of the river where the Long-lasting tree stood elegantly. They stood in silence staring at the tree. It was very huge and green and its roots spread down to the waters. The ground appeared just as sacred as it had been many years ago and a fragrant smell seemed to stem out of the tree. They gazed at each other, each of them fearing to start the cut

“Second house.” “That’s it?” I blink. “You’re just gonna leave me here like I’m in a Grimm fairytale?” “She’s expecting you.” Right. Thanks for the comfort. I swing my bag over my shoulder, boots crunching gravel, and step onto the path. The trees lean close, branches twisted like black fingers. Fog coils around my ankles, cooler here. Still. Like it’s waiting. The house appears slowly: two stories of weathered gray wood, peeling paint, a roof that leans to one side. Narrow windows, empty of light. A porch that creaks before I even touch it.

This home was proof enough. The home was nestled among towering trees, its white stucco walls contrasting against the lush greenery surrounding it. Currently, I was sitting on a small porch arcade with three wooden columns forming two wooden arches at the front of the house. I sat on a wooden swing, drinking everything in and enjoying the earthy scent of the trees and fresh grass around me. My eyes went to the vibrant flowers that dotted the front lawn like confetti. All around me was nature…the earth…

She jumped down the treehouse and fell flat on her face but the humming sounded like it was coming near her—like it was going after her, about to swallow her. She ran. She ran like hell across the shaken ant-hills and indifferent trees. Tonight, Agatha’s peace collapsed. Agatha was running away from the dark. The rumble of the trees takes us out of the branch and we catch a ride on the breeze once more and back into suburbia. We soar through the heavens across clouds, past kitchen lights and bedroom windows onto a cul-de-sac right in the middle of town where Alyssa Ashleys’ tiny house sat. We perch on a flowering ledge on the second story and peak through the open bedroom window to see three

After a while, Azraiel took a turn and walk some more and Charlotte was surprised to see a house tucked between tall looming trees. As they walked closer to the house, she realised that the trees weren't cleared to build the house but were rather planted all around it. When they reached the house, Charlotte was blown away by its beauty. It was everything she imagined him to be living in. It was elevated on a platform, towering over them with its two floors all in its glory. The facade has blocks of glasses, which she assumed were see-through from one side. It has more than one section, she could see them hidden behind the trees. The patio in front of the house was decorated with chairs and p

The house exuded a sense of history and purpose, as though it had been standing there for centuries, patiently waiting for the next chapter of its story to unfold. The aura surrounding the house was serene and refreshing, enhanced by the lush greenery that enveloped it like a protective embrace. Towering mahogany trees lined the property, their branches swaying gently in the breeze, while the sturdy molave and coconut palms added a tropical charm. The impressive narra trees, evidently decades old, anchored the scene with their timeless presence, their roots deeply intertwined with the land’s history. It was as if these trees had stood as silent witnesses to generations of lives lived and sto

Unlike her heavy metal and something else mix to make a big whole cabin, this house purely made from mud, small one with a rocking chair and small coffee table next to it, and a waist length fences in front of the cottage with a few hanging pot above the fences. While it's the only house in the middle of the woods, not far from the opposite side of the cottage, there's an abandoned house, the walls made from some type of leaves already ripped apart, leaving a big hole and a view of the inside, darkness looming as if there's another creature inside staring straight into her eyes, but what she haven't face yet?. Those creatures always knocking on her door, she get too used to it that she sleep

However, it was perfect for me. “The house is just up ahead.” Ricky didn’t quicken his steps but he did pull ahead due to his stride. I looked up and around at the clearing that was made for the small house. The clearing itself was lovely. Grass grew almost like fur across the ground with a multitude of flowers peaking out of the grass. It looked like seeds that had blown from the house over the years had taken root in the magic enriched soil. There were a couple trees that crept into the clearing line but for the most part it was untouched.