The Tree Novels & Stories

Almost simultaneously, one fall after the other. "What's happening?" He asked the Von who's watching carefully. "The tree they just passed by is a warning that a new phase of the race has started. It's a Birch Tree." Von explained. "What's a Birch Tree?" He asked. "A Birch Tree is said to be a type of Tree from the planet once called Earth. It was described as 'a thin-leaved deciduous hardwood tree of the genus Betula, in the family Betulaceae, which also includes alders, hazels, and hornbeams.'

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She looked up and was immediately greeted by the ancient tree with voice that was hollow. "Welcome my sweet child, Mia, what brings you to me this day".Mia kept staring as her ears could not believe that she had just now heard a tree send her greetings. When it sunk in, she stood up, dusted herself and replied " Thank you O! the great Tree of Knowledge. I come with my burdens to you today. "

Every culture described a sacred tree. He had always assumed they were metaphors. Now he wasn't so certain. "What is it?" he whispered. Elias's voice carried quiet reverence. "The Witness Tree." "It remembers every Keeper." Adrian stared at the crystal-like branches. Tiny drops of light flowed through them like sap. Not upward. Downward. Toward the roots. He slowly approached the river's edge. The perfectly still water reflected the tree... But not the people standing beside it. His own reflection was missing.

“The tree stands as a human being, in other words, it explains the inner self of a person, the part which wants to remain hidden. You must have noticed the strong branches and the frail barks in the body. It means the strong branches are our outer self, that we use in our every day to day lives, to show others. But the barks, they are frail and rotting away, because of all the effort it goes through to hold the branches ahead. We never know, but the fake self that we display to the outside world, often ruins who we are in the inside, so that’s what this means. And the leaves? They just play the part to make it look more triggering.” I nod and turn pages after

The hunt was far from over. As I emerged from the forest, I spotted a majestic tree with branches that seemed to stretch out like welcoming arms. Exhaustion washed over me, my legs aching from the chase. I trudged towards the tree, my eyes fixed on its shade. Reaching the trunk, I collapsed onto the grassy ground beneath, my back against the rugged bark. I let out a deep sigh, feeling the rough texture of the tree's skin against mine.

Alastair led me toward an ancient giant tree that stood at the edge of the garden, near the woods. “At the very least, this tree is over 5,000 years old," Alastair spoke, his voice carrying a touch of reverence. "The thing is known by the name Gilgi." He continued describing the tree's features, but my attention was diverted. My fingertips grazed the bark of the tree, the texture resembling swirling water, as if the tree had risen from the depths of the earth itself. My gaze followed the intricate patterns, feeling as though I could get lost in the intricate dance of nature.

She went into her bedroom and covered herself with a blanket until she fell asleep. Sam slept soundly that night so she dreamed of the tree house again. "I'm here again." She said sadly. "What's in this tree house?" She asked. She circled around the edge of the tree house. It looks like a normal tree house when you look at it, but there is a demon in that tree house that remained alive and strong even a few decades ago, so it's amazing why it hasn't been destroyed on purpose. If you look at the tree house, it is in good condition and you can't tell how many years it has been standing. Sam stopped

The trees were so tall that they disappeared into the clouds. A divine tree in the forest had protected our village for thousands of years. The villagers would send a woman into the forest every month as an offering to the tree. The divine tree had to be watered by a woman's private fluids. If the woman didn't produce enough fluids and didn't satisfy the tree, a disaster would befall the village. It would also cause the wheat fields to shrivel up, so we would have nothing during the harvest season. According to the rumors, the tree's branches were thick and strong.

"This tree is you, Adira." I turned around completely, the tarp making a noise under my feet. "What? How?" His gaze weakened me. My resolve crumbled around me as he hummed deep in his chest. He leaned back, his long frame trying to appear at ease, but I could see how wound up he was inside. "This tree overcame fire, still alive enough to recover from the char. Sprouting seedlings from deep in its cracks. Even as pieces of it are severed, it comes back, warped. A product of its environment."