Vines Quotes Novels & Stories

"But seriously, what do you think? This is important." "Alright, let me think," he says, pretending to ponder the question with great seriousness. "On the one hand, grape is the classic choice, but on the other hand, strawberry might add a touch of sophistication to this otherwise utterly bizarre concoction. And as for apricot… well, that's just pure madness." "Vincent!" I exclaim, unable to suppress a laugh at his mock seriousness. "This is not the time for your comedy routine! I need an answer!"

I said with a forced smile. She frowned. “What are you talking about? I didn’t drop anything.” I put my hands on her shoulders. “No. Mom. It’s just a funny phrase from a vine.” “What vine? I didn’t drop a vine!” Her voice started rising and I was losing patience. My jerk of a brother just stood there with his fist shoved to his mouth as I dealt with our mother. “A vine is a funny video, but Twitter discontinued the app,” I explained helpfully, trying to move her slowly into the current decade.

I followed her line of sight but saw nothing. Vines rose up from the floor and wrapped around the air. Violet’s arm pulled backwards, bringing the vines closer. A pained grunt was heard, making me realize that it was actually someone that we couldn’t see. “Pull your gift back or else these vines will turn into wolfsbane. Now, that’s some pretty painful shit from what I’ve heard. You have fifteen seconds to decided,” Violet told the invisible person. To make her point and psych out whoever the fuck it was, a new vine appeared as the seconds ticked by.

She replies. “We have the next month and two weeks to find out exactly who Vine is and what makes her Vine.” He says. “Well what about you?” she asks. “I am Nate, fun, curious, confident, you name it.” He replies with a smile on his face. “What makes you who you are?” “My confidence, mu vigour, my brains,” he replies with a smile “my goodlooks.” Vine chuckles. “Come on! I’ve caught you staring.” He exclaims.

Marth took a deep breath and said, "It looks like we're just trash. Are those vines actually sentient? They know how to deal with the most difficult ones first. After that, both of us won't be able to run away. The vines are completely ignoring us. They're all only attacking Fane!" When he said that, he paused for a moment. He widened his eyes as if he just remembered something.

Lucy listened intently, her eyes shining with fascination. “You talk about this the way some men talk about love,” she teased. Gabriel stopped, looking at her with surprising seriousness. “It is love, Lucy. Love and loss. These vines survive storms, droughts, winters that threaten to kill them. But every year, they bloom again. They remind me that survival is possible. That beauty can return even after destruction.” Her chest tightened at his words. She realized he wasn’t just talking about grapes. He was talking about them about her.

He was so pissed he couldn’t form coherent sentences. He pointed at Vines, fed up.“What do you want me to say? If you’d only budge a little bit, do you think you’d still be stuck here without a single work to your name? If you’d just change that temperament of yours, do you think you’d be troubled to buy something like a computer? You… miserable old coot!” Vines smiled and didn’t take his words seriously. He stretched and said mildly, “Have someone bring the computer over. I need it before four o’clock.”

After a few minutes, she raised her head and looked at me as she answered, "He said, behind these vines since he said that it could not be found easily because the way was covered with vines." I nodded my head as I asked hesitantly while pointing my finger at the vines in front of us, "You mean, these vines?" She nodded her head and answered with hesitation as well, "I think so too, but we will never know unless we try." I heaved a sigh at this and looked at her in the eyes as if telling her that everything would be alright. She nodded her head again as she hummed in response, so I cocked my head to the side as a signal that we needed to do something.

“It has thorns.” My eyes turned red; then I looked up; as he said, the entire vines were covered with a layer of thorns about 1 cm long. “What should we do now?” My voice choked. Brian is still very calm and in the mood to tease me. “According to nature, if this vine breaks, we are finished.” I whimper, clutching his shirt. "I told you to let me go." Brian was silent momentarily, then glanced at me, his voice expressionless. “If you repeat stupid things, I will...” Immediately his hand loosened slightly.

Some were ridiculous. Then it got to us. Ivy’s turn. She straightened her spine. “I talk to my plants. I name them and talk to them. Out loud. Like, conversations.” The group aww’d. I just smirked. “Do the plants talk back?” “Only when I’ve had wine.” Laughter rippled around the circle. Then all eyes turned to me. I should’ve played it safe. Should’ve said I used to steal candy bars as a kid or that I’m afraid of clowns. Something harmless.