Stories tagged “tree”

  • It Was Left in the Tree

    “Theo, you get down from there,” his wife called through the winter air. Theodore clung to the bare limbs, continuing his ascent. He cursed her under his breath, words he wouldn’t dare say aloud. The smell of cold wind across dormant ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • inverted bashō

    Matthew Kinkade, I love you. And every morning I see you, eyes still blearily gleaming in the morning light, I feel my love grow. This morning as the sun was rising over our house, quiet and simple and perfectly nestled in Summerside Residential Commun...

  • The Storm

    The wind blows and rushes through the maple leaves on a toasty spring evening. The thunder rolls through the sky and the drops begin to descend. The rain feels cool on my skin- almost too cold- as I dash home from my friend’s house. And then, I s...

    • Author: Emmyful
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Red Dogwood (Mature)

    There were red flowers exploding from the lower branches. That’s why I chose it. It was in a field far from the road, behind an old farmhouse that was slowly allowing the damp soil to reclaim it. I spent precious time visiting and revisiting to e...

  • Pinyon avifelinus

    Juniperus avifelinus, common name Gryphon juniper, is a small epiphytic conifer that lives on top of saguaro cacti in America’s Southwest. It was named due to its peculiar life cycle. The seeds have feathery appendages that allow it to float far ...

    • Author: claireBGC
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
  • The Park Bench

    Every day an old man sat in the exact same spot on a park bench observing all that was around him. Never wavering or deterred to return to the bench each day, no matter what the circumstances were. A wondrous sycamore tree towered over the bench offeri...

  • The Old Man

    The Man is bored. As he twirled his white beard, looking down at the peaceful, but boring, garden where his two children were playing , he can’t help but wonder: “Is this all there is to it?” Indeed, he is bored. Unless… Yes. Th...

    • Author: J. Rein B.
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • U.F.O. (Unexpected Floating Object) (Mature)

    It was the last thing you’d expect to find in a swimming pool. The eyeball floated atop the water, swaying from side to side. Ella and I stood by the poolside, unmoving, staring at it. The scorching heat of the cement on our bare feet was unnotic...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Complete Peace

    It was sunny; not the type of day that you would expect something to happen. What’s the line again? “The sun was shining happily, shining with all his might”. The tree branches kissed the pond gracefully as we peeled off our socks an...

  • fall

    They whisper as they draw themselves in, a faint susurration of retraction. Listen closely: the crackle and sloosh of xylem and phloem, the low hum of nutrients on their gravitational migration, leaving scarlet and orange and yellow in their wake. List...

    • Author: snigl3t
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • parents - a haiku

    in the graveyard of lethargy and avarice a cherry tree blooms

  • A Winter Tree

    Winter freshness kissed Lilly’s cheek as she selected a tree and sat at it’s feet. Her hands crushed into gentle snow and left shadowy imprints as she leant backwards. She did not want to sing today, she shouldn’t have come. The trees...

    • Author: Abby (LoA)
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Winter Tree Song

    It was then, with haunting melody echoing through the empty woods, that Lilly felt the wind stroking her arms. The trees whispered as the wind caught their empty branches and screamed as it whipped their snowy bark. Lilly let the symphony hold her and ...

    • Author: Abby (LoA)
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Schoolgirl Stalkers

    Rustle rustle… “Shut up!” I whispered to my partner in crime. “Now, where’s the camera?” “Sorry,” Wilma apologised softly as she handed me the Leika. “Just be careful, its my dad’s, and its re...

  • Christmas Memoire

    The thing about desire, we will make what we want happen, happen. Even if something seems silly to others, if it is important enough to us, we will beg, borrow or steal to get it. For instance, I was determined to get my boys a Christmas ornament for t...

  • Obsession

    At night, I watch her. Most evenings I simply lounge back on the oak tree in her backyard and wait for her to come home from work. On other, riskier occasions I even dare to stand in her front yard and stare off into the dim light of her windows (thou...

    • Author: Daisy Doll
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Where There's Smoke, There's Fire (I) (Mature)

    The truck keeps honking, trying to warn us that we’re about to get hit, but there is no way I can move. Marcus is too heavy too move and I have no time to move him, so I push his leg to make the gas go faster. We zoom by the truck, missing it jus...

  • Don't climb Trees [1]

    Emma walked along, kicking at the stones underfoot as she trudged up the mountain side. She was going backpacking with her sister, who was currently climbing a nearby tree. “Come on!” Emma complained, reaching up towards her sister. “...

    • Author: Emma Loopa
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Directionless

    I couldn’t be sure whether the rock in my stomach was hunger or my worry once again grabbing hold of me. I wandered in circles under my tree, before long my footsteps wore a rut into the snow. Eventhough I slept through the night my body was wear...

  • night rises

    she is only small. with her bare feet rooted firmly in the cool grass she stands very still and waits. night doesn’t fall; night rises. it starts on the ground, in the corners. it creeps out from under stones, oozes out of cracks in the wall, sli...

  • Re-post (but now it's a better buttered piece of toast)

    Does ‘Because’ Rust love’s Rose buds Orange? Or does It open On its Door Hinge The More Spoken hope Reveals thoughts Quiet tongues click In key strokes sent Sealed in envelopes? I am the listless Tree on the hill In the distance...

  • The Temple of the Lost

    The leaf and loam give way beneath his silent gait, the forest edge before him, his life’s mistakes behind. A slip of breath escapes his lips in a moment paused, but he must continue. As lace-like mists entwine the lofty bows, he reaches out to b...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Better Than Money

    “Ha! It’s finished! Finished and perfect,” gloated High Wizard Mabel as she stepped back to admire her freshly potted creation. “Errm…ma’am?” her apprentice frowned. “It’s not really like the creatu...

  • Under a Shady Tree

    Contended I sat beneath a shady tree. True, at the moment it only shaded me from the cool, pale rays of the moon, but for some reason I insisted upon calling it a shady tree and humming a children’s song to myself. The day was done and spent, as ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • The Tree Song- Part 1

    It may be wrong to do what’s right When what’s right is always wrong And what’s wrong is always rightfully thought By the thinkers of the right But you think what’s not thought By the thinkers when they think their thoughts So the ...