Under The Oak Tree -- Read Novels & Stories

We sat there under the oak tree as the sun continued its descent, and I let myself exist in this moment without thinking about anything else. For now, this was enough.

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

The garden is quiet. The oak tree stands. The shoots are green. "Damon." "Laura." "Are you serious." "I have never been more serious about anything in my life." "You are asking me to marry you." "I am." "On the bench." "On the bench." "In the garden." "In the garden." "Under the oak tree." "Under the oak tree." "With the roses coming back." "With the roses coming back." I look at him. He looks at me. The world holds its breath.

Oak never thought, he would become this much weak to a point where he started crying embarrassingly. He cried until he felt a little relieved. Then he closed his book and stood up from the chair. He went to his bed and lied down. Again he was thinking about the memories he shared with Phet. Phet told him, he would wait for him but he moved on so fast. Oak couldn't help but shed more tears and wipe them away furiously.

The night was dark and cold as the crickets in the night only made the sound out of the silence of the vast dark woods. Kael was holding the rope of the horse following them while Luna was carrying a small torch. She led him towards the big tree up ahead. Kael saw a thick rope hanging on the branch of the tree. He looked up and noticed that the tree was alive not like the rest of the trees in the dark woods and the branches above rose a little higher than the dead trees. The big tree has a dark and oaky wood. The leaves were big and rose above the branches.

now, thankfully Oasis is really great at hiding her existence. I think I will like her. I would have liked her better if she had answered all of my queries. My sister is the best sister you could find in the whole world. Even though she doesn’t share her problems which I wanted her to, she would listen to ours, and wiggle out a suitable solution. Why wouldn’t she share her problems? I sighed again. Well the best thing that had outcome through this mess is that we are living in the same house right now. That i need to thank him. I looked outside the corridor window, a group of children were playing , running around. Some were dragging logs of wood and back. My eyes widened when I saw them ca

I lived just across the creek. Then, I saw the children playing. Near them, there was a puddle that starts to recede at the edge of the river. With their snot dangling, they cheerfully played partially naked under the umbrella of the cherry tree. Indeed, the night before, the rain fell heavily. But then, it was the sun that does not want to lose to show off its power.

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.

There was somebody underneath OUR tree. The tree that Nana and Papa called symbol of their love. It will be mine one day... and I will care for OUR tree... Oaktree. The tree was here before Papa brought the land. The government was distributing land at a very low rate on the side of the hill, so Papa seized the opportunity without asking his angry parents. This is a euphemism because it was on the schedule area with few local tribes nearby to communicate. This is how Nana and Papa meet.

Robert replied. The high beams cut through the dust on the road. Kat could see the drive was lined with thick trees. “It is going to be impossible to find Jude in here if he wonders off.” She glanced worried at Robert and back at the barbequed covered boy. “Don’t worry babe. There’s a gate around the property itself.” He rubbed her shoulder. “Well this isn’t creepy or anything.” Ray snarked. “Its only creepy because its dark RayRay. Things always look different in the dark. It’s just new, new always feels uncertain, until it’s not new anymore.” Kat smiled back at Ray through the rear view.