Uprooted Novels & Stories

She hadn’t tested it out yet. Walking to the tree, Oritha grabbed the trunk as much as she could and squatted, preparing the lift the tree up. If her giant bloodline was as powerful as it mentioned in the stats, she should be able to lift the tree and use it as a potential weapon. Although Zen had a feeling the Amazonian might be able to uproot a redwood tree, seeing it happen was still a different feeling. Despite Oritha’s grunting, the redwood tree slowly but surely loosened from the ground. Any birds or squirrels sleeping on the tree that Oritha uprooted quickly fled as the tree swayed dangerously. However, more surprisingly, the game prompted Oritha to cho

Wait, I think I'm going to throw up ughh. I was about to stand up and I looked at myself and I have no clothes on. Literally nothing, not even my shorts, completely naked! Well, I do have fine lines, not stretch marks I don't have those. I looked on the other side to find my clothes and it was there.... right on top of someone. That someone is right beside me and it's a GUY! His back was facing me and why does he have no shirt on? Does he have no shorts on? Wait let me.... No no no Dianna stay away, don't look. Just take the clothes hurry and go.

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I had already lost my parents to the cold hands of death, I wouldn't be able to survive it if anything happens to my brother too. I gave up on calling him and threw the phone on the bed. Climbing down from the bed, I made my way out of the room toward the kitchen. When I got there, I went straight to the fridge and opened it to take a bottle of water. I rested my back on the counter as I opened the bottle and downed the entire content in one go.

“We are not taking. The Tree is cleaning. The water is more, not less, but it runs slower through the roots. So it looks like less at first.” Hinge pulses, as if agreeing, and sends a cool feeling through the crown that I translate without meaning to: Slow water stays longer. Lyana writes that down: Slow water stays longer — yes. Second item. The two scientists from Iron Root, who now live in the old office and teach numbers with Mara, want to plant the bad soil they brought from Pittsburgh in a contained plot, to see if Hinge can teach other cuttings how to keep story without poison. Mara looks at Hinge. Everyone looks at Hinge. That is new. People used to look at me or Draven or Wrath when

The white obelisks in Earth’s orbit didn't feel surprise. They didn't have souls to process the impossible. But as the planet beneath them transformed into a colossal, glowing golden forest of world-spanning roots, their internal logic processors hit a catastrophic recursive loop. "ERROR. DATA RESTORATION DETECTED. SOURCE: PRIMORDIAL WORLD TREE. FORMATTING FAILED. INITIATING PHASE TWO: PHYSICAL DISMANTLING."

looked at it four minutes ago and left me on completely read. ​A wave of intense, hot embarrassment flooded from the tips of my toes straight up to my ears, turning my cheeks a deep, frantic crimson. ​Please open the floorboards and let me slide directly into the campus sewage system. I want to disintegrate. I want to pack my pastel pink pillows, get back in my mom's car, and move back to Brookhaven where the boys are predictable and the social stakes don't make you want to pass out. I have been left on read by a verified sophomore. The universe is officially over.

We cursed at each other non stop. Long minutes passed and we both relentlessly threw insults at each other. Alex was petty, and so was I—no one was willing to let the other win the argument. More minutes passed and Alex decided to be the bigger person. “You better be careful not to ruin the lives of men that have dedicated the entirety of their being to you just because you hold a grudge against your parents and yourself. That self loathe and self destructiveness shouldn’t be the reason you make mistakes that couldn’t ever be reversed.”

MACEY I woke up the next morning with that restless energy that refused to let me linger in bed. My phone sat beside me, buzzing occasionally with notifications I didn’t want to check. I swiped it off and just let it die quietly in the corner. Today, I decided I needed a reset. A full, deep breath away from my apartment, from the office, from everything that had made me feel… small lately. By a last-minute impulse, I decided to head to my parents’ house. Maybe some time with them would distract me and remind me of simpler days, before deadlines and bosses and… Damien.