The Novel Tree Bremerton Novels & Stories

She was glad their relationship was back to a familiar and friendly warmth. When they reached the outskirts of the village, Bree felt the welcoming aroma of nature. They were walking for a while into the deeper parts of the forest, and eventually reached a beautiful spot near a watercourse. The trees were old and large, and the river was wide and wild. Her first move was to reach for the closest tree and connect with the core. That forest had suffered from the intense farming activities of the village, but was still strong, thriving besides the interference of mankind. The river that crossed it was the same they had seen cutting through the village. It also experienced the downsides of civil

Every life a story. Nova stared in awe. The tree radiated warmth. Peace. Sorrow. Love. The emotions washed through existence like waves. The Graveyard's voice softened. This is the Last Tree. Silence followed. The First Memory immediately began crying. The Witnesses stared in wonder. The Forgotten fell to their knees. Even Origin looked humbled. Nova couldn't look away. Because beneath the tree sat someone. A figure. Waiting. Watching. Smiling. The person looked ordinary. A simple traveler.

Although sunlight in excess was death, it remained essential to life. All told, the humid day provided low temperatures, bright but chilled light, and the fragrance of Brahmi, Marsh Flowers, and Water Fringe drifting in the breeze. Throughout it, all ran the mighty branches of Mother Tree, the core of every nest. Yet an unnatural reek of soured fruit reminded Bjorn that the abundance of caddisflies remained in decline. Despite all of the wonder of Cloud and Tree, something wasn’t aligned as it should.

Tomorrow evening I would be back on a miserable flight to Iowa, so I might as well make some memories while I was here. I knew that Emma would probably be exhausted from partying and everything else that goes along with a wedding night, so I just grabbed a book and headed out to the beach. It was quiet on the resort, as all the guests were sleeping off the party. A tree caught my eye as I wandered toward the water, and I went to investigate. It was a funny little tree, with bunches of beautiful five petaled flowers. I picked one blossom from a branch, and held it to my nose. It was the sweetest flower I had ever smelled. I tucked one behind my ear, feeling very pretty.

If she had to die, at least it wouldn't be from the sudden thaw. She glanced at the wolves, but they were no longer snarling. In fact, the one she thought of as the leader had backed off. He kept his eyes on her while the others wove in and out of the huge trees. Huge trees? Jasmine paused in the act of stripping off her Norwegian sweater, all the fine hairs on her body standing on end. Huge trees? There were no trees like that in Alaska. But there they were, gleaming in the light of the triple moons...