Post by Nikki on Dec 2, 2008 20:33:56 GMT -5
Hey all! Just got back from another tiring day at school, but I thought I'd share something I was working on for a blog. This week's one is called Creative Writing and I chose to write about the last tree in the forest. ...From my perspective! 
Anyway, I thought I'd share with ya'll. 
Tell me if you thought it was good, or just made you smile. 
Kinda scary in parts. ;D 
SHMUSH! The quiet tree a few miles off from where I stood firmly, rooted in the ground, came down quickly on the damp dirt below as the last hit of the axe pounded its trunk. A sudden looming feeling overwhelmed me. The last tree in the forest… I thought. All the jokes felt as if they were mocking my existence. FALL! FALL! They all screamed at me, and I guessed I didn’t have much more time before the foresters came to chop me down too.
When I looked around, the area seemed bare; no vegetation growing, just the soil quickly turning into wet mud with the winter rains. I could hardly even see my branches that were being pelted with the cold precipitation falling down from the sky even though my leaves were the main target. A single tear fell down my hollow body, dripping onto the last remaining flower, huddled by my roots. I leaned protectively over it, but what was the point? For all I knew, the poor daisy would be squashed, too, while I was being shredded for whatever purpose those…those meanies had for chopping me down! My hope was being crinkled like a piece of paper someone had failed to do an equation on.
A sudden twig being stepped on made a snapping sound and I turned to see what it was disturbing my last moments alive. After waiting a few moments, a small dog I’d seen tagging along with their masters felt the desire to go fetch food for them in the forest ran giddily around the ground. My ground, I thought solemnly. I prepared myself for the pain of being cut, a sudden attack from what I’d heard from close acquaintances of fellow tree mates. But almost as soon as the little dog had come galloping out, he turned back, his tail hidden under his leg.
At first I didn’t see what had caused this adorable creature to be so startled but my small eyes grew enormously when I saw what was lifting up a huge axe to my back. I wanted to scream at him! You can’t do that to me, but I was silenced with a quick THUD against the bark. Some scraped off and left me feeling exposed. How dare he! I closed my eyes and squeezed them shut, hoping that it would make the feeling go away, but it just would not. The man persisted, and I even hear him exhaling deeply as lifting the heavy tool wore him out.
Several seconds later, and I could just feel the last strings keeping me in this life. I pleaded silently for the last hit to be made, but the process seemed to go on forever. Thinking about how I’d pass on gave me the heebie-jeebies so I always put it off, but now I wished I had just died at an older age, not only a few hundred years after being planted. No, no, much too soon! I had so many things to do, so many things to see, and now this man was going to take that away? I’d think not. This was my life, and I will tell this man to not cut me down if that’s what it takes. I tried to push him away with flailing branches, but they ached in pain. I winced as he slowly swung at the last piece of bark holding me on, and braced myself. But when I blinked, I wasn’t near a forester, nor in an empty forest. I was with all the other trees like always had been. It must’ve just been a dream…a horrible dream. I sighed, and laid my leaves back, for that dream had sure felt like a wild reality.
Wells...there you have it.
Anyway, I thought I'd share with ya'll. Tell me if you thought it was good, or just made you smile. Kinda scary in parts. ;D SHMUSH! The quiet tree a few miles off from where I stood firmly, rooted in the ground, came down quickly on the damp dirt below as the last hit of the axe pounded its trunk. A sudden looming feeling overwhelmed me. The last tree in the forest… I thought. All the jokes felt as if they were mocking my existence. FALL! FALL! They all screamed at me, and I guessed I didn’t have much more time before the foresters came to chop me down too.
When I looked around, the area seemed bare; no vegetation growing, just the soil quickly turning into wet mud with the winter rains. I could hardly even see my branches that were being pelted with the cold precipitation falling down from the sky even though my leaves were the main target. A single tear fell down my hollow body, dripping onto the last remaining flower, huddled by my roots. I leaned protectively over it, but what was the point? For all I knew, the poor daisy would be squashed, too, while I was being shredded for whatever purpose those…those meanies had for chopping me down! My hope was being crinkled like a piece of paper someone had failed to do an equation on.
A sudden twig being stepped on made a snapping sound and I turned to see what it was disturbing my last moments alive. After waiting a few moments, a small dog I’d seen tagging along with their masters felt the desire to go fetch food for them in the forest ran giddily around the ground. My ground, I thought solemnly. I prepared myself for the pain of being cut, a sudden attack from what I’d heard from close acquaintances of fellow tree mates. But almost as soon as the little dog had come galloping out, he turned back, his tail hidden under his leg.
At first I didn’t see what had caused this adorable creature to be so startled but my small eyes grew enormously when I saw what was lifting up a huge axe to my back. I wanted to scream at him! You can’t do that to me, but I was silenced with a quick THUD against the bark. Some scraped off and left me feeling exposed. How dare he! I closed my eyes and squeezed them shut, hoping that it would make the feeling go away, but it just would not. The man persisted, and I even hear him exhaling deeply as lifting the heavy tool wore him out.
Several seconds later, and I could just feel the last strings keeping me in this life. I pleaded silently for the last hit to be made, but the process seemed to go on forever. Thinking about how I’d pass on gave me the heebie-jeebies so I always put it off, but now I wished I had just died at an older age, not only a few hundred years after being planted. No, no, much too soon! I had so many things to do, so many things to see, and now this man was going to take that away? I’d think not. This was my life, and I will tell this man to not cut me down if that’s what it takes. I tried to push him away with flailing branches, but they ached in pain. I winced as he slowly swung at the last piece of bark holding me on, and braced myself. But when I blinked, I wasn’t near a forester, nor in an empty forest. I was with all the other trees like always had been. It must’ve just been a dream…a horrible dream. I sighed, and laid my leaves back, for that dream had sure felt like a wild reality.
Wells...there you have it. 
One way or the other, I'm glad the tree didn't die.
