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“Centuries” by Ryker Stonaly

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Sage has been around far longer than those around them. They had seen things others could only dream of. More often than not they wished their memories were purely that. Dreams. Things they’d conjured up during the brief periods in time when they were able to rest. To simply close their eyes and drift. Except they couldn’t drift. Quite the opposite actually.&nbsp...

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“White Flowers in the Wind” by Ellita Styles

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1. “Pass me the ball!” Sarah could hear the little girl’s voice in her head, as if she was right there in front of her. Sarah stood in front of a towering skyscraper- a lean, ebony-black majestic edifice designed with modern-era architecture pierced proudly through the ground towards the sky. The cars swished past behind her, like swishes of colors. People kept walking and talking, minding their own worlds and not stopping a moment to spare a glance. Sarah was no different from the crowd. She already had a mountain of stress and work t...

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“Hollow” by Piotr Parda

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The newborn was wriggling against the cold dead oak leaves. She tossed and kicked her tiny limbs but it wasn’t enough to keep her warm. Few minutes more and she would have died of hypothermia."What was a newborn child doing in the middle of nowhere, on a cold autumn night?"There was no time to ask such questions now for Lt. Roberts.With gentle haste he wrapped the baby in his police jacket and put her in the back seat of his old Toyota.“Damn heaters! They never warm up fast enough!”, he thought."Poor little munchkin!", Lt. Roberts glimp...

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“Lost Lovers' Beech” by Eileanor Crilly

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The people of Southwold had christened it ‘Lost Lover’s Beech’. The tree had stood for decades at the perimeter of the village playing fields, where the neatly mowed grass merged into the sprawling spinney. Children were cautioned not to enter the small gathering of trees or go near the Beech. Parents warned their sons and daughters that there were spirits wandering the woods or that the badger setts in there were home to goblins. Harmless myth to keep local kids from being stung by nettles or twisting their ankles tripping over tree roots. ...

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“Roots of Time” by C E Mutya

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I was young then, small and slender. I grew next to a small town in a wide park. Back in those days it was very peaceful. I used to watch the kids play in the grass nearby. One small kid, Marcus, used to try and climb my slim branches that could barely hold his weight. Every time his mother brought him to the park to play he would run to me like I was his favourite friend. She would often grip his little body and pull him away from me if he got too high, his little arms clinging to me for as long as he could while his shrill wails felt like ...

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“The Witness Tree” by Beth White

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The snow was coming down thicker and faster as Meg took the Taneytown Road exit from Route 15. The storm forecast for later tonight was already here, but Meg had a promise to keep. She drove through the familiar landscape of the Gettysburg battlefield. She had visited here since she was a young child. There had been many trips, and she knew there would be many more. Meg pulled into the parking lot just as a park ranger stopped at the National Cemetery gate. Meg knew what it meant. The cemetery was closing earl...

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“tree of Life” by Snjeguljica 33

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With the progress of civilization, unfortunately, many bad things were inevitably done. We cannot attribute everything to a system of attempts and failures, because through history so many patterns are constantly repeated. What hurts me is the way people treat nature. Although I’m not really a naturalist type, I’m not blind. Now that I see sprouts starting to sprout in my jar from the grains I have sown, I marvel again and admire what is constantly happening in that same nature. And I am even more surprised, but also appalled that people a...

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“The Outstanding Elm of Barrymore Park” by Susannah Webster

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Authors note: You will notice that there are spelling errors and sloppy writing throughout the beginning of this story. However, this was purposeful, as to imitate how these children would write. Enjoy!---So was carved, on the fifteenth day of July, of the year 1941, into The Outstanding Elm of Barrymore Park:A.J.LWednesday July 16th, 1941, The Outstanding Elm of Barrymore Park, Toronto ONHello AJLFriday July 18th, 1941, The Outstanding Elm of Barrymore Park, Toronto ONWhat’s your name? I’m Annamie -AJLMonday July 20th, 1941, The Outstanding...

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“Apple tree” by Aliah Hernandez

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Many people came to see the apple tree. Over the years there were thousands of visitors every month. Slowly the number decreased. Going lower and lower. Eventually, nobody went to the apple tree. Construction workers were going to cut it down. "Harper, this tree needs to go." Harper's father would tell his daughter. "But Dad!!!! I love that tree you can't cut it down!" Harper would say. Her dad gave her the look of, I know you like that tree but I have to cut it down. I'm sorry. Harper knew this look well. She ran out of the house her ...

