The Tree Full of ApplesA Story by Saol RyderlTroubles have come to find me and I cant escape this cycle. How did I get here? How do I escape? To be ones TRUE self is to be FREE.As I glazed at the
waters ripples I could see myself waving through the mirror like image. My mind
had been racing through the endless embankments of cluelessness, how could I
cause such enormous distress and disaster; such a feeling of hopelessness. I looked around the endless green field around
me then I looked towards the sky, but with fear of not even knowing what was
really beyond that field or blue sky. Then I noticed the apple tree. That thick
stubby, brown trunk and its blossoming leaves were glowing in the sun, but the
objects of nature that struck out to me were the apples that hung strong
together with the tree along with the ones that lay around the tree as well. I
then began to grab an apple that was lurking by the appealing pond. I then
bounced the shiny, red apple into the glistening water to see if they’d
actually float. I threw one and the frustration left my body when I heard the
splash it made at connection. It was a relief, a huge stress reliever, so I
threw another one neglecting the fact of why I had even started to in the first
place, but that feeling was unbelievable. One after the other they quickly
slipped off my fingertips splashing and making more ripples while I screamed
from enjoyment. Now, my only thought that raced through my head was the thought
of nothing could hold me back. I was invincible, nothing could stop me, but
then I glanced for a moment at the water and came back to reality as I stared
at myself through the rippling mirror. The thought of what I had become came
back mind, why didn’t I stop it earlier? Why had I pushed my luck this far? I glanced around and all the apples that I had
thrown were undeniably floating graciously on top of the pond. I starred at my
shoes and then at the water again, in a way, eager to go ahead and jump into
the pond. I slung my pair of shoes off
along with my pants and shirt; exposing my bareness to the miles of greenery
and skies of blue. I dove right in with no hesitation or curiosity only with
just a behavior of impulsiveness. I began to push an apple down into the underwater
world looking anxiously at the apple; it seemed like it was lurking in the dark
searching for a light way escape. Next thing I knew, I felt a drop of another
apple that rumbled from the tree heavily splashing into the water. I then
pushed my luck even further and started to hold the other apple underwater as
well. Now both hands were holding down apples and my only goal commenced to
become: hold as many apples underwater as you can. But violently they came one
by one tumbling down the hill and into the water, faster and faster they began
to splash into the water and faster and faster I tried to hold these apples
from reaching the light of day. I used almost every limb and ounce of energy to
hold these apples down. Laying down in the shallow the water was almost up to
my head and my worries felt like they sank down into my soul. Unfortunately, in
my point of being the most vulnerable, another came tumbling down the hill and
into the water. As I tried playing the quick game I reached towards the newly
fallen apple, but to my shock nature took its inevitable toll towards my body
and had me almost drowned instantly. I quickly tried to recover repeating
motions from my feet to hands. As I pushed an apple down out flew another apple
from the water launching into the air, and no matter how hard or fast I tried
to contain the apples underwater, but every apple began to surface. Soon after
the incident every apple that I had hidden from the free open air was out above
the horizon of the waters for the sky and land to see. -
Saol
Ryderl © 2013 Saol RyderlAuthor's Note
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Added on July 30, 2013 Last Updated on July 30, 2013 AuthorSaol RyderlAcworth, GAAboutHey Guys! I am a human seeking for some comments on my creations. Please feel free to give some advice as well as some reticule. Some of my creations in the making include: writings, drawings and pain.. more..Writing
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