Trees were all around me. They had bare branches the seemed to reach out to me but also block my path. I touched a tree as if expecting to hear its heart beating but all I felt was the yearning to reach out. I looked at them in a different way and saw their feet as a tree trunk and their arms separated into several thick branches that twisted and turned. The only thing the tree didn't seem to have was a face or a heart. Slowly, I began to walk between the trees while ducking under the sharp branches. Then, the line of trees stopped with a tree at the end completely blocking my path. I saw no way out and the branches that seemed to reach out looked menacing. They frightened me and I tried to remember how I came to be there. I remembered that I was walking through the trees but then.... I came to be here. Which direction? It seemed impossible to choose an absolute direction so I traced my steps back to where the trees surrounded me. I chose another line of trees the loomed taller over my head. They pulled up the ground with their roots, making the path harder to walk. Again, I came back the way I came and followed another path. Actually, it wasn't really a path... Trees were fallen down on top of each other and they were impossible to climb. I went back again and found one last path. The trees were in a straight line and they allowed me to walk by. I saw that the trees in front of me had branches with leaves and flowers. My heart felt uplifted and I saw that these branches also reached out. This time, as I walked down the line, I let them branches touch my face until I found the end.
Well, it's quite a deep story, in it's own way. The paths themselves could be anything. A bad relationship, a bad professional choice.
It doesn't even have to be bad. They could be choices that we make daily that have no outlet. So, do we collapse and complain about not being able to find the right path? Surely not! We turn around and find the path with the flowered trees! Such is life, really.
Interesting work.
You could describe the air of the forest a bit more, make it harder to trudge through, perhaps. You know. Life.
-Zak
A very good story. You describe things very well and make the story interesting enough to keep on reading. Love the sentence: The only thing the tree didn't seem to have was a face or a heart. A truly mesmerizing story.
Well, it's quite a deep story, in it's own way. The paths themselves could be anything. A bad relationship, a bad professional choice.
It doesn't even have to be bad. They could be choices that we make daily that have no outlet. So, do we collapse and complain about not being able to find the right path? Surely not! We turn around and find the path with the flowered trees! Such is life, really.
Interesting work.
You could describe the air of the forest a bit more, make it harder to trudge through, perhaps. You know. Life.
-Zak
My name is Brynna Wynne Wiley. Aka: BrynnaW. I'm supposed to tell all about myself right here but... I've done that before.
Now, it's just about the writing. more..