Under The Oak Tree 272 소설 & 이야기

CHAPTER 3 He led me across the lawn towards a large oak tree. My toes sunk into the soft loam of the yard, feeling the lush grass caressing my toes as I walked naked towards the tree. The boughs of the aged giant swayed across the sky as though trying to sweep the clouds away so that it could be reunited with the sun once again. “Hug the tree, slut. Your body needs to be tightly pressed against it, and your legs need to be spread.”

But the promise of answers to the issues that had been troubling me—the attraction of the unknown—was too great to fight. The old oak tree near the river stood silhouetted against the starry sky, its gnarled limbs extending like skeleton arms. I moved gingerly, my senses sharp. The soft rustling of leaves in the breeze was the sole sound; it was a comforting song that did not help me to relax. I looked about, looking for some indication of Kavan. But the place was deserted; the only observer of my covert meeting the old oak tree. I started to feel let down. Had he come to another opinion? Had he chosen not to travel?

were grouped as if telling some gossip. What the hell is with this place. Is this some kind of organization? Ugh! I can’t sit here doing nothing. I need to get out of this room. I slowly turned the doorknob and opened the door, carefully propping my head to check if anyone is there. Left and right. “Do you want something?” A robotic voice sounded from my left immediately made me jump. It scared the shit out of me that I reflexively closed the door with a bang. Didn’t I just check the left side? I leaned my head on the door before opening it again. I saw a tall, blonde woman with muscular arms standing in front of the room. “Hey~” I singsonged, “You maybe!?” “I am Oasis. You guard.” She said

“How are your quarters?” “Fine,” Yvayn stopped unpacking and looked up, “especially this view of the river.” His father walked over to the window and looked out. Evidence of the city was now gone. The riverbank was about one hundred cubits away. The shore was lined with tall ancient cypress trees. The cypress knees poked out of the black water serving as stools for the water birds and hiding places for darker creatures. The wake left by the boat scared off several birds that screamed as they flew up into the air. The trees were covered in drooping vines; giant ferns were growing along the shore. The forest was dark and full of shadows. They passed a tall old dead oak tree that was covered co

It’s like her nightmares coming to life but she took a leap and ran anyway. “Fuck!” The man kicked a tree and pulled a phone out of his jeans pocket. He was scrawny and wearing a flannel shirt and he was shivering and so was she. She was observing the man, trying to listen to what he was saying from under the tree roots that she crawled into.

he then reasoned their discussion of the King's riddle, Taye has started again, he called the King by his name and smiled, he had barely crossed two streams at this time, he was alone on such a tiny route, whistling has he walked in great elegance, fear was the last thing that will occur to him... before long he heard a sound of movements under a giant Mahogany tree, he glared at the tree, he was just at the extreme of the forest, on hearing such a weird sound, he paused, now was just in the edge of obobo forest--a forest that wears the description of a wilderness. "Let me go and check for myself, it could be that the gods

Not only is he very unpredictable, but he won’t say a word. ”He's tenacious.” Audrey bites her lower lip and finally spits out two words. Audrey takes a glance at the door and sighs. She turns to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Kai plops himself on a white sofa and takes out his phone. His eyes unconsciously light up upon seeing a certain person’s text. Oakley pushes the door, and a lot of breathtaking paintings fill his gaze. His eyes fall on the painting, and his expression becomes serene. [Two high school boys stood under the tree, one slightly tall and the other short. The short one raised his head to stare at the person while the tall one lowered his head to gaze at the shorter person, t

The good thing about being Butterfly with Carson — as I've come to enjoy — was I didn't need to any longer. Carson turned to me with a perked eyebrow. In the bright white light from the ceiling and floors I could now see the slight redness in his otherwise perfect eyes and I was glad we stopped. “Where is everyone?” I waved my hand about indicating the empty space. “Don't tell me you didn't see those cars.” Carson chuckled and drew a hand over his dark stubble, an action that made me involuntarily clench my thighs. “That. Well, you did not hear this from me, but, Jaime Crawford junior also hosts an underground and very illegal poker game every Tuesday night.”