Short Stories!

Deep In the Hollow

Deep in the hollow, there was a tree. The tree of all trees was that fine tree. It was bigger than normal and could smile with glee. Deep in hollow, in the tree, the birds sang a melody. A sweet crisp tune for all to hear even if it was queer. As the birds sang their tunes and the woodpecker pecked, a rumble trekked the earth and destroyed all in path. Birds no longer sang tunes and woodpecker did not peck. But heck, the tree stood tall. Proud and all it stood very tall. It searched for the melody but heard none, then the ground began to run. The tree felt an ache in its back as slowly it hit the ground. Deep in the hollow, there is no tree, no melody, or woodpecker to see, just a house for all to see that houses a family. 

Deep in the hollow stood a house proud for all to see. That house had a huge family. A cat, a dog, a girl, a boy, a woman, a man, and me. The house lived there happily with its huge family as they set out to cut down more trees. I feel to my knees and cried out in pain as I fell to the ground. You see I was made from a sapling of the tree that the humans chopped long ago, and now they will chop me. My back will ache and I will fall into a deep sleep. 

Now deep in the hollow, I was turned into a tree house for all to see. The agony, the agony, I had to watch my sister and brothers fall helplessly. Chopped down by the family as they set up reality. My sisters and brothers made into houses for all to see, and all I could do was sit there helplessly. Now the boy and the girl played on me often, pirates, chess, and whatnot, and they had lots of fun. But after many years, I knew I was done. My body was crumbling and starting to mold, I was full of holes and wear and tear, but the girl played with dolls hair on me happily, not with one scare. I knew I couldn't hold much longer and I knew I couldn't save her. I wished I could, I wish I would, but my body began to shake, and quake. Deep in the hollow, there was a tree, a sad tree, a mad tree for all to see. 

Deep in the hollow, the tree sat, distraught, mad, it couldn't be sadder. It wished it was a ladder, so it could have saved the girl, it wished the girl was not buried in its feet for all to grieve. He did grieve, that poor old tree, he grieved for the world to see. As the tree stood there he thought he could see a new family. The family, the girl came from, was at the base of the tree reading the words that all could see. 

We miss you lily.

Now deep in the hollow, the world did grieve for this poor girl named lily.......