Hungry

Deep in the woods, they feed on the trees. Snap snap snap, as a chainsaw their teeth. Devour the crown and the roots. Even the dirt and the seeds. The insatiable creatures that feed on the trees.

But now they go hungry, woods turn to highways and trees into houses. Dirt is under cement and seeds are dead. Now they feed on the grass between the pavement.

But don’t be suprised if when there’s no grass, they turn to an alternate sorce of food. Or maybe just snap and go for revenge. And go snap snap snap at our necks.

Author's Note

I wrote some stuff I really like but I can't show them to you because I am gonna participate in competitions :( There was this poem about a woman that's scared of getting old I wrote and it's probably my fav I've written but I can't show it to you aghh. And so enjoy this 100-word short story that was just fun to write but also, we're killing nature and it will kill us