Squirrels darted out of the way as the girl ran through the
forest.She threw branches aside,
knocking spiders and inchworms off balance as they wondered what was
wrong.She was usually such a peaceable
girl.Sad, but peaceable.Not today.Today she ran as fast as she could to the clearing, not caring what was
in her way.
The oaks opened their arms as the girl they’d come to call
their own flung herself into the clear open space and buried her face in the
lush grass, drenching it with her tears.As if a silent command was given, they spread their thick branches,
weaving them into a dark green curtain.They knew she would want to be alone.Their leaves rustled in worried anxiety as they watched her frail body
shake, contorting with each gut-wrenching cry.
They didn’t know where the girl had come from, but from the
day she first wandered into the clearing they taught her everything nature had
to offer.They rocked her to sleep in
their leafy branches, humming the secrets of the world into her dreams.But as she grew, the child that they knew
slowly began to disappear.She no longer
danced with the golden butterflies or sang along with the warblers and the
finch.She came running to the clearing
every night, begging for the comfort that nature brought as her tears turned
the warm brown dirt to mud.
Today was the worst.The sky darkened as she continued to cry releasing the stories of her
life through her tears.Friends who’d
loved and abandoned her.A mother who
hated everything about her.A boy,
handsome, but he didn’t understand.No
one understood their girl.As hard as
she tried, nothing seemed to work out.They
rustled their leaves in discontent.
They watched, helplessly, as the rain began to pour.She lifted her face, allowing the angry drops
to sting her skin.She wanted to give up.She wanted to allow the only thing that ever
comforted her, to take her into its arms forever.She pleaded silently for the rain to wash her
away, but it only came crashing down harder.With a shrilling scream, she flung herself into the nearest tree banging
her fists against its unrelenting bark.The thunder roared, drowning out her cries.She couldn’t take it anymore.
She wouldn’t.
Sinking to the ground, she leaned her head against the oak’s
hollow trunk.She closed her eyes,
allowing the violent rain to pound into her skin as she gave in to the madness
that was her life.
The story was very good. You surprise me with this one. I like the description and the character in the story. Could feel the rush and movement in your words. A excellent story. Thank you.
Coyote
This has alot of spectacular imagery, I loved visualizing everything. I can tell this was written out of somewhere that you're not sure of because I can see this being interpreted in may different ways. Great work.
Kind of fantasy-like. Reminds me of the LOTR imagery with the living trees. Also, it shows how destructive human nature can be against the backdrop of mother nature. Very though provoking.
Cattie, you are definately a poet, at heart. Even your story sings of poetry. How lovely for you to write of nature being someone's closest friend and comfort. What a lovely idea, indeed. This piece was very well written and an absolute pleasure to read.
Love it! I can understand why she would just submit to the madness, after a while you just feel you don't have the strength to continue fighting what ever it is your fighting, and she did. Wonderful story!
This is full of emotion and imagery. I love this. You describe in a very detailed way how nature makes me feel and I was once that girl running a and singing in the woods. It is still my home. Very nice.
I am lots of things, but here you'd identify most with the writer and avid reader. I have three beautiful children. The oldest boy, Seth, passed last year after fighting a long battle with cancer. .. more..
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