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“From A Single Seed” by E.B Gatons

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Albany, New York. 2018 “Now you’re sure you want to give up the house, Mr. Butler?” The older man smiled at the question and nodded. “None of my siblings are around anymore and the kids don’t want it. I can’t take care of it anymore, I know mom and dad would want it to go to a nice couple like you. Especially with your baby on the way.” I smiled as I shook his hand and he handed me the keys to the house. The farmhouse was a gorgeous yellow color with grey accents. The house was surrounded by beautiful trees, though one stood out to me...

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“The Listening Tree” by Sarah Garza

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They don’t know that I’m watching. People are blind, I’ve come to learn, which is saying something considering I don’t have eyes of my own. They never wonder if the sapling might be watching, what the oak might observe. That’s why my roots are stained with love and blood alike. I think they’d quiver to know what I remember. I don’t know how I got there—to the edge of that little farm. One day I wasn’t, and then suddenly: awake. Sipping water from the soil and stretching young bark up and up. I always had a gre...

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“At the Corner of Peach and Limon” by RJ Neel

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My tree is at the corner of Peach and Limon, right at the edge of the park. It’s only about three blocks from our house, but since you have to take two turns to get here, sometimes it feels far away. And safe. It’s far enough away to feel safe. Anyway, you can’t hear the yelling from here. I came out tonight to sit under its rustling leaves, tucked up in the branches where the human world seems smaller and I feel closer to the birds, and the insects. Sometimes, when I’m really still, an owl swoops beneath the branches only feet away. I...

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“The Raven and The Fire ” by Dzyun .

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In the middle of an unknown ocean there lived a little girl with hair the color of gold. She was the daughter of a baker and loved to explore.Every morning the baker would go out for a very long walk at dawn and would only return to his home once the sun had completely risen. But as time moved on and the baker passed the little girl was left all alone.She became filled with grief for she knew no one else but the baker. She took to her passion of exploring and soon found a wise old willow tree. The tree seemed as if it was weeping for a lost ...

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“The Queen of the Flowers” by T.K Wilson

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The white climbing rose that stood on the east side of Keep Meridian’s garden had many names. To rose fanciers, (who came from miles around to view her splendor) she was the Scimitar Rose. To the bards, she was the noble Queen of the Flowers. But to the Elves of Meridian, she was Akasma, or at least the only part of her that remained in this world. In life, Akasma was a dryad. The dryad of white roses, the Queen of the Flowers, her husband was Lord Rhodon, the dryad of red roses, and the King of the Flowers. She was long dead, killed...

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“The Frankincense and The Myrrh” by Lyn VJ Bennett Wilson

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There is something so genuinely pure about growing plants simply for the delight of their fragrance. It has been my family’s job for 3 generations. How we came by this occupation is quite a story and one that comes with a rather odd request. We, or rather I, must ask you, dear reader, to use discretion about revealing the contents of what you will read hereafter. The story begins in 1946. My grandfather, Dr. Jamison Edward Charles Stewart, taught what is now called Paleoethnobotany and Ancient History as a...

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Write a story that weaves together multiple lives through their connection to a particular tree.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 246 stories

“Centuries” by Ryker Stonaly

“White Flowers in the Wind” by Ellita Styles

“Hollow” by Piotr Parda

“Lost Lovers' Beech” by Eileanor Crilly

“Roots of Time” by C E Mutya

“The Witness Tree” by Beth White

“tree of Life” by Snjeguljica 33

“The Outstanding Elm of Barrymore Park” by Susannah Webster

“Apple tree” by Aliah Hernandez

“From A Single Seed” by E.B Gatons

“The Listening Tree” by Sarah Garza

“At the Corner of Peach and Limon” by RJ Neel

“The Raven and The Fire ” by Dzyun .

“The Queen of the Flowers” by T.K Wilson

“The Frankincense and The Myrrh” by Lyn VJ Bennett Wilson

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Write a story in which an endangered species (of plant or animal) plays a central role.

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Start your story with someone sitting on a crowded train and end it with them looking out over beautiful natural scenery.

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