Uprooted Novels & Stories

The Awakening of the Nodes Across the planet, the "Nodes" were waking up. In the high-rises of Neo-Tokyo, a woman who had spent her entire life as a "Data-Processor" for the Sovereign suddenly stopped. She looked at a single flower growing in a crack in the pavement—a flower that the system usually would have pruned for being "Out of Symmetry." She reached down, plucked it, and felt the velvet of the petals. She cried, not because she was sad, but because she was feeling something that wasn't shared by anyone else. It was her grief. It was her joy. It was hers alone.

"It's a death trap. Feral ghouls—junkies who went crazy from drinking unfiltered Sump water—roam those ruins. And if it's a Ministry access point, it'll have automated internal defenses." "A dungeon," Leo smiled grimly, flexing his armored hands. "Finally, something I know how to handle." "We hit the plant," Ren declared, standing up straight. "We secure the access node. We plant explosives on the Umbilical. But we don't blow it yet." Maya looked up from the medical supplies, her brow furrowed. "Why not? If it blinds them, why wait?"

"She said the only monument she needed was the fact that you can all breathe without a subscription." ​The Return to the Roots ​They lowered the casket into the dark, rich Siberian soil. As the first handful of earth hit the wood, the Heart-Tree began to pulse. ​Massive, glowing roots spiraled upward from the ground, wrapping around the casket and pulling it deep into the planetary network. It wasn't a burial; it was an Integration. Elena Vane was becoming the literal foundation of the Earth’s defense.

“This one has it too!” “This one also has it... This one has it too... Alex, all of these Undying Clan members have turned into trees after death. This... is too bizarre. I’ve never heard of such a thing, but I wonder if my grandma knows about it?” Shado said as she looked at Alex, probably implying that she needed to head back to ask her grandmother. Just as Alex was about to speak, a tree root abruptly emerged from the ground, wrapping around Shado. “Ahh!”

When the movie ended, i started to go back home but decided to ride around instead. "Just let me get outside my own head." I was constantly replaying my life over and over again. I couldn't figure out where i went wrong. Every decision i make seems to only put me back at square one. Something had to give and i mean soon. Eventually i was gone break and nobody wanted it. There was a time in my past that i every bit as grimy as my husband. He definitely didn't wanna turn me back into the old me. I thought about my girls i hadn't reached out to any of them. It was time to put my big girl panties on and deal with my own situations by myself.

]** **[VANCE GLOBAL INITIATIVE DECLARES CHAPTER 7 TOTAL LIQUIDATION. **[BILLIONS OF 'COLLATERAL' SOULS RELEASED FROM THE SHROUD.]** I stood up, my violet form flickering in the sunlight. I was a "Remainder." A piece of data that the system had forgotten to delete. I walked toward the center of the park, where a massive violet tree was growing. It was the "Anchor" I had planted. And sitting beneath the tree, holding a young girl in his arms, was a man with dark hair and deep, human brown eyes.

A violent, psychic shove. GO! The aster, roots and tiny bloom, is ripped from the sundered cliff. Not into the void. Down. Through layers of screaming rock, weeping memory-vines, gnawing void-stomachs. Down into the absolute dark. Down into the core of the Unraveler’s cell. Its perfect, malevolent negation. The roots hit the impossible, non-dimensional walls of its prison. And… pierce.

She fed it with the strength of her friends' survival. The black pool at the base of the tree began to bubble but it wasn't a hot, angry boil. It was a slow, releasing fizz, like a wound being cleaned. The thick tar began to thin, turning from black to dark brown, then to the rich, dark colour of healthy soil. The black veins receded from the land, pulling back towards the tree. The skeletal branches of the Heartroot trembled then, with a sound like a long, relieved sigh, a single, green leaf pushed its way out from a crack in the dead wood.

It is when your parents or people so close to you do not even give you a listening ear. They feel so right in everything they do. That is why so many children feel unloved and abandoned All these while I felt relaxed that my mom would hear me out but, she just disappointed me so badly. I do not think I can ever trust her and tell her anything. Ever! This would be my last mistake. After she left and went to prepare for work, I just laid in bed helplessly. I needed to get this out of me. I could not call my dad because he will not even answer my call.