Under The Oak Tree Free Novels & Stories

the rest of us echoed. Mr Thompson nodded and stood up. "Alright, now that the song's out of the way, I think it’s time for the gift exchange.” He motioned for everyone to begin, and we all reached for the piles of gifts stacked neatly under the tree. Finally, it was my turn. I reached for one of the smaller packages with a card attached to it and peeled back the paper. My eyes widened in shock, and my jaw dropped. Inside the box was a pair of sleek, black, lacy panties… the kind of thing you’d never expect to see under a Christmas tree.

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End

Then he crouched and unwrapped the larger one. The painting was larger than I had expected. Two feet by three, oil on canvas, the tree in three-quarter view against a particular quality of afternoon sky — the kind of sky that was specific to the San Gabriel Valley, clear and high and pale at the horizon. The tree itself was a California oak, old, its crown spreading in the way of something that had decided long ago to take the space it needed.

Most striking is the tree's response—its leaves shiver and rustle though no wind stirs them, branches bending subtly toward Maris as if straining to hear her better. I pause at the clearing's edge, unsure whether to interrupt what appears to be a private communion. But as I watch, thin tendrils of golden energy flow from the tree into Maris's palms, spiraling up her arms like living vines before disappearing beneath her skin. The sight is both beautiful and unsettling. Before I can retreat, Maris speaks without turning. "The oak remembers when this land was ocean floor." Her voice carries easily across the clearing. "Its roots touch water that hasn't seen sunlight in ten thousand years."

Seeing that I stayed silent, Flora carefully took my hand and said, "Vincent, I know I messed up. Listen to me. Don't stay here anymore. Come home with me. I've really missed you these past few years. I know you have a grudge against me. I was too ignorant back then and too afraid to admit how I felt about you, and I chose Sean instead. I've realized how badly I messed up. "We're not related by blood, but I was just too much of a coward to take that step and admit what we really are. I understand now. We grew up together, and we have always been by each other's side. Since we don't have any blood ties, we are the ones who should be closest in this world. "I love you. Come back with me, okay?

I told her and she nodded and followed behind me. We drove all the way to the northern end of the pack and got out of the car before walking into the forest, and not long after we got into the thick forest, we sighted her all-green painted house. I stared at Lena. "Are you scared?" I asked her but she didn't have anything to say. "You know you can't be. You suggested this shit. Better pray it works." I warned and she stared down at the grass. The moment we got to the entrance of her house, I paused to look around and then I stared at Lena. "Stand here and keep an eye on the forest," I ordered, and walked in only to meet Witch Ian in the middle of a ritual.

“Alright! Alright! My bad! I know you don’t do your niece! That’s completely incest!” The girl laughed as she received a stern look from Silas. I bowed my head. I just looked at the noisy dry leaves whenever I stepped on them. Do they have a relationship? The girl was just laughing at his irritability. They seemed used to each other. “What tree is this?” I asked while touching the big tree we stopped at. “Oak tree,” the girl replied shortly and stood beside me. We were out of the forest, but this area still seemed to belong to the homeowner. There was not a single person in sight, and only one type of tree was planted. The environment here is pure green—with dark green grass, big oak trees,

That's some guts! "You know..." She was still talking when she noticed the spotlight fall on a tall, cool ivory-skinned, handsome hunk with a light auburn hair packed in a neat high bun who was standing on the well decorated podium which was 4 feet higher than the floor where Jessica and every other guest of the party was and immediately, Katherine could tell he was the Lycan King even though he wasn't dressed like royalty at all as he wore denim jeans and a black T-shirt which seemed to be missing a few buttons at the top.

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.

Iditan added. Still captivated by the unusual soft countenance on Iditan’s face, I reclined back against the Oak tree which seemed not to posses the hardness of a normal tree, waiting for her to tell the story. The trunk of the tree was soft and comfortable, adding to the serenity. “Iditan…” I called softly as she took her time, curiosity to know more about this protector Oak tree which could seemingly make one at ease and free of worries getting the best of me.