Uprooted Novels & Stories

—designed to dissolve the Sombra’s obsidian-hard structural walls. Avery Vane-Thorne stood at the edge of the Detroit ruins, watching the "Frontier of the Green." In the span of a single afternoon, a patch of violet moss the size of a city block turned grey and brittle. Beneath it, the "Old Soil" was erupting. It was as if the Earth was performing a "Somatic Purge." Thousands of dormant seeds—some having waited decades in the parched, shadowed ground—were suddenly activated by the chemical shift.

I could feel my shirt slowly start to drip my blood that’s been soaking my shirt from my now open fresh wound. Luna didn’t notice. “We can stand here for hours, you and me, or we can sit here until you decide what you want to do,” I added as the evergreen trees around us started to get blurry. “No matter how worthless you think you are, or what actions you take...Luna, you and I are a team. I’m not letting you break that promise no matter what happens.” “When I made that promise I didn’t know I would-“

The air here was different—freer, colder, quieter. This was my sanctuary. Hidden. Protected. Isolated. I pulled into the small clearing and parked, the gravel crunching under the tires. Stepping out, I inhaled deeply, letting the crisp air ground me. My mind was still racing with possibilities—dangerous ones. Theories that would shatter everything we’ve ever known about mate bonds, power, death, and connected souls. Everything The door opened with a soft chime after I keyed in the security code. Inside, the space was spotless. The maid had clearly been here. I tossed my jacket onto the couch and headed upstairs, kicking off my shoes as I went.

“I can smell dead plants and mud. I can feel the roots of trees or hedges or something dangling from the roof.” “What kind of trees?” “I don’t know.” “Get up. Feel the roots, smell them.” I stand up, bumping my head painfully hard against the roof of the enclave they’re holding me in. Clumps of dirt and mud rain down on me, but I ignore it as I reach up to feel the roots. “I don’t think they’re very deep. Thick roots, but spread out. I don’t know.” I stand on my toes to smell it, concentrating on the roots and the tree above. “I’m not sure. It smells kind of…citrusy.”

She answered and I knelt to get a closer look at my puppies, but I didn't touch them. "Hey, do you still recognize me? I think you don't. Hi, Potter! Hey, Harry! I missed you, dudes! You are adults now, huh?" I talked to my golden retrievers and I got surprised when they wiggled their tails as they whimpers. Damn, that means they still know me. --- "I clean this room every week. And, I water your tree regularly but it is still small. It's not growing, Hija." Letty uttered as we stepped inside my room, and yes, indeed, my tree doesn't grow quickly. It's a bonsai.

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“So tell me about yourself, Bryan; I only know you as a very serious person who smiles once in a while. Bryan gave me a soft giggle. “I’m a young man in my late 30s. I am the CEO of a big and successful firm. I lost my fiancée seven years ago. We were planning our wedding when she suddenly died in a car crash. Her death took a toll on me. I mastered the act of detachment because, after she died, I became scared of coming close to people because of the fear that they would die and leave me. I was depressed for years and I couldn't look at any other woman. But thankfully, I started therapy, and I was able to see the one thing that was standing right in front of me that I didn't notice.

She found it astonishing what a stupid nature of cravings she methodically nurtured and called them hobbies. When she would think she needed a little stretch from her overworking, she would simply stand up and walk down to the garden. Never minding gloves that separated her skin from the damp chilly texture of soil, she ignored the gazes of family members and servants as they passed by. Focusing on digging the plant out and burying its roots back again.

The Tree began to move back toward him. Rising Void felt cold sweat trickling along his back and channeled a huge amount of the True Energy in his body before eventually managing to pull the Divine Tree back toward him for a bit. In this manner, the Tree shook here and there under the influence of their energies, almost half of its roots having left the earth by now. Obviously, it was not going to be able to withstand their pulling for much longer, and it was going to be completely uprooted soon. There also seemed to be strange noises coming deep from beneath the ground.

"All right. On three. One. Two. Three." They groaned and hoisted the tree up, moving it into the truck as pine needles littered the ground. It took a few tries to get it in the truck right, and by the time they were done, Marc was itching and sweaty. He glanced to their left to see another family getting a tree, but a worker in a machine was lifting it into the truck for them. "Really?" Marc put his hands on his hips and gave Jake a pointed look. "We don't need no help. We're men. Well, we are. You're still a boy." Drake clamped his hand down on Marc's shoulder.