Saturday, 11 March 2017

The tree by Kirsten

The ground shook, the sky wavered. What was happening? I staggered around, trying to find something stable enough to hold onto. I went to grab hold of a tree when it was brought to my attention that the tree wasn't shaking, it was moving. The tree was sporadically moving upwards; every minute or so. Then suddenly colossal, grey, rock like things emerged from the ground. They kept rising and rising. A minute or so later they had stopped rising and the ground had finally stopped shaking. I looked closely at the thing. It was a hand holding up the tree!

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