Forest and City

Another 100 word piece.

I found the notes all torn up on the stone wall.

Nothing could explain them. Lord knows I can't do it here.

They were soggy, the ink ran, indecipherable after all the rain.

The birds twittered over head, way up the tall, skinny maples.

Can you explain?

What’s there to fear?

This was inescapable, unmanned drone evil.

It carried with me everywhere I went, forest, city, you can’t shake it.

It was spring chewing at the foundation.

This revolution wasn’t televised, but it won’t be forgotten when we lose it all.  

It’s much too far to crawl. On your knees. 

Reviews

[Blair Palmerlee]

Very solid tone. It says a lot without having to say much; it's what I like to read.

[Em]

This is great.

[SydneyLK]

Thanks!

[Be myself!]

I am very impressed. I could probably never just write a hundred but you....you can. Amazing. Keep writing.

[SydneyLK]

Thank you for the encouragement!

[Be myself!]

Your welcome.

[Brandon Wilson]

I like your 100 word challenges you do, I'll have to start doing them. I liked how you described the sodden pages, I could visualize the ink running on the pages as someone picked them up.

[SydneyLK]

Thanks! I learned the challenge from a blogger who helped me out when I first started writing, Nate at Mr. London Street blog. They became quite a fad in our circle of bloggers, but have since died out. I still do them occasionally for fun. =)

[robing123456]

i tried to count the words, just to make sure. I got distracted. regardless of the number, i like it