The Overstory Novels & Stories

Office Gray says, bowing slightly alongside his partner before they both walk back to their car. I stare once again at the once upon a time vibrant environment that is now clouded with smoke and darkness. A tired sigh escapes my lips when I realise that this may actually just be the beginning. I know it's weird but I just have this feeling that the worst is yet to come and the truth is, the thought of it alone scared me like nothing else.

She understood the silence, so didn’t feel the need to make small talk. They walked into the compound together. They were met by a marbled trail. The click-clack of their shoes on marble was the only audible sound. Side by side on the trail, stood hulking green ash trees. Their branches sprung out in diverse directions, providing ample shade and giving an eery feel to the trail. The bleak atmosphere made Clarissa pensive. Osward home always gave her the creeps. She couldn’t imagine staying here for the rest of her life. Even the façade she would put on here was just for Chance. All for Chance, she thought.

The rest surveyed the surroundings, terra walked forwards and stopped at a vine covered wall, if she was not mistaken, this was the path to vulpix. Terra lit the vines on fire and waited for it to burn up, except that was the problem, it did not burn. She felt it and recognized the flow of energy in it, it was enchanted. The rest moved closer, "What is it?" Zarae asked, "The vines, they are enchanted," she replied, "Why would someone enchant a bunch of vines surrounding a forest?" Sorrena said, Terra sighed and gave her a sour look, right now she was on edge, the wolf girl only pushed her the more,

he teased. I scoffed, turning my attention to our surroundings rather than looking at the screen. It was a clear night with a starry sky. The guys had set up the projector so that the movie was playing onto a large white sheet. I was seated on the patio couch beside Ryan while Alec hung out in an arm chair to my left. The blue and orange flames danced wildly across the glass stones as the wind began to pick up around us.

Like breathing. After twenty minutes, the lab feels warmer. Calmer. The beginning of a small woven panel starts forming beneath my hands. This is how stories begin in fabric. Thread by thread. Memory by memory. I'm so focused I don't hear the door open. But I feel it. That strange sensation of being watched. I look up. And freeze. Standing in the doorway—coat damp from rain—is Adrian Hale. For a moment neither of us speaks. The fluorescent light above us flickers slightly.

Her POV Provi walked up ahead of me and held my hand as we climb the stairs. Upon reaching the landing, we leaned on the ledge of the balcony and looked out at the sea. It was too bright because the sun had long time risen. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and showed me an App. "Look, it is low tide already. If we go to the water now, it will be far off shore." "And the sun will scorch our skin!" I completely agreed it wasn't a good time to go near the beach.

Well, I just want to and I don’t know why but it’s my decision and I should own it. I reached the company and of course I have been here before because of the interview. This company is forty-five floored and the highest one is of boss and mine too, now. The most amazing fact about Alexie group of company is that they give the best of best to employs and every year an employ gets to go to two tours around the world to get experience in new companies and the bill is all on company. I might sound like I am fangirling which is true since I am fangirling and this place is amazing with all the glass exteriors and now, I am late.

This had once been the place where our love first took root, but time had passed, and so many things had faded that I could barely remember them anymore. Following June's final wishes, I found a grove of poplar trees and erected a nameless gravestone for her there. Back when we first arrived in the desert, I remembered June making a vow. She said she would one day cover this barren land with greenery and life. And this grove of poplars had been planted by our own hands. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but green. But I no longer had the heart to stay and admire the scenery.

"Out! Both of you!" Seeing my bloodshot eyes and hysterical state, Philip opened his mouth to say something. But in the end, he just guided the crying Jane out the door. The corridor was now empty. I leaned against the cold wall, letting my tears fall freely. I didn't know how long I stayed there, waiting. Finally, Dad rushed in. And finally, the OR light went off. … Third-Person POV On the wedding day, the sun was shining brightly. Philip walked into the office as usual.

The dawn broke cold and sharp, with a frost that glittered on the edges of pine needles like tiny diamonds. I stood on the ridge overlooking Ashfang’s camp, the air still and heavy as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Below, the pack stirred slowly—wolves stretching, noses twitching, voices muted by the weight of what had come before.