Underneath The Oak Tree Novels & Stories

hummed in her chest. “No” trembled in her head. But her feet answered for her, moving before she could talk herself out of it. They walked behind the shed toward the quiet path that led to the row of old oak trees. The sounds of volunteers softened behind them until there was nothing but the rustle of leaves and the crunch of gravel under their steps. They stopped beneath the largest oak, the one that towered over the rest like a guardian. Jaxon shoved his hands in his pockets the same habit he had when he was nervous, though he’d never admit it.

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

I got out of bed and texted Aaron to tell him to meet me on the patio. The lightning and dark clouds frightened me. Why hasn't my fear of rain overcome me, even after I've already defeated that monster? Standing on my patio under the dark sky made me so afraid that I decided to go back inside. I'll meet him somewhere else this morning. I don't think it's a good idea to wait for him on the terrace. I turned around to go back to my room. That's when my gaze fell on the oak tree. Thunder and lightning struck the oak tree, revealing a blood-stained face shining beneath it.

They walked in comfortable silence, the only sound being the rustling of leaves and the soft creaking of tree branches. Meanwhile, under the sprawling oak tree near the soccer field, Tyler's friends huddled closer, their voices barely above a whisper as they planned their next move. The darkness seemed to amplify their intentions, casting long shadows that stretched like grasping fingers. The tree's branches loomed above them, its leaves rustling ominously in the wind.

I didn’t know then if I wanted to help or hurt her, or if the difference mattered. In the end, it didn’t. When I thought of the idea for Sofia’s birthday, it was almost too perfect. Hilda would be there, and so would Ava, if I played it right. The rest was just logistics. And here we are. I reached the far side of the clearing and crouched, tracing the perimeter with my eyes. The trees here were ancient—black oak and old cedar, their roots swallowing half the ground. In the center was a depression, a kind of shallow bowl ringed by deadfall and soft moss. I checked the wind, then stepped into the open.

Its sprawling branches offered ample shade and a natural, enchanting setting for the couple's union. He called out to his loyal men, a group of trusted friends and staff members, instructing them with a warm and confident voice, "Let's set up the canopy right here, under the oak tree. Make sure it's beautifully adorned with flowers and drapes, creating a magical atmosphere for Elena and me." The men, all too eager to contribute to this special day, swiftly got to work, transforming the area under the oak tree into a fairytale-like wedding setting. They adorned the canopy with cascading flowers of various hues, adding an ethereal touch to the surroundings.

She yelled, running faster, and I smirked. “That’s if you can catch me first.” I brought my tongue out, hiding behind John, who was startled as both Alessia and I used him as our shield. **** After running around for a while, we took a seat on a bench under a large tree. According to Alessia, the tree was said to be an ancient tree that has been alive for centuries, it’s said to be associated with the moon goddess and anything you need will be given to you if you just pray and believe under it.

Omega Orien Pov I sat beneath the towering oak tree, its branches offering a shield from the gentle drizzle that fell like a curtain around me. Tenu's laughter echoed through the air, a melody that always warmed my heart. Little did I know, our love, once serene, would soon encounter a tempest that threatened to tear us apart. Riley, Tenu's closest friend, had always been a constant presence in our lives. But beneath her smiles lay a storm of emotions she hid from the world. She held affections for me that went unspoken, buried under the guise of friendship.

" Serina firmly said while Paul nodded at her, promising that this must happen, at whatever cost that hinders on the way. Then both of them walk out together from the shade of the oak tree. "It was a promise witnessed by this century-old tree." "I doubt that tree is that old." "K-Town had lots of history and myths!" "Yeah, I know...kinda weird on how non-sense some of the myths are." "The tree witnesses us, so you better do it, unless you want to be buried." Thus, the promise at the first of September started at the grass field, below the oak tree were two people that had bonded deeper than tree roots, made a promise unto one another...

It's commanding me to go straight ahead of these trees that are way too impossible! I looked around, displeased. Hopelessly looking for a way. Until I saw somethings odd below the middle huge tree, ten meters away from me. There is an unusual space beneath the tree that is almost hidden the way its roots are placed on its top. Wait, is that a... tunnel? Oh god, this is insane. Who could have thought that they could hide tunnels under a tree? Is that even possible? I started my engine and drove in as I wiped my useless question off my head. All right! Let's see how far this school can show off.