Under The Oak Tree Raw Novels & Stories

" I lifted the dead plant. The soil was bone dry, and every leaf had yellowed or fallen. I had bought that pothos on the day I moved into the new house, and Marcus had helped me water it for the first time. He had said, "Jules, this plant is like us. Once it takes root, it never moves." Roots. He had torn every one of mine from the ground.

About the oak tree in August and the specific quality of the afternoon light coming through the full canopy and the way it falls on the sidewalk below in broken pieces, all warmth and abundance, the tree is at its most generous, giving everything it has. I pick up my charcoal from the cup on the counter. Open my sketchbook. Draw while he talks. The oak tree in August afternoon light, seen through Edmund's eyes on a porch in the Tremé, was rendered in my hand in a penthouse in Manhattan. Three times removed from the original. Still true. We tell our fathers on the same day, not together, but separately. But the same day, which feels right, both of them learn on the same Thursday that somethin

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

With a gesture from Dad, I slipped behind the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, my heart pounding in sync with the unseen pulse of the night. As Dad moved stealthily through the underbrush, the air grew taut with anticipation. He emerged into a moonlit clearing, and there, amidst the haunting beauty of the woods, he confronted the unexpected source of disturbance—his best friend, Damian, the Beta of the pack. As soon as he saw that it was Damian, he breathed out a breath of fresh air. "Damian, it's you... What brought you here?" Dad inquired, the frosty breath of his words visible in the cold air. "Tonight is the Alpha's hunting day. You, of all people, know the rules. What's the meaning of

MAXINE We made our way to the old oak tree near the lake. The moon was hanging low in the sky. It cast a pale glow on the water. I could see the massive oak tree in the distance, its branches twisting like fingers. This was where it was all going to end. We reached the base of the tree. The ground beneath our feet is uneven and covered in fallen leaves. Mr. Grayson pulled out the scroll from the small box containing the last piece. He brought the other pieces from his bag one after the other.

Chapter 7 Hey guys.... from this chapter I'll be making it first point of view not third point, so please do well to Cooperate and ask questions when you do not understand. ~Reine~ The mine was hot, too hot for my liking. We sat under the small mango tree.. waiting for the machine to stabilize the ground so we'd be able to start working. I had never thought I'd be sitting under a mango tree, under the hot sun and working so hard like this. Everything seemed like a bad dream. A dream I was yet to wake up from.

“Do you want to see the oak tree? It is where most of them live too.” Rosalyn blinked. “What’s an oak tree?” I lowered my voice slightly like I was about to tell her the world’s greatest secret. “It’s a magic tree.” Her eyes widened instantly. “It is?” I nodded seriously. “It holds all the secrets in the world. Everyone tells it their secret, and it has seen so many generations and so many people, and it knows everything that is there to know.” Rosalyn gasped softly. “No way…” “And,” I added, glancing briefly at Mia before looking back at our daughter, “it’s your turn to tell the tree one of your secrets too.”

Leonardo provided. "The oak tree in the midst of the pines," Hazel muttered as a memory flashed in her mind at those words. After a few minutes of pondering, her eyes widened as she realized what the clue was. "It's the oak tree in the middle of the large pine field, horses' hooves printed on the soaked ground on a rainy day, blood-red moon. The earth has been hurt, or is Mother Moon mourning for her dead children?" she began. "While many sleep, the earth weeps. What a sorrowful night. As the unknown enemy works in the darkness of the night. Under the large oak tree lies the secret to her salvation. But then again, it also holds the power to her damnation."

But I just shrug it off. “Daddy, what’s that huge tree?” Andre voice draws Carlton’s Attention from me. All eyes trails where he’s pointing at and there’s gigantic tree at a far end of the forest. Even as we are standing up on a wooden bridge it’s still so tall and has its branch sprouting out everywhere. The tree is so magnificent and would really get anyone bedazzled. The oak tree. “That’s the oak tree.” Carlton says and someone squeals beside Andre. Griffin. Then with his eyes widen in amazement he exclaims, “The royal tree of the forest!”

Mace's jaw remained clenched, his emotions buried deep within his chiseled features. Nysaa, seated in the passenger's seat, was a stark contrast to the tension that gripped the driver. Her fiery sapphire eyes had finally given in to exhaustion, and her cherry-red lips were parted ever so slightly as she slumbered. Her short, dark brown hair framed her face in wild, untamed waves, giving her a carefree appearance, even in her sleep.