The Trees Novels & Stories

– 49, 50. Extreme care had been taken when planting the trees, they were in rows separated by species. It wouldn't be difficult to bring sick trees back to life. - 1, 2, 3… 49, 50 apple trees. 1, 2, 3… 49, 50 peach trees. Strange. – he looks at the men who are still looking at him and calls. - One of you, come here please. The oldest of the 6 advances.

The trees were huge and most of them formed canopies that blocked out the sun during the day and the moon at night. There was undergrowth too, flowers of all kinds. The scenery was so captivating, one could literarily spend a lifetime doing nothing but admiring it. There were many Fir and Cedar trees all around. Black cherry, Beech, Elm, and sycamore were all around too. The flowers were countless as they were beautiful and their beauty would rival Snow White in all her elegance. To say this forest was cut out of utopia would be an understatement. The colors all fell in line as though rhythmically. Sheila had gone on taking a picture every here and there. She

We were a medical college, not a military bunker. ​"We don't need masks," I said, stepping into the center of the quad. I looked up at the trees, at the silver-leaved oaks that were vibrating with the heartbeat of the world. "The trees are part of us now. They don't just breathe; they filter."

"If we stay here we will drown. We have to reach the center of the forest. If the trees can grow maybe they can fight back." They swam through the hole in the wall. They pushed against the water. The gravity machine was still working in reverse. It helped push them. They burst through the ground. Breathed the fresh air of the forest. The scene above was like a war. The giant trees were using their vines like whips. They slapped at the shark-machines flying out of the water wall. The pods on the branches were glowing gold. They could feel the danger. "June look there " Patience pointed.

a panicked voice came. “The trees, aaah!” branches cracked as they moved “It’s the forest spirit!” another urgent voice cried out. “Get us out, someone help!” that voice sounded like it was suddenly cut out by something then silence. I was still shocked looking at the trees bent in a very delicate way as if there were woven together. Creating a barrier that protected us.

she said, her voice pulling me back to the present. I blinked, disoriented. The world outside had changed dramatically. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving us enveloped in twilight. The trees around us were colossal, their thick trunks and sprawling branches forming a dense canopy that blocked out what little light remained. The headlights of Kate’s car cast long, eerie shadows, barely cutting through the darkness. I had never seen trees like these before—ancient, towering sentinels that seemed to guard the forest's secrets. “This is the Ancient Woods Pack?” I asked, my voice filled with awe and disbelief.

I can start to hear the rumbling of trucks coming from a distance. I wait to see if my trap for that zone has worked. BOOOM Lewana mind-links me. "What was that? Them or us?". I chuckle. "That was us Moonlight. We are a fully functioning farm, so lots of fertilizer gets wet and needs to be written off the books". Knowing that side is safe. I focus on the North West. I watch the tree line and notice the unnatural rustling of the trees. Every tree is moving with more force than the last time we saw them. We all brace ourselves as they come into view.

My eyes must appear ridiculous with shock because the two men look over at me and begin to laugh. “Oh sweetie,” Patrick reaches over and pats me on the shoulder. “I forgot that you are new to these parts. These trees," He raises his hands in emphasis, rotating his wrists, "Are some of the oldest trees in the world,” he explains. "While many of these right near us are smaller because they were logged a hundred years ago and had to grow back, there are still some mostly untouched parts of the great forest. We call them the "giants" because they are massively wide and tall," he explains. "But like all living things, they too eventually die. And when they do, they come tumbling down. Occasionall

She stepped closer to the forest. "...your purpose has simply grown." Silence. The words settled among the branches. Like seeds searching for soil. The child laughed softly. "Trees understand growing." Harbor chuckled. "They simply need someone to remind them." For the first time... A tiny green shoot emerged from the bark of one of the ancient black trees. It was almost invisible. Yet every tree in the forest felt it. The ancient face stared in disbelief. "Impossible..." The newly named man smiled warmly. "No." He touched the rough bark with gentle fingers.

Chapter two: The Dense trees loom overhead and the air carries a damp, earthy scent. As I rush deeper and deeper into the woods, a sense of unease creeps up my spine. The towering trees cast long, eerie shadows that dance and sway with the gentle breeze. Each rustle of leaves or snap of a twig sends shivers down my spine, making me hyper-aware of my surroundings.