Under Oak Tree Novels & Stories

The oak tree stood on a gentle rise beside the fast-flowing river, its thick branches spreading over the valley like a giant canopy. Snow covered the grass below, turning the small valley into a white blanket. The river rushed over the small rocks, sending a constant roar through the otherwise peaceful landscape, while the natural fountains spilled clear water from the rocky edges farther along the bank. The winter sunlight filtered through the bare branches, making the snow sparkle whenever the clouds shifted. We spread a large picnic mat underneath the oak tree, gradually covering half of it with snacks. There were sandwiches wrapped in paper, packets of crackers, sliced apples, cookies, s

After he ate and had some coffee, he headed to Walmart to look for a small tree and some other decorations. ************************* Quinn had never thought of himself as a dragon person, but when he was on the internet, he ran across Treasured OOAKS and found a dragon that called to him. It was silver gray with green eyes and a green tail. The bark-like skin made him think of the willow tree. The tail branched out like the willow tree’s branches. Quinn had to have one for his tree, so he ordered two, one for his place and one for Willow to put in her house.

Then Amber felt it too. “What is that?” “I think the tree is trying to communicate with us.” “What?” Amber looked shocked. “Let’s just go see.” Isabella continued up to the top and stood under the tall oak. She looked at the leaves and half rotten acorns around its base. “It’s a black oak.” She whispered to Amber. “How can you tell?” “You have to look at the leaves and the acorns. Those are black oak leaves and acorns.” “Okay.” Amber looked up at the tree.

I’m below a tree, an oak tree. The realization sends a shot of sobering adrenaline through me, and my mind emerges from the haze—it’s not just any oak tree. It’s our oak tree! I’m laying at the tunnel entrance, but how did I get here? Who brought me here? Why am I naked? Why can’t I move?

As soon as the car stopped rolling, Dominic gave Leesa a quick thumbs up—the signal they had agreed on that she should proceed as planned. She grabbed the ivory box from her bag and got out of the car. After waiting for a truck to flash by, she hurried across the road and found the spot Dominic had described to her. The old oak tree—almost twice as thick as any of its neighbors—was just barely visible from the highway. Its gnarled branches spread wide in every direction, and Leesa could imagine the huge canopy of shade they would provide when the leaves grew back. She imagined the tree had probably been left standing sometime far back in the past while its neighbors were felled for lumber an

I go until I’m far above the ground, far enough that looking straight down leaves me feeling dizzy. Don’t look down, don’t look down. I tell myself and look straight ahead. I’ve wrapped my arms around the tree trunk and I’m gripping tight. It’s some kind of oak tree, with large wide branches and a sturdy trunk. It’s thick with leaves in midsummer and they rustle gently in the light wind. Below is the hard baked ground and a little way away, the pool that comes down from the waterfall before the river rushes away through the forest.

Wearing a white dress, ending just above my knees, I went out of the house and locked it, so that I can peacefully enjoy my book under the oak tree. That oak tree has always been a special place of mine. It gives me a sense of tranquility whenever I lay my back on its trunk while words flowed from my book towards my brain. I've read that an oak tree is one of the most loved trees in the world. It represents strength, morale, resistance and knowledge. It is also a symbol of honor, nobility and wisdom due to its size and longevity. The sky was bright, but the rays of the sun weren't that harmful even though it's summer already. There were a few clouds up in the never-ending sea of blue. In fro

Large ancient oak trees worked as astute wardens, encircling the field and providing a sense of protection and obscurity, as well as a nice area for any creatures to rest undisturbed but yet dangerous. His cap snagged on branches as he soared past the oak tree, darting around the birch trees' delicate black and white trunks. He came to a complete stop a meter away from the oak, but they were nowhere to be found. He took a cautious tour around the tree, his little feet stumbling over the awkward roots. He secretly hoped they were simply hiding, ready to burst forth with laughter and startle him. He shuddered. Obligichaun looked again, but the forest was empty.

Of course, they did not hear anyone talking because it was Nero who spoke. [Ohh??? So the tree can understand me???? Great! Hi there Old Oak...] Hearing someone calling him Old Oak as if they were old acquaintances, the talking oak tree harrumphed in displeasure. Old Oak?! Old Oak your head!!!! I might be old but I'm still more than capable to smash you into smithereens if you dare show disrespect to me!

There she was. Sat on a bench alone under an oak tree. There were three or four students loitered in Freedom park, most of the students must have gone home. A lot of oak trees were planted in this park that gave comforting shade to the students. Birds chirped transferring from one tree to another. Some of the trees were planted for almost a hundred years now. Orange clouds now appeared in the sky and the grayness of the area was illuminated faintly with the lamp posts.