Uprooted Novels & Stories

I would fight to make sure my little girl didn’t have to grow up without me. I clawed at the walls, searching for purchase. The muddy dirt broke apart in large chunks, coating my hands in brown, with dirt collecting under my fingernails. I wouldn’t give up. I kept clawing. And then, finally, I gripped something solid. It was a tree root, uncovered by the dirt clumps falling away. I grabbed it with both hands and began to slowly pull myself out. It was difficult work. My feet, with no footholds, were basically useless. I had to climb entirely with my upper body strength.

Thorne: It had been five years since the death of his mom and abduction of his mate, and just as he had spent every evening since her funeral, Thorne stood before at the tree planted where his mother was buried, in her honor. The tree, a sturdy silver oak, stands tall and proud, its bark shimmering with a soft, ethereal glow. Despite being only five years old, it has grown remarkably fast, its branches stretching towards the sky like outstretched arms, providing a canopy of shade and comfort. The leaves, a vibrant green, rustle softly in the breeze, releasing a gentle whisper of wisdom and peace.

she says carefully, and I watch the massive man step closer to the yellow force field. "Mangogs have terrible eyesight. They use vibrations to locate targets. It works wonders on their sand-covered planet. But on ground like this, they are at a disadvantage. I was never in any danger, Krystal. I...I...need you to trust that I will protect you. Don't do anything like that again," Burk whispers, and I watch as embarrassment covers my friend's face.

It was a life of subtraction, where I had stripped away everything that wasn't essential until only the truth remained. We sat there until the moon climbed high, casting a pale, ethereal light over the orchard we had planted. The saplings were still small, but they were there, and they would grow. They were our promise to the future, a future that didn't need to be managed or outrun, but lived.

"If we stay here, we are sitting ducks for the next 'Solution'. We have to go to the source of the Signal." "The Dead-Zone?" Eryx’s jaw tightened. "That’s 'No-Wolf’s Land,' Darlene. The Council stripped the life from that soil decades ago to build their relay stations. There's no Marrow there. No Pack-Bond. If we go there, we are Digitally Isolated." "Then we bring our own Marrow," I declared. I walked to the Marrow-Oak and did something I had never dared before. I didn't just commune with the tree; I Accessed the Root-Directory. I reached into the ancient, violet-gold sap and I Extracted a Fragment.

But right now, when he needed his father's influence the most, his father dearest had backed away, causing him to mentally writh in abandonment. When the conflict, downstairs, didn't seem to be ending any soon, Edward let out a sigh and got up. Dumping the empty bottle of liquor inside the dumpster, he rubbed his hands over his face to clear bit of alcoholic effects that could indicate he had been high on drugs from past one week, before he exited the room.

Suddenly, I am small again, locked in the dark room and starved for a day because I refused to shake the hand of a guest. Suddenly, I am small again, and I remembered the vow I made to myself—when I grew up, I would escape. I won’t need anyone to give me my food. I won’t belong to anyone. I will get my own food. My own place. I am nineteen now. Five months away from becoming twenty. I am a grown-up, and somehow, I don’t have my own fucking sandwich. 7 continents, 195 countries. Still, I don’t have a place to stay.

Mom whispers, and I cry even more. Being Harvested was the best thing that ever happened to me. THE END. CHECK OUT FIADH'S STORY- ABANDONED Book 3, Protected, is now in the making