The Oak Tree Creative Writing

The wind started to roar the suddenly dark sky sent a chill down the old mans spine. Every limb on their beloved peach tree began to shiver and sway. Creak! Creak! The tree branches said as they bent down over the now humbled old couple.

At the tree, fifteen years ago, Gene is scared to climb up it and jump off. But his

“After defeating the Cyclops Polyphemus, my men grew exhausted. They grew thirsty from rowing under the beating hot sun. Sweat dripped down their heads and the ship’s deck grew moist from the mix of the salty, seawater and sweat. We stopped by on a nearby island.

The sun peeked in through some holes in the roof, making the water sparkle and dance; like the lights in the night sky. Roots from the tree had grown through the roof of the cave. Freddy swam in and out and around the roots. It’s like our cattail maze.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

The tree represents Gene’s growth in maturity and age from being a teenager who is frightened by the magnitude of the tree to an adult who looks at it as unthreatening and small. Whilst revisiting the tree as an adult, Gene utters that the tree reminds him of the enemies of childhood that, once faced again, seem insignificant (14). When Gene is reflecting upon the first time he jumped off of the tree, he states the tree “flooded [Gene] with a sensation of alarm all the

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

He stepped into the headlight of my car as a ground-shaking BOOM following a massive burst of light shook the earth.

“He’s not chopping it down. He’s saving it. Those branches were long dead from a disease. All plants are like that. By cutting off the damage, you make it possible for the tree to grow again. You watch—by the end of summer, this tree will be the strongest on the block” (187). Melinda’s disease to an unhealthy tree was the silence of the rape. Melinda holding in the dreadful memory without telling anyone, kept her from becoming the tree she wanted to draw. Like removing the sick branches off to keep the tree healthy, Melinda had to speak up about the trauma. Once Melinda stood up for herself, the tree, which is actually her, can grow to its full

Lush red and orange leaves touched by morning dew fill the limbs of an old Oak tree, rustling as the wind slowly made her way by, teasing the edges of the leaves and tempting them to come with her. The weaker ones went, not realizing their fate, twirling in her presence, following as far as they could manage in the air, encased in feelings of happiness and freedom. Soon, however, the wind died down; causing the leaves to drop and crumble onto the ground. They couldn't express their feelings of remorse so they crumbled in on themselves, shutting out the wind. She came back at times, and some fell for it, the ones that hadn't learned their lesson, they followed her again. Each that did, were ripped to pieces. The tree, in the end, had been robbed.

In his early childhood, a boy spends his time playing with his favorite tree, climbing its trunk, and swinging from its branches. As the boy approaches adolescence, he desires money and the tree yields its apples for him to sell. At adulthood, he yearns for a home and the tree offers its branches for the man to build his home. At middle age, he asks the tree for a boat and the tree offers its trunk, which the man cuts to build his boat. During his final years, the old man asks the tree for a quiet place to sit and rest, and the tree offers its stump.

Getting a tree means going in search of a large tree with lots of foliage. Small and thin-branched trees are unwanted. Once the family picks their plump tree, they undertake a challenging task of bringing the huge, heavy tree back to their home. They have to pick it up and tie it to the top of their car, and to top it off they have to drive very slow so the tree doesn’t fall off. Once they arrive home they have to bring it down from the car and take it inside. It doesn’t fit easily through the entrance of the house; so many people have to help push the tree through the doorway. Once the tree is finally inside, for some weird reason the tree always needs to be put in the center of the living room, and it doesn’t stop there. Once the tree is placed in the center, then family members decorate it with flashy and colorful gems on strings. They also add wires around the tree, and after plugging it to the wall; it makes the tree look very luminous. After decorating the tree with gems on strings and bright wires, there needs to be a final touch. A star, or an angel is put on the tip of the tree. Maybe it brings some sort of wisdom or good vibes, which compliments the tree. As time passes, people put decorated boxes around the tree in the days leading up to

The Firn Elm community was a place where people come and went. I met a passerby and became pregnant. My husband thinks it's his child. He pampers me the whole nine months with gifts, candy, and flowers. He remodeled the den just for the baby. Once the baby was born he decides we were better off without it. I can't help but save my marriage there is only one thing I can do. If I let go of this carriage then everything will be exactly as it were before I became pregnant. I can't promise I won't do it again. It's a small community. I get lonely at times.

The birds were singing a melancholic tune. But off by the distance, a Red Maple was working. Photosynthesizing in the sun was a young Red Maple. As the it is photosynthesizing, it is contributing to the carbon cycle. The carbon cycle is essential to the Red Maple’s life to which it is the source of its food and life. Then came a strong gust of wind that made its leaves surfing in the air. As the gust of wind passes, a bag is caught on its branch. As if the wind was a messenger, the tree knew what was coming.

When Doctor Pax was a boy, he often played on a tree at the end of his garden. He would climb its branches and pretend he was a hero from his favourite book. The tree tested his skills; how high he could climb, for how long he could dangle, and how well he landed when he swung to the ground. But then the boy turned into a man, although his need for adventure stayed the same.