Write a story that weaves together multiple lives through their connection to a particular tree.
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“A Fellow of Infinite Jest” by Deidra Whitt Lovegren
Dusk comes early to the blue-black Virginian woods in November. I know these paths well, but I still stumble on scraggly branches and twigs which poke angrily through a pristine icy blanket of snow. It crunches under our heavy boots as we make our way to the old oak. It seems the perfect time of night for a visit to our childhood haunt.I stagger a bit, wondering how many beers we’ve had.“Careful, Thomas,” Peter calls out. “You can’t go back to college with a broken ankle.”His younger brother Andrew pr...
“The Right Decision” by Writer Maniac
Gaurav’s back was beginning to hurt. The rough texture of the bark was reassuring at short intervals of time but having sat on a branch for almost an hour now, it was beginning to poke at his back and legs, leaving scars he knew would stay. He would keep coming back again and again, and he would sit on that same branch in the same position, with his legs extended in front, and it would hurt later. It was good, good that he still felt something. Pain was better than feeling numb. ...
“Divine Bloodline” by Shannon McGill
Divine Bloodline “How can you tell the Tree is a girl, Gran?” The shea butter applied to my scalp in neat little rows slid onto my forehead and mixed with beads of sweat as I sat on the front porch between my grandmother’s knees. Every Sunday, we took my braids down and washed my hair. Then Gran braided it right back up again, greasing my scalp as she went. I can’t imagine a Sunday that...
“The Kissing Tree” by A.Dot Ram
Content warning: racist abuse, homophobia Dale + Eva, 1969 We heard them before we saw them—loud boots over the stones and their rowdy hee-hawing. We knew they were trouble based on that alone. Dale dropped his hand from my waist and took a small step backward. I hated how that was his instinct. I closed my eyes and willed the low-hanging branches to hide us, wished for them to pass by. Th...
“Today is Not Meant to be Pretty” by Scout Tahoe
Today is not meant to be pretty. Today is the day for a fight. Today also has no time for late-comers. Kiyoko makes this clear with her eyes like iridescent beetle wings and wild hand gestures. I navigate the tree she’s perched in like my childhood years on the monkey bars. When I finally bend my ragdoll-limbs into an acrobatic criss-cross-applesauce, she lectures me about native Arizona trees. I’m not listening. I’m surveying the beautiful sunrise projected like a utopian film over the Golden Canyon Golf Course bu...
“moore hall ” by Kelly Dennison
Muckloon Hill, Ireland 1923 Little Neasa, who her family affectionately called Nee, was in the garden taking a solitary lunch under the Blackthorn tree. As far as she knew, they were the only household for leagues that had one prominently displayed in the front of their estate. Her mother, skillful at feigning religious piety outside of the home, had instilled in young Nee a soft and clan...
“Rooted” by H L McQuaid
Content warning: racial violence, violence against women On a fresh spring day, a girl in a deerskin dress pushes me into the dirt with her small brown hands, hiding me from the squirrels and deer and mice who savour the taste of acorns. A voice calls out, “Nokomis!” `Her footsteps pad softly away. *** A taproot burrows deep into the soil anchoring me to the earth. A green sprout reaches toward the sun. When I'm a sapling, buds grow and unfurl into leaves, wh...
“The Tree of Life” by Nainika Gupta
The tree, by all outward appearances, was completely normal. Gnarled olive branches intertwined with increasingly leafy foliage twisted up into the sky. The ancient and monumental trunk was engraved with the bark that told a hundred stories. In the spring, the buds of life blossomed hundred-fold upon the myriad of branches eagerly awaiting the companionship of the leaves and flowers. In the summer, its leafy branches would swish, inviting the weary passerby to sit beneath it and revel in the endless possibilities o...
“Choose Wisely ” by Scott Skinner
Content warning: abuse I used to put my dirty socks on my brother’s pillow. I’d put them on top of the pillowcase so when he walked into our room he would see them lying there like dead fish. Then I got better, and to delay my gratification, I’d stuff them in the pillowcase. I’d always use my stinkiest socks - basketball practice, skatepark, rainy day - but my brother had a notoriously bad nose and never smelled them right away. Usually, a couple of days would go by while these foot condoms stewed in his pi...
“Elysian” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~
Once, there was a tree. That tree was a beautiful one; it had a dark oak trunk, and it was shiny with scented oil. The leaves were a dark purple, ranging from light lavender to the deepest violet of space, and the branches were the same, glossy oak as the trunk. The roots wove in and out of the universe, back and forth, forth and back so you couldn’t tell where it was anymore. It had a soul inside of it, of whom no one knows, but there was a soul that begged for companionship, to not be lonely anymore. It had laid there ...
“'On my 75th birthday'” by Asha Pillay
Troy had planted me on his fifth birthday, a gift from his parents. He came to live in this garden house, with his parents many summers ago. I grew up along with him. He nurtured me with love and care, with smiles and kisses, with lullabies and poems , very soon I grew into tall huge fig tree, with massive branches spreading far and wide.Troy and I were soul brothers, He would talk to me, play with me, and would even share his secrets with me.In college, he fell in love...
“The Sacrifice” by Daniel R. Hayes
On a faraway planet in the land of Zellnoid, a peaceful civilization built a fully functional city around the tree of life - the Ishka tree. This tree has the power to bring back the dead, and for centuries the Zellnots have thrived and worshiped the tree. A great stone palace was built around the Ishka tree centuries ago to showcase and protect its incredible power.The Ishka tree stands proud and tall with its white bark and golden leaves spread across its thick twisting branches. A soft resplendent light pulsates in th...
“Newt” by Waverley Stark
There were many names for them, used by them, but only one name which they were called by others, and that was simply ‘those folk.’ This title was uttered darkly, with god-fearing suspicion, and usually in the shadow of a bar when the conversation has worn thin, and the townsfolk need something to talk about other than Mrs. Petunia’s homosexual son (a person they were united by in their revulsion of.) ‘Those folk...
“Underneath Me She Dances” by Mary Rothery
Alone, I have stood in this earth for many years. Life sparks and shoots around and within me as I stand. The sun sings to me of summer and my leaves rustle in reply. I am loved. I am young. I am hers and she is mine. She places me here as they guide her small hands, caressing me into life, her tiny reaching fingers stroking as she whispers to me of her bright life to come. Underneath me she dances, smal...
“Seven Seeds” by Christina Marie
Before Adam made love to his wife on the outskirts of paradise, Eve fell upon the cursed dust of their banishment and coughed up seven seeds that rooted in the flesh of the earth from which humankind was doomed to coax mortal sustenance. - Alexander King Alexander watched on with pride as his son stood in the sparring ring amongst a defeated circle of his...
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