Wake Me When It’s Over_A Day in the Life of a Big Oak Tree_Bare Necessities_The Bumblebee
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Wake Me When It’s Over
They are so easy to manipulate. I don’t even have to touch them. They play with dolls in their dollhouses, but I play with their minds. All I have to do is plant ideas and watch the fun. A few of them know about me and blame me for what happens. They call me trickster, deceiver, or Lucifer. The problem is that I’m not to blame. I don’t have free will, but they do. I can’t help doing what I do. They have choices. They can choose not to harm each other. They don’t have to pillage, rape, conquer, and destroy. They could live in peace and harmony if they really wanted to. They could band together ...
A Day in the Life of a Big Oak Tree
When I was seventeen I climbed a big oak tree. I looked out on the park beneath my feet and I watched the sunset. I liked sunsets in Colorado because they were always colorful. They filled the air with yellows, oranges, pinks, purples, and ended with a deep blue. I enjoyed watching the sun rays reach through the leaves of the big oak tree. First, I would drive to the park from work after a long shift. I would open up the sun roof of my Volvo and listen to loud love songs, sometimes loud songs of heartbreak. Once I parked, I’d turn down the volume and put in my earbuds. I’d walk to the edge...
Bare Necessities
*Nainika’s Note* Well, I don't know what this is. I tried a perspective I have never tried before, and I am not sure how well it worked, so let me know what you think! The bear yawned and stretched, her mouth gaping wide to show her long canines. A long-honed instinct had woken her up for the first nudge of sprinwww.onedoor.ccg, and she had awoken to the sweet smell of flowers pushing through the frozen earth. All through the winter, the bear had slept on, her metabolism ticking over just enough to keep her alive. Periodically she rose in a sleepy trance to turn and adjust her body position before being tug...
The Bumblebee
At 6:42pm, the last book was checked out of the library for that day. It was a book about bumblebees. The book-borrower, a young girl, had noticed the bees beginning to appear in her yard and this had set her to wonder. Where do they live? Do they live in hives? She had read somewhere that they live alone in small holes in the ground. Do they envy the other bees who live in big hives, wagging their tails at each other all day?She threw the book into her bag, hopped on to her bicycle and meandered across the small town. The town had a small square in the center where some people would gather ...