Trees Stories

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One Year after Vietnam war victory for the Americans. President Ford assigned Army Captain Thomas Sweet Jr, a war hero and 2 times medal of honour, to recuse the American POW as the south Vietnam won't allow to get them back and lead and command a rescue unit. He wants his cousin, Joe Bunny, a retired army Lieutenant, back to the army to help him recuse the American POW. Joe doesn't want to go back as his lost his leg in the war that was pointless and getting PSTD. At the same time, Tom get his old comrades and brothers in arms members to his rescue army unit and mentor a young soldier who is Tom's decreased sergeant's son. After many consideration, Joe managed to join Tom and the unit for the last time, only to save the POW and to make Tom happy. Can they survive for the second round of going back to Vietnam to save the American POW? Sequel to the Brothers in Arms Set in 1974 Published in 2025.

"Once you are lost in the Forest, you are lost Forevermore." Lily had heard the stories, the fables, the lullabies, and so on, but she still doubts they were anything more than just that: stories. There was a forest out there, full of beautiful things, she's sure, and yet, no one ever wants to go there. The only thing separating her from the wilderness was the door and her Mother, and Lily's sure Mother won't come back in a while, so why not explore while she gets the chance? And that was when she learned something was very, very wrong. (Lily has been eight for a long time.)

In Dharampur, a visionary scientist builds a seed vault to save humanity-only to awaken a fusion of AI and bioengineered life that decides Earth must be saved from humans. As nature reclaims control, one scientist must teach mercy to a mind that has already surpassed it.

I could feel the dried leaves crunch under my toes. The woods may have looked the same to someone else, but I knew where I was going. I always knew where I was going. I could feel my breath being exhaled every time I stretched my legs to run farther. Run, run, run. My dark long, brown, curly hair was being fluttered by the wind and I loved the feeling of it being whipped in the air. Almost there. I could almost see it. Oh the air smelled so enticing here. I felt as if I could do anything. My feet were so use to the Earth's ground and like always, I felt at home in the woods. They're getting closer, I could hear them. They were loud and disturbing. The river. I could see it now. I threw myself into the water and swam to the other side. I couldn't help a smirk that slid onto my face. As I pulled myself out of the water, I saw the pack barely making it from the side of the river I came from. I turned around and faced four, breathless men, seperated by the river. "Too slow. Go back to your territory, for I am no longer in yours." I smiled at that. "What's your name?" One of the men said. His voice was stern and somewhat humiliated, not that I really cared. My head turned to look back at them and the Alpha, I had the biggest smile that I couldn't seem to hold back. "Alaska." And I started to sprint towards the trees once more.

Margaret and her Colleague David visit a Haunted house in the Hopes of finally catching evidence of the paranormal. However, their most anticipated journey becomes one to regret.

A short poem that occurred to me whilst out running at night Cover by @emeraldgoldcat

I sat in my first period english class, my teacher grading papers or whatever it is that teachers do when you walk in. Soon the first bell rung, and people filed in. The usual suspects, the nerds, the cool kids, the "we hate liz" kids, and so on and so forth. But Imagine my surprise when I see a kid with blonde straighted hair, and an under cut roll in. And I mean that literally, he rolled in, in a pair of healies. I couldn't take my eyes off this peculiar specicimine. A woman from the office handed my teacher a note, who then attended her attention to the odd looking boy standing behind her. "What's your name?" She smiled. "Jaimie." The boy smiled right back.

That's where I am

Poetry to nourish the soul and mind, for better or worse.

Kylie, an aspiring artist, has reached her end. Between a stressful home life and being bullied at school, she doesn't know how much more she can take. One night when Kylie has a breakdown, a mysterious figure appears at the foot of her bed, promising to guide her in her art career and her family life too. Along with Bob Ross, Kylie will learn to navigate and start new among the happy little trees.

(Book One of the Andra Kingdom Series) Caitirina has a secret destiny...one she could never have imagined. Something as always felt slightly off in her life, having suffered the past few years with an empty hole in her heart, and mind. Then her life changes forever, after being kidnapped by the Queen of the Fae, Narishka. Caitirina meets Lorcan, head guard of the Andra Kingdom who feels like more than just a handsome stranger. And more than human. They're drawn to one another in a way both of them can't describe. Now Lorcan must help Caitirina destroy Narishka before she destroys everything that is light, and fills the the world with an evil darkness. Along the way Caitirina will learn of a different life she once had, and learn to live it once again.

A compilation of frustrated words sewn and crafted by magic. First published: 2016 Disclaimer: Image used in the cover belongs to the photographer/owner and I don't take any credit for it.

So... yeah. I simp for this hot guy now, and I know u all do too, so... Uh. yeah. nothing much else to say. I live writing but I can't guarantee how long I'll be writing this, I'll do as much as I can 👍

The lorax has a passion for the trees, but McQueens passion is racing. little does mqueen know the trees talk, the way mcqueen has been eyeing lorax is without mistake...lust. some say he's in it for the ladies but others are convinced it's for the one who speaks the tongue of the trees.

Trash that I think of written in a book

Willow has survived off of the land since birth. Life is a constant cycle of excruciating work. She is dedicated to serving the land that raised her. Consistency is all she knows. Then, he appears. A stranger from distant lands. The Once-ler is everything Willow detests. He is manic, unpredictable, and chaotic. His mere presence disrupts everything Willow holds dear. One mess after another sends her spiraling into insanity. Her only hope is to lean on her family and grow. When time and forces stronger than nature descend upon the land, Willow is left to wonder. Will her family be enough? ~Cover art is by me. Please do not use without crediting.~

I'm going to make you swoon over the trolls I love.

I was asked to write a poem for a non-profit Domestic Violence organization to be read at their bi-annual Gala, this was my poem that was submitted.