The Trees Novels & Stories

It was just around eight o’clock, so we would arrive just as the mall opened. "You know what? I’d love to have something like that," I told Marius as we passed by a large expanse of land planted with narra and mahogany trees. The sight of the tall, majestic trees swaying gently in the breeze always filled me with awe. Their presence was both serene and powerful, a reminder of nature’s beauty and resilience. "Really? Why are you only telling me now?" Marius asked, amusement evident in his voice, a playful smile on his lips. His laughter was like a melody, bringing a sense of joy and lightness to the atmosphere.

"We've come this far, Eryx. Together, we can navigate this forest." Nodding in agreement, we began our journey. As we ventured deeper, the trees whispered secrets of ancient times, their leaves rustling with stories of love, loss, and redemption. Some memories resonated with us, drawing us closer, while others sent shivers down our spines, hinting at dark tales best left untouched.

her voice was shaky, scared and tears gathered in her eyes. “Don’t you recognize the trees?” Sara was equally scared and confused and quickly looked around her, almost falling with the way she jolted away if it wasn’t for the big arms securing her tightly against his chest, she didn’t see any sign of any castle though, all she saw was more trees… More trees! And not just the black trees, there were also pine trees, oak trees, and…raspberries!! Can she dare even hope? Sara asked herself, her eyes almost tearing when she, from the corner of her eye, heard the sound of the river.

Nara said smile alone. Likewise with the trees around Nara and Ardina. Trick the journey of the two girls so as not to get out of the area of ​​​​the trees. They moved quickly to change the arrangement. The biggest and shady tree again followed Nara and Ardina from behind. Nara sensed and suspected the strangeness of the trees around her. And the feeling was right. The trees were moving. When her body turned to see who was following her, the big tree was already right beside him. Very close. Nara's heart was beating very fast. Suddenly she felt scared. How not, the

The moss seemed to rise to meet my arches, soft and pulsing with a faint, bioluminescent light. ​“Elara, look at the trees,” Sasha whispered. Her voice was gaining a new resonance, a vibration that felt like a low-frequency hum in my teeth. “They aren't oak. They aren't pine. They’re… older. They’re watching us.” ​I looked. The trees here were white as bleached bone, their branches twisting into patterns that looked like ancient runes. There was no birdsong here. No crickets. Only the heavy, pressurized silence of a place that had forgotten the sun.

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. There were also powerful vines wrapped around the branches that would send a woman over the the

She rushed over and slapped me hard, pointing at the black shrouds draped throughout the house, shouting, “You little brat! Are you insane? Do you want to die? I see you’ve gone mad! “You called to curse your Grandpa into prison, and now you hang these shrouds in the house? What do you think you’re doing?” Sophia, linking her arm with Mom’s, tried to appease her. “Yes, Charlotte, you can’t be upset just because Mom and Ethan went to Moonlake with me and didn’t bring you. “Look at all this is so morbid! And cursing Grandpa… Please don’t do that. Next time, we’ll take you with us, okay? Don’t blame me. I’m sorry…”

Because the sky is overcast, and there is a sudden cool breeze in the air, it is clear that rain is approaching. The trees are really pleasant to the eyes. It's not simply the color green; it's also the metaphor. They exist in the ecosystem to serve a purpose, like providing shelter for animals or acting as a weapon against flooding. It contains the most important thing that was produced and developed to benefit humanity. That is why I feel so excited about everything about parks because if there is a park, there should be a tree. That is the reason why I always storm out of my condominium building whenever I am stressed out. I always find myself walking throu

And I stared out the window, watching everything pass by. Reed followed a winding road up a hill surrounded by trees that arched slightly over the road. The way the light hit them made them appear almost enchanted, and I pointed out the trees with curiosity. “What kind are those?” I asked, leaning forward to take in the long trunks and far-reaching branches.

The breathing in the trees grew louder. Closer. Following.