It was eleven years ago that it happened when the plants and all the things in nature waged war on the humans, the trees got minds of there own, ripped their roots from the ground and walked. They knocked down power lines and trampled houses and buildings in there wake. We were at war with mother nature all green things against us. There were just enough of them left to put us on the verge of extinction.
Until one day it stopped very abruptly and all was silent. The war lasted three years and in that time our buildings were destroyed and there was no such thing as electricity. The human population has dwindled and most of us are wild savages that will eat anything even our own kind. This is the nightmare of the world I live in. I will warn you, if you do not stop tearing down the trees without a thought to them or their kind. Do you really think they will stand idle? You are but fools, they will fight back. I would know for this note is from the future of your world.
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Imagination Station
Short StoryA collection of short stories that I will write just to practice my writing skills and try different genres. I'm warning you, they will be short. And by short I mean SHORT. From a paragraph to 3 pages in length ( which will happen rarely) I will try...
