Short Stories

Living Fences

I recently spent some time in Costa Rica. One of their attractions is the living fences. Pretty cool right? The farmers first settling the land would stab branches into the ground to mark territory, and the soil was so fertile that the plants would just grow back. The farmers were fascinated by this, and a large farming community formed because of the rich soil. The living fences were very interesting, and eventually became a trend. I mean the plants just came back! And the best part is? This happens everywhere. Sure Costa Rica has the fastest regrowth, but all over the world you see sprouts growing from tree stumps. We already know this process happens with any plant. What we don't yet know, is how long it takes for the same thing to happen to a human. Imagine it. Thousand of the dead being reborn from their graves. Rising from the ashes of humanity like a phoenix. But... What about the damned? The people so terrible that they were killed or wished dead. Hitler, Al Capone, Osama Bi Laden, Ivan the terrible, war criminals, death row, hell even Attila the hun. And what do you do with the dead? You bury them. In the dirt.