An Uncanny Tree
Fifties by the Fire
Fifties by the Fire — a fifty-word, prompt-based writing exercise. Feel free to share your response below or read and comment to join the fun.
Prompt: Write a fifty-word story (fiction, CNF, or poetry) about an uncanny tree.
Here are the other guidelines:
Make sure your story is exactly fifty words. Feel free to use Word Counter or your preferred word processor.
Write a title with the genre in the first line.
The title does not factor into the word count.
Good luck and have fun. Happy writing!
I apologize for the lack of story prompts over the past couple of months. Back to business, as usual—except on a new day.
Below is my contribution.
Purgatory, fiction
Purgatory was different for everyone. When John entered, he was thrust back into his old world, forced to live out his new life firmly rooted in the ground.
See. . . John became a tree.
As he aged, he understood tranquility. He became home to animals and insects alike.
He still stands.
I originally wrote this story years ago. When I stumbled upon this tree, it reminded me of this particular character and his circumstances.
Under The Pine (An Uncanny Tree)
Night brings its shadows with it.
I cannot tell what the hour is.
Light rests on its own reflection.
Everything holds.
Even the wind stands aside
as I sit there under the twisted pine,
dry needles beneath me,
until the shape of the sky
becomes the shape of my looking.
Eye of Walnut Tree (Uncanny tree Poem)
Alone the tree stands.
Look through the cracked open seed,
There's a door. See blue sky.
That reflects auras;
Across-clouds smile.
Grasp the beholder’s hand.
See our self become two;
Cheerful dark eyes open
Gaze wide to meet next door
To see life anew from a black walnut’s eye.