Dancing in the Wind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Autum has come and that means trouble for the leaves.

Dancing in the Wind

Summer has come and gone. The blistering sun turned cold. The air thick and heavy filled with memories of summer past. My friends along with myself are all withering and dying, we are getting ready to be born again. To rise, like a phoenix from our ashes.

 The autumn has come, Cold and unforgiving, Leading us blindly into winter, Crumbling us all to a fine powder. I was once a beautiful young leaf. My spines glittered like the sun that shone down from above. I will be like that again when I am born again in spring. But until then I remain as crinkled as a grandmother’s skin.

 My companions are starting to float lazing to the ground. A terrible gust wind blew the rest of our mother tree. We are supposed to still have a week left.

   Then along came the rumble. The leaf blower, the terroriser of all leaves, we quiver and quake it its presence. The world is spinning round in circles as I float down and get swept into garbage bags.

In the inside of the course garbage bag there are holes dotted along its interior allowing us to look out. They are hauling us into a truck with the name Mulch Incorporated written on the side.

  I can feel nausea rising. If I’m not born again our mother tree will die. I must get back to save it. If I throw myself at the holes then maybe I can break through. The effort is zapping my energy.

Maybe I just lie down just for a minute. No I’ll just fall asleep, Must keep going. The hole is now big enough to fit through. I throw myself out.

Then float softly to the ground. The Amazon ranger’s park is 102km away, long way to walk especially when you’re a leaf. I wish my old friend the wind hadn’t left me. I trudge slowly down the road and think about the fact that the re-birthing ceremony is tonight at sundown. Then a giant gust of wind blew me of my feet. My friend has come to my aid. Travelling at light speed down the road I realize that I won’t get there in time. So I jump the speed up a notch to ludicrous speed.

My home and mother tree is in sight and the ceremony has just begun. I will make it. I drop lightly at the foot of the tree as the wind dies down. I am swallowed by the tree. It is time for me to rest and wait for spring to come.


Submitted: June 09, 2009

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MissChildish

That's really nice, definetly different from anything I've ever read!!! Well Done!!! ^_^

Tue, June 9th, 2009 11:19am

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i wanted it to be different and are you reading everything i put up.

Tue, June 9th, 2009 4:27am

Brian W

Do not let your grandmother see the reference about wrinkled skin. A really good story about a leaf. Well written and original
SO just how fast is "ludicrous speed" :-)

Thu, July 9th, 2009 12:08am

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Thanx and i never intened to let my grandma see it. Ludicris speed is well faster than light speed.

Thu, July 9th, 2009 7:54pm

yuu shindemura

lolz that was---at almost i thought it was a bit of gothic, if only it's not a 'leaf'.^^ but the story of this leaf is very gripping, MCD-chan!^^ really, very creative, and very acknowledging for anyone to read this!^^

it has a beautiful mark of using fable concept, but this has a proving story.^^ great work!^^

Sat, September 26th, 2009 2:15pm

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Thanx, i hope other people like it to.

Sat, September 26th, 2009 6:04pm

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