Short Story: Maple Tree

It was an effervescent lit night; the water glistened beneath the moon. The large oak was softly swaying as the wind seemed clout the branches, “Allie, be careful it’s getting gusty!”

The chill of winter air had nudged her from her slumber. Gazing through the window upon the dreary horizon, the blur of gray told Hulga that rain was nearing. Nervously, she backed into the corner away from the window and curled up next to a pile of hay and settled in. Soon after repositioning herself, Hulga heard the consistent patter of rain on the roof of the barn. Her eyes watered as she wondered if her mother had been frantically searching for her.

If I lie her long enough, he thought, the water would work and eat away my flesh until bones show like coral, just my skeleton left. And then the water can build on that skeleton-green things, deep water things, red things, yellow things. Change. Change. Slow, deep, silent change. And isn't that what is all up there?

The party had just started when Donella and Lilith arrived. As Donella floated into the forest she admired the fanciful decor. There were fireflies trained to hover, providing the party with soft lighting. There were handmade tables veiled by skillfully woven spider silk. There were flower petals covering every inch of the ground. And there were fifty fairies playing traditional fairy songs on instruments made from items around the forest. The forest was ethereal; Donella felt as if she was in a dream.

The men of the Inuit tribe went on hunting trips into the woods, scavenging for resources nightly. But alas, all the women had to stay within the camp. The crickets, were chirping within the void of night and the Eagles waiting for their next catch. The Indian woman's name was Ayita (first to dance). The camp was full of laughter and playful squeals from the little Indians as they wrestled each other and had sword fights with dull sticks. But yet Ayita was curious as to what happened in that forest of trees. She watched as the first set of men were sent out of camp. With them, her husband Kotori (screech of owl). Curious as she is, she secretly followed them that night, into the unknown darkness she'd never been. She crawled through the undergrowth, feeling

The water, in her fiery glory, began her journey through the furrows and rivets that the forest floor had bestowed upon itself. Past the river and past the bramble- the water continued to flow. The sky never ceased her crying, only allowing

Back then, e was trying to get the Rev Tree to lower e's pain level. Thus, e decided to hang out in front of the Rev Tree's window as a beaver illusion, which was not the only type of illusion e had been doing. Anyway, e was overwhelmed. I know it seems hard to believe that e is intelligent when considering some things. e knew he was going torture very soon, and he finally had a chance to lower his pain level by doing some good deeds. Nevertheless, e thought his best bet was to try to get the Rev Tree to lower e's pain level, rather than go out into the world and try to fix some problems e caused. Therefore, e was hanging out in front of the Rev Tree's window as an illusory beaver and sky talked and said, " f-word the beaver," as if that would

We had not gone a rod when we found ourselves in a heap, in a heavy drift of snow. We took hold of each others’ hands, pulled ourselves out, got into the road, and the cold north wind blew us down the road a half mile south, where the Strelow boys and John Conrad had to go west a mile or more. When they reached a bridge in a ravine, the little fellows sheltered a while under the bridge, a wooden culvert, but Robert, the oldest, insisted that they push on thru the blinding storm for their homes. In the darkness they stumbled in, and by degrees their parents thawed them out, bathed their frozen hands, noses, ears and cheeks, while the boys cried in pain. “My brothers and I could not walk thru the deep snow in the road, so we took down the rows of corn stalks to keep from losing ourselves ’till we reached our pasture fence. Walter was too short to wade the deep snow in the field, so Henry and I dragged him over the top. For nearly a mile we followed the fence ’till we reached the corral and pens. In the howling storm, we could hear the pigs squeal as they were freezing in the mud and snow. Sister Ida had opened the gate and let the cows in from the field to the sheds, just as the cold wind struck and froze her skirts stiff around her like hoops. The barn and stables were drifted over when we reached there. The roaring wind and stifling snow blinded us so that we had to feel thru the yard to the door of our house. “The lamp was lighted. Mother was walking the floor, wringing her hands and calling for her boys. Pa was shaking the ice and snow from his coat and boots. He had gone out to meet us but was forced back by the storm. We stayed in the house all that night. It was so cold that many people froze.” Although most of the information that was collected or the stories that were told were in South Dakota, Nebraska, North Dakota the temperatures took

In the forest lived 5 girls in a tree house. Alicia had brown hair and brown eyes she was very loving,jolly,and amazing. Bri,Alicia's sister had brown hair and brown eyes and she was understanding and pleasant. Lainey on the other hand had blonde hair and blue eyes she was silly and mild. Shea was also blonde she had blue eyes and Shea's personality is gay and friendly. Mrs.Kathy had red hair and green eyes she was very loyal and merry. Alicia had a dog named Oreo,Oreo was sweet and marvelous little puppy. Oreo was a girl she loved to bark she was a sable. One day Alicia walked out to find Oreo on the floor not moving but then Bri walked out laughing and said¨ I got you¨. And she didnt wont to talk to her.

Rain was a sweet escape,that lent me a sort of solace,humanity failed to possess.It soothed me with each pelt and seemed to wash away my worries.

Her parents had enough so they threw her onto the streets, she was about 6, maybe 7. So, here is where I come in. I saw her just wandering around with no purpose. So, being a nice, old witch I took her in as my own. little did I know what I was getting myself into.

The essence of rain became more prominent as the trees began to clash and crash against each other like drumsticks in the hands of a giant. All of a sudden, a turbulent roar drowned out all the boisterous cries of animals, followed closely by a dazzling fork of lightening. Soon enough, water was cascading from the heavens in a torrent of rain, teaming up with the howl of wind that weaved through the clattering oaks. Monkeys darted in and out of the treetops, trying to find the best place to take shelter. The raindrops fell heavily, hitting the trees with such force that many leaves had also began to flake

It seemed to go down well, until twilight, when I heard rumbling beneath blankets. This was no ordinary wind. Her cries rent open the night. I ran my fingers over her, searching for slivers of wood or glass. Beneath delicate shoulder blades, wings had sprouted from bloodless slits - featherless. Each with the texture of woodland moss.

Resting underneath the shade of the trees, I found myself appreciating the scent of pine needles; the ambiance of Christmas. Encompassed by the thick heavy air, I watched as a single sparrow fluttered high above the emerald forest. A few feet next to me an eager chipmunk hastily scampered from tree to tree, awaiting the chill of winter. The forest, I realized, was home to many wild creatures. In giving protection and food, the forest was gladly rewarded with the company of these animals. Beyond the horizon, I could see the community of newly formed saplings. They appeared as little children, learning under the guidance of their grown and fully matured parents.

The pervasive darkness in the Forest of Certain Death marked everything with a pale, comforting gloom. The buzz and chirp of insects were a familiar background concerto for Princess Eclipsa Butterfly as she ambled through the woods. Her legs and feet were covered by ebony trousers and hiking boots that aided her in evading the spiky trunks of trees. Her dark purple blouse with its long sleeves and high neckline shielded her from the forest’s nightly, cooler air.