Creative Writing

Apple

This was one of my favorite assignments we did this past semester. We were to take a general concept and elaborate on it in different ways through a poem, drama, and short story. This was a lot of fun because I honestly picked the first thing that popped into my head. Enjoy!

Pros
It seemed to suck out all color from the rest of world because of it's intense vibrance. The sharp red was so enticing that I did not dare take my eyes from it for fear that the beautiful object might disappear. It almost had an aura that drew me closer as the woman presented it to me. I steadily withdrew my hand from the depths of my cloak and let the crisp air tingle at my fingers as I reached toward the gift. Just before I grasped for the object, my eyes flickered up to the woman's gray eyes and her face crinkled into a smile, prompting me to take it, and so I did.
As my fingertips grazed against it's surface, I noticed how smooth and delicate it was. Now that it was in my possession, I recognized how it was not purely red, rather, it had specks of deeper red and orange. Turning it over in my hands, I watched as the bright color radiated against the grayness of the surroundings. It seemed so out of place; a warm and smooth object that seemed to be alive in my hands with a heartbeat of it's own. The redness was so magnificent that it looked to be sent from the heavens, given to only those worthy enough of it's splendor, yet it had come into my hands.
Not wanting to waste any more time marveling at the object, I brought it to my mouth, the blueness of my lips contrasting with the warmth of the red. I closed my eyes, letting the visible puffs of my breath reverberate onto the object. I sank my teeth into it as the old woman watched with eager eyes. Then, my knees gave way beneath me and my body crumpled down into the snow. I lay there paralyzed, staring intently at the object before my eyes; a single bite carved in the center.

Drama
Upon hearing the crackling of the stem connected to the tree branch, Apple begins his farewells to his companions.
APPLE: Well my friends, I guess that time has finally come.
TREE: (mumbles) Finally!
BIRD: Oh, is that so?
APPLE: Yes. I have tried my hardest all this time to stay as long as I can to share my intriguing presence with you all, but it seems that I can hold on no longer. I must fly on.
LEAF: (bluntly) Well you will be missed.
APPLE: I know it must break your heart's to see me go, but I reassure you, I will be alright. The world below us isn't more than a few feet down and we all may speak again someday-
TREE: I hope you are done soon because I can't stand this much longer.
APPLE: Oh Tree, don't cry when I leave. Know that I will be living out my dreams and having new adventures that I wish all of you could experience.
LEAF: You know, you aren't the only one who falls from the tree at some point-
APPLE: This small talk is pointless now, so I must give my last words of wisdom. You all are my finest apprentices and some day I hope you will reach my level of greatness. Do not loose hope without me! I will live on-
(BIRD flies over to the branch where APPLE is hanging and hops on it a few times until it snaps)
APPLE: AAAIIEEEHH! I AM AFRAID!
(APPLE lands with a thud on the ground)
TREE, BIRD, LEAF: (in relief) *sigh*

Poem
Waiting in the common air,
A touch of inspiration,
Bringing either indifference or enlightenment;
The apple begins to roll.

A wave of change upon it's smooth surface,
But does it sink deep?
Down to the core?
The apple continues to roll.

Innovation seeps through the juicy meat,
Collecting and formulating
New figments for later;
The apple remains rolling.

A surge of inventiveness reaches the center,
But there is no need for repeats.
The tiny seeds of imagination rest at the core
As the apple keeps rolling

And the apple will never stop rolling,
Seeds will never stop growing.
They will pave the pathway onward,
As the apple continues on.