Written for Crimsonβs Creative Challenge.
Hereβs where Crispina’s image took me.
Tag: Trees
Guardian Of The Thrones
Written for Crimsonβs Creative Challenge.
Iβve selected two photos for my story.
Hereβs where the images took me.
Picnic
Written for Gerry & Sueβs Weekly Prompts –
The One Day Prompt. The image is courtesy of
Crispina Kempβs Picture Post Sunday; I have
included her original photo caption into the body
of my story. Hereβs where the prompts took me.
Caliban O’Doole
Originally written in 2022, this is my take
on a beloved fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm.
Wraithwood
Written for Crispinaβs Crimsonβs Creative
Challenge #057. I chose pic #1.
Hereβs where the image took me.
Into The Woods
Written for Melissaβs Fandango
Flash Fiction Challenge – #337.
Hereβs where the photo prompt took me.
Slowly Dying
Written for Crispinaβs Crimsonβs
Creative Challenge #047. I chose pic #1.
Hereβs where the image took me.
Rainy Night
Written for Estherβs Laughing Along
With A Limerick #243. Using the prompt
word βtouchβ, this is my limerick.
Night Air
Written for Eugiβs Moonwashed Weekly
Prompt, incorporating βforests cloakedβ,
βundisclosedβ and βpurple hazeβ.
This is my response, an etheree.
Up In Tall Trees
Written for Sadjeβs What Do You See # 282
and Esther’s Laughing Along With A Limerick
with the inclusion of the word ‘chill’.
This is my limerick response.
To Fly
Written for Eugiβs Moonwashed Weekly Prompt,
I have chosen her prompt βreach for infinityβ.
Fallen Soldier
Written for The Unicorn Challenge where we are
encouraged to be creative in 250 words or less
using the photo prompt below. Originally written in 2022
as a 750-word story, this is my revamped submission.
I stood at the bedroom window staring at the devastation caused by the previous nightβs storm. My wife Dianna is going to be crushed when she sees what happened during the night β Mother Nature at her fiercest. I heard Dianna stirring in bed.
βMike, itβs so early. Whatβs wrong?β she asked sleepily.
βWe had a pretty bad storm last night. Itβs not good, hon. We lost some treesβ I replied.
She threw off the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, feet skimming the floor searching for discarded slippers. βNot Red. Please donβt say we lost Red!β
Dianna gasped loudly at the sight before her, then the tears came. She cried for a long time. I held her and let her cry; this was not something carelessly brushed aside or easily forgotten.
Finally her sobs lessened and with a broken heart and a weakened voice she sighed,Β βPoor Red! How I loved that beautiful old tree. Look at him now, a fallen soldier.β
We sat on the bed side by side; I spoke tenderly. βThereβs no shame in mourning the loss of a tree. Itβs not silly. It is, after all, a living thing. Does it feel pain when a leaf is plucked or a branch broken? Does it thirstily lap the rain after a dry spell? Does it feel your heartbeat as you rest a weary back against its old, sturdy trunk? How can we presume such things are not possible? No, it’s not silly at all.“
NARΒ©2024
250 Words
This is “Falling (Death Of A Tree)” by Over The Rhine
All text, graphics and videos are copyright for The Sicilian Storyteller, The Elephantβs Trunk and The Rhythm Section and are not for use by anyone without permission. NARΒ©2017-present.
The Proofreader
Written for The Unicorn Challenge where we are
encouraged to get creative in 250 words or less
using the photo below as inspiration. This is my story
Dear God in heaven! How the hell Iβm supposed to get through this book is beyond me!
Iβve been at it now for hours and Iβm bored stiff. I donβt know who this guy thinks he is but Iβll tell you what heβs not β¦. a good writer! Iβve read menus more interesting than this rot!
Jeez Louise! Iβve come across some real clunkers in my day but this one is totally b-o-r-i-n-g. Haul out the woodchipper!
The owner of the small publishing business behind me, Miss Willow Everwood, is my boss; I work there as a proofreader and I really like my job but reading this book is torture. Miss Everwood spotted me dozing off on the chair and demanded I sit on the hard pavement to keep from getting too comfortable and falling asleep. She even said she didnβt want me rooting around inside until I was done with my job.
Well, now my limbs are as stiff as an old hickory stick, my noggin feels like itβs full of sawdust and my buttβs as hard as a slab of redwood. I swear if I have to keep reading this, Iβm going to nod off right here in the middle of the sidewalk and start sawing wood.
If I had a rope Iβd hang myself from the nearest tree! But Iβm not about to get all sappy.
Well, good luck to this Tolkien guy if he thinks heβs going to make it with these creepy Ent people!
NARΒ©2024
250 Words
This is Rob Inglis with βEnts and Entwivesβ
All text, graphics and videos are copyright for The Sicilian Storyteller, The Elephantβs Trunk and The Rhythm Section and are not for use by anyone without permission. NARΒ©2017-present.
REBIRTH
The writing challenge from Fandango #FFFC #183: In what way does this image inspire?
Unseen, unwanted and alone
Iβve stood here a thousand years
Until you came, a man forlorn
And I felt your salty wet tears
Whatever caused this pain in you
And made you feel this way
Whatever broke your heart in two
Now makes my branches sway
Please come back again to me
Lay your head upon my bough
Cry your tears so tenderly
And smooth your furrowed brow
Tis life I feel again in me
Love locked in by this earth
Come back to this abandoned tree
And instill in me rebirth
NAR Β© 2022
The Elephant's Trunk 