Purdy Bear
Well-Known Member
I decided to write a piece as often as I could and to try to expand my imagination, so I came up with the following:
The assignment: To pick one picture from a magazine and write
a small piece about it. There is no time limit or word length.
Here is what I wrote, I'll tell you what the picture was at the
end:
I'm not sure how it happened! I was just going about my normal
day, walking along the street texting a friend, going for the
morning paper. The sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky,
just a warm breeze tickling with my hair.
When suddenly, everyone was hit by this beam of bright light
coming from the depths of the sky. It made me fizz all over,
then pulsate, I could feel things beginning to change. People
were screaming around me, from the old to the young.
My feet started to change, gone were the shoes replaced by
wooden roots that reached down through the pavement into the
deep ground below. It was travelling up my body like a quick
shock wave. Then my body was gone into a trunk, my arms turned into branches. I screamed as my lungs gave their final breath.
Just before my eyes were covered in a vail of bark I glanced
around to see everyone else being turned into trees as well.
In the distance people were running from the beam but there was
no escape for them. The last thing to go was my hair, it took a while to turn into leaves and blossom.
That was some fifty years ago, and I can barely remember being
that other person. Looking back, I realise now, it was the
saving of me.
Now, I hum in my tree voice to others close by. We have had
some good conversations. For the first years, it was how we had got into this predicament. Some said it was a U.F.O. but I
never saw anything like that. Then we went quite for a while,
as everything slowly changed around us, the buildings began to
crumble, pavements and roads replaced by meadows. I suppose
that lasted a few years, its hard to tell when your a tree.
About thirty years ago, we all agreed not to worry ourselves
about how it happened but to be positive about it. We often
laugh about doing things like housework, driving cars and
running from our true selves. No time to smell the flowers
back then.
Life is much more relaxed now. The birds bring us news
everyday, and with Spring we have the joy of feeling our leaves
return and the new babies around us.
We soon found our seeds, nuts and acorns were furtile, so we
now begin to see the raising of a forest. I watch small insects going about their business for hours, hear and understand the Magpies chirp and see the sunset everynight. What more could I want, life is good!
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The picture was of a tree house.
The assignment: To pick one picture from a magazine and write
a small piece about it. There is no time limit or word length.
Here is what I wrote, I'll tell you what the picture was at the
end:
I'm not sure how it happened! I was just going about my normal
day, walking along the street texting a friend, going for the
morning paper. The sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky,
just a warm breeze tickling with my hair.
When suddenly, everyone was hit by this beam of bright light
coming from the depths of the sky. It made me fizz all over,
then pulsate, I could feel things beginning to change. People
were screaming around me, from the old to the young.
My feet started to change, gone were the shoes replaced by
wooden roots that reached down through the pavement into the
deep ground below. It was travelling up my body like a quick
shock wave. Then my body was gone into a trunk, my arms turned into branches. I screamed as my lungs gave their final breath.
Just before my eyes were covered in a vail of bark I glanced
around to see everyone else being turned into trees as well.
In the distance people were running from the beam but there was
no escape for them. The last thing to go was my hair, it took a while to turn into leaves and blossom.
That was some fifty years ago, and I can barely remember being
that other person. Looking back, I realise now, it was the
saving of me.
Now, I hum in my tree voice to others close by. We have had
some good conversations. For the first years, it was how we had got into this predicament. Some said it was a U.F.O. but I
never saw anything like that. Then we went quite for a while,
as everything slowly changed around us, the buildings began to
crumble, pavements and roads replaced by meadows. I suppose
that lasted a few years, its hard to tell when your a tree.
About thirty years ago, we all agreed not to worry ourselves
about how it happened but to be positive about it. We often
laugh about doing things like housework, driving cars and
running from our true selves. No time to smell the flowers
back then.
Life is much more relaxed now. The birds bring us news
everyday, and with Spring we have the joy of feeling our leaves
return and the new babies around us.
We soon found our seeds, nuts and acorns were furtile, so we
now begin to see the raising of a forest. I watch small insects going about their business for hours, hear and understand the Magpies chirp and see the sunset everynight. What more could I want, life is good!
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The picture was of a tree house.
