One shots

Tree Talk

Tree Talk

The gray fog is our friend. We are scared of it. It warns us when the bad is coming.

The Spade Beings. They take away our land. Our homes. Our lives.

I can hear the screams that sound like whispers. Some of us are brave, and fight the Spades. We never last though.

When the gray fog and the Spade Beings go, none of us are left standing. All is still.

I am one of the last of my species. Our homes have one seed every two years. We are slowly being wiped out.

Most think the Spades cannot hear us, but I think that we aren't talking loud enough. Maybe one or two will hear, but they will back away and pretend they did not.

I am a nymph who's home is being destroyed. Please save us.

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I woke up with a cold sweat. That was a scary dream. Well I guess it was scary from the point of view I was in.

I'm guessing you want to know what it was, huh? I was standing behind a tree. There were other things standing behind their own tree, as well. They were shimmering and had weird clothes on. They looked very strange. There was a machine there, digging