Shrub

Gwilian’s eyes shot open. “Today is the big day,” she mumbled nervously to herself. It was the day of her first performance, in front of the whole town! She knew that she was ready for it, but she couldn’t seem to calm her nerves. She sat up and her eyes locked onto her most prized possession; her harp. Gwilian’s harp was the most beautiful musical instrument in her town. It had been a gift from her mother, passed on to her from her dying instructor; a gift reserved only for her best pupil.…

The Runners It was December 24, 2256, Caleb looked out of his window at the House, a light gray building that young boys stayed in for 14 years, at the morning sun and dew that had collected on the long grass overnight. He brushed his dirty blonde hair out of his sapphire blue eyes to see that all the boys around him had their light, gray smocks on. Caleb thought, “What a boring place.” He looked out of his small, dirt covered window and saw the short, white buildings that he and his friends…

I gripped my lacrosse stick like a blanket on a cold winter night, scared down to my bones about what I was about to do. I peeked the back door open to see if anyone was watching, but I knew that no one would be up at this time of night. I grabbed my backpack from the table and quickly ran out the door toward the woods not sure what was lurking in its darkness. I ran through the trees as briskly as I could, nimble on my feet. I knew no one could catch me now, no one knows what I’ve done. I was…

There are only two reasons anyone from the village seeks the heart of the forest. Either they are afraid of death, or they've come to seek it. There in the darkness is clearing filled with light, no matter the weather of the world beyond. There in the bright clearing is a small hut, its thatched roof laced with flowers in ever bloom. There in the hut is a girl whose heart-shaped face is streaked with ash. Three harsh lines that run wild down the center of her otherwise delicate demeanor. On the…

She walked along the winding, worn out trail.The autumn leaves of the willow dance above her head as the cool breath of the evening air tickled her freckled cheeks. She looked up peacefully at the blue sky that waited for night to come, and soaked in the array of colors that overlaid the hilly landscape. About a mile down the stretch, she could see the small lake where her father and her would go fishing. Despite never catching much when she did it was always little pan fish that were enough to…

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In Williamsburg, a town in Brooklyn, rooted a tree called by some “The Tree of Heaven.” many trees alike this one never were prosperous in growth, always failing to reach the high skies. This tree, in eleven-year-old Francie Nolan’s yard, particularly was special because it signified growth through struggle. The heavenly tree’s lush umbrella shaped leaves cascaded around a third floor fire escape. This is where Francie adored most of all. She had perched on the fire escape from time to time,…

A large clearing in the forest, there is a lake bordering the right side of the clearing. And a very large hollowed tree towers over the clearing. It is very late in the night, but the moon is full and illuminating the clearing. ELIZA WISHART is sitting in front of the tree with her head on her knees. She is holding a small pocket knife. The word “sorry” has been carved into the bottom of the tree. ELIZA: I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Laura; this is all my fault. I followed you here, I watched you…

Good morning Diane! ChaCha and I just returned from our run and I was just thinking about you :-) Now I understand why you dislike pesky squirrels and chipmunks, they love taunting ChaCha running across the porch, stopping and looking at her as if to say “ha, ha – you are stuck inside, I spit at you, you stupid dog!!!”. I would love to let her loose, but I know better, the fence will be put up the first of next week and then she can chase all she wants, or at least until she trees or catches…

The wind blew as the flame colored leaves fell from the tree and plummeted onto the ground. I could practically feel the seasons transitioning from summer to autumn as today happened to be known as "The Evil Haunted Shrub." The evil haunted shrub was a name given to the forest that seemed to be one of the loneliest forest that still remained. Other than trees I considered it to be nearly empty, however the town considered it to be the deadliest forest around, especially the night before…