The Island Of Missing Trees Novels & Stories

"Hello, this is Med Health hospital we're calling to inform you about our patient here Ms. Claudia Arellalo, you were the only person we could reach from her contacts" "Where is she, is she okay?" "Please come to Med Health hospital and if possible bring a family member with you" "Hello, hello?" "They hung up. Where's Med Health hospital?" "It's like 30km away from here," Benjamin said "Okay, come on we can't wait for the bus let's take a cab, we all won't fit in one cab so make groups and take another cab" we all rushed, we were lucky and immediately found a cab, we entered "Please take us to Med Health hospital" but I couldn't get comfortable because my mind wasn't at rest "Sir, shouldn't

He could feel the bile rising up through his throat, He knew deep down what they were doing was wrong and had prayed to his deity for forgiveness, asking for her compassion as to why the lands had to be theirs. Through research, it had been known that the Sacred Grounds were blessed, that a special tree was residing within, that even its soil was worth a thousand riches, and yet no man had ever tried to place their feet on such sacredness. The title was never official; it had only been rumored and through stories had they been told that deep within those grounds had been his deity’s resting place. That the wind had carried the wails of the unborn children, some had said the wind would also s

I'd thought Vincent had arrived with the police but no one was in sight. Could it be that Vincent and his team were overpowered? ‘What is happening?’ I thought as I trudged towards a clear path between shoulder-length bushes just outside the gate of the yard. I followed the path and walked for a while till I saw tall bamboo, coconut trees, and other trees that could mostly be seen in an…. I saw the enormous expanse of water before I could finish my thought. I was on a freaking island!

The trees swayed and I saw a few cats playing with each other. "Yeah?" He said, his voice muffled as well. "Wait till you see the actual place." And we were silent for a while until I saw a sign. "Hot air balloon festival? You're taking me on an air hot air balloon?" "Yeah." Brayden laughed as he slowed the bike down. "Pretty cool, huh?" And we stopped in what seems like a field. The balloons were huge with variety of colors. I was so amused and amazed that Brayden would actually do something like this for me.

I was so stupid… “And, where are we?” I say. I was being nice to get answers from him. Guess after I knew the necessities, l’d switch back. “You don’t know? You find out for yourself”, he said and walked back to his former position. He was carving something out of a pine tree. I looked around. There were so many pine trees. Trust, I had researched on Island Formentera. Pine trees? There were so many pine trees… “Impossible”, I muttered under my breath which earned a low-key laugh from Zack. I walked to him as he carved some pine.

I see I tree I climb up it and concentrate hard and all of a sudden I hear, ‘Need to get the princess to the camp.’ So I try to respond to the voice. ‘Why would you capture the princess and where is the camp’ ‘Because we can sell her as a slave and get rich. The camp is right under the base of the sycamore tree in the middle of the forest.’ ‘Where do you put the people you capture and were is wise grandma’s hut.’ ‘We put prisoners right under the entrance to the left. Wise grandma is a myth but, the myth says it is under the Redwood tree in the middle of the east forest.’

“Hey, be careful on the edge there. We don’t want the wind to take you away now.” Below, I saw miles and miles of trees covered in soft white snow. The sun was setting and casting a great glow, making the snow-covered trees near the horizon look like they were on fire. “I forgot how beautiful this place is,” I said, more to myself. The wind picked up a bit, making little snow hurricanes drift around. I followed it and noticed Isaiah hovering around a tree. “What are you doing?”

The early morning mist rolled across the smooth surface of the water towards the shore. The dawn had just risen and the sun was strong enough to cast the first of its rays through the shroud of white over the surrounding hills. Clarissa raised her camera to capture the moment and rolled off another reel of film. The main focus of her attention was a large island in the middle of Goldwater Lake. The place had fascinated her since she was a child. Upon it sat an old haunted Victorian mansion, the focus of many ghost stories after the murder of a young Victorian family. The house was mysteriously hidden amidst the trees lining the shore and it was hard to capture even a glimpse of it, especiall

I feel as though I'm in the middle of nature's masterpiece. My eyes are drawn to the lush woodland that nestles within the island's heart. Towering trees reach for the heavens, their branches interwoven to form a natural canopy that filters the sunshine. The woodland oozes serenity, with dappled sunshine illuminating the emerald foliage and creating a beautiful play of shadows on the forest floor.

I only wished that in my next life, at least somehow, the Goddess of Moon wouldn't forsake me as much as she let me suffer in this life. Time passed by and soon night had come. After a long while of a journey, we entered a new place in which trees had long been withered. Not a single plant or grass could be seen standing anywhere in the place, only small and pinkish-red mushrooms growing on the trunks of the dead trees. I could only describe the place in two words. ‘Dead’ and ‘hopeless’, it gave off vibes so much similar to mine. There was also this red mist floating here and there, giving off an ominous feeling. Everyone there knew that this red mist was the cause of the death of the trees