Write a story that weaves together multiple lives through their connection to a particular tree.
Posted in Spring on Oct 26, 2022
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“Friends and Forever ” by ᏒᏬᏖᏂᎩ_ ᎷᏗᎩ
You can see her in the distance, perched on a branch--feet dangling to and fro when the crack of the rising sun commences. You can still see her slight figure when the sun cowardly sinks into its daily game of hiding. She comes into the house with shoes full of leaves. She says it’s to keep the tree always near her. I say it’s only for spite because as she stated yesterday, “I don’t give her enough freedom”. She’s loved that useless, big piece of bark the way I wish I loved her father. He’s not here now-he’s gone--...
“We As One” by Charli Britton
My bare feet spring across the wood gracefully as I bound over the branch and to the main Hollow. I will be picking splinters out of my heels for days, but right now I don't care. I’m late. Today of all days, I had to be late. I decided to take a quick nap before this, I knew I would be up all night and it had seemed smart at the time, but I overslept, and now I was late to possibly the ...
“The Settler with a Blue Toe” by Arwen Dove
There once was a village called Nottingham. The villagers were all just as poor as the next, so that one may think they had nothing. And yet, one would be wrong. The villagers of Nottingham were rich in their own way. They were full of hope. One could feel the hopeful sensation when walking past the village gates, which were always open to visitors. The people of Nottingham were very happy, despite their poorly state; They ate what little food they had, slept in their little heather beds, and were merry and made music. It was ...
“The Monkey Tree” by Rachel Loughran
He was born of the earth millennia ago, and in the beginning he had brothers and sisters around him who kept him sheltered and safe. His fingers crept through the soil, clinging to it; pushing aside rocks and boulders and searching for water to make him strong. Time meant little to him as he grew; there was only he and his kind, and days and nights told him nothing yet of the habits of mankind. Deep into the earth he mined, those fingers becoming arms and legs which twisted around his fellows in an underground orgy of limbs exploring the ...
“The Magical Tree” by Caroline Fonteno
The Magical tree Samantha Samantha Summers was a beautiful 12 year old girl. She lived on a farm in Texas. She had blond hair, brown eyes, and perfect teeth. She lived with her mother, father, brother, and dog Molly. Samantha loved to play outdoors and would have had many friends except for the fact that they lived in the middle of nowhere. Her only friends were the only peo...
“A Tree in the Rain” by Kristin Neubauer
**Author's note: Please see the note in the Comments for a fact vs. fiction breakdownSavannah, TennesseeApril, 2021I am dying. I do not need to feel the old man’s fingers probing my roots to know. Or his knife stabbing my bark. I do not need to hear the grunts as he shuffles around me shaking his head. Or his final pronouncement to the lady in the floppy hat and long skirt.“Can’t be saved this time, Effie. It’s gotta come down.”The lady dabs h...
“Exchange of Letters” by Devansh Agarwal
The ball hit the glass, and the glass cracked with a loud noise. Moss slapped his head and said to himself, "I am not ready to go through this again."Bellowing in anger, Nome came out of his house and roared, "You insolent fool! I will not spare you this time." He grabbed the broom and ran after Moss.Moss ran for his life yelling, "You old bum will never be able to catch me."Moss rushed inside his house and locked...
“Coeden y Bywyd” by Rambling Beth
(trigger warning: some violence)Lauren looked down, horrified, at the blood pouring from Joshua’s stomach. She couldn’t look at his mouth, but the distorted mumbling of her name told her all she needed to know. Whoever that stranger had been, they’d punctured her brother’s lung.“Lauren,” Joshua garbled. Lauren raised a hand to cover his stomach, staring as his blood continued to spill. “Lo.”“Shh,” she said at last, unsure what else to do. “It’s going to be okay, Josh. I promise. I’ll c...
“Cherry Blossoms✿” by 𝔘𝔤𝔬𝔠𝔥𝔦 𝔑.
It was mid April and the trees were blooming, I still remember the park’s emptiness, its hard to believe that there was a time when that tree did not exist in that great park.But once that great tree was planted the leaves turned pink and flew with the wind bringing many people closer…That tree became a part of our memory in every season. That park not only became a beauty, no, in a way it became home.ღClaude and MaribelleღToday a young girl walked up to the tree, her hair blowing in...
“When The Lark Laughs ” by Amelia Bowen
Beth knew she was almost gone. Her organs had turned on her fragile body and the wind threatened to topple over her feather-light frame. She saluted the sky with her right hand, shielding her eyes from the white sun. She swayed in unison with the grass to the wind, gooseflesh gathered on her arms and legs. She turned toward the sound of a lark in the distance.Peter was tending his grandmothers garden when he heard the sound of the small, brown bird. His hand went up to shade his eyes, his other dropping the shovel he was...
“If I Could Tell You ” by Kendi Karimi
If I could tell you my story as little Rose, I’d tell you about my little chubby arms, always with a beaded bracelet on both my wrists. Nothing small, everything grand and majestic and exaggerated. But now I’m telling you my story as a branch on a tree, and mother bark is dying.In 1972, I was born as Rose Wamuyu, daughter of Njenga Wa Muguda and Beatrice Wawira Wamuyu. From as early as I can remember, I was fascinated by beads. My mother was the daughter to a member of the Mau Mau uprising. Although I never met my grandf...
“A Tree in the Garden” by Philip Clayberg
A TREE IN THE GARDENI sit on a bench in the garden behind the home where my great-grandparents once lived, a notebook and pen in my lap. At the center of the garden is a tree that my great-grandfather planted as a gift for my great-grandmother. Several decades later he passed away, but the tree remains: a tall, beautiful tree that symbolized my great-grandparents' eternal love for one another.In more than a hundred years the tree has grown from a sapling that would've been about half my height to a tall...
“Saved by the sycamore ” by Veda Vivek💎
The sycamore tree rose tall and proud from the soft, velvety grass. Its bark holds ancient secrets, its roots are more powerful than an average tree, its leaves pure and bright. The sycamore tree reaches for the heavens. The tree is the savior of many, a hero to countless lives.A young girl looked out the window from her room, gazing at the tree in her backyard. Her eyes narrowed in concentration, squinting at the sycamore. She heard the stories, yet she refused to believe them. She was about to open her bedroom door, he...
“The Cherry 🍒 Tree” by Rose Quartz
It was a fact, everyone at my school loved the cherry tree. It was tradition for the students to take a leaf, and write anything they wanted on it. They were then instructed to tape that leaf back on the tree, and see who would last all four seasons. The winners would be announced to the class, and wanted mine to be the one to last. The significance of this was that whatever it was you wrote, it would only stay if you wr...
“The Old Elm of Gorbio” by Shirley Medhurst
Speaking to you from the peace and tranquillity of these my golden years, I would ask you to spare me a minute or two from your busy lives to listen to the ramblings of an old elm. I was planted here in the heart of my village in celebration of the Treaty of Utrecht some three hundred and eight years ago, although to be honest, I cannot remember much about that event, or any of my sapling years. In fact, I never really celebrated my birthdays at all until my third centennial, a...
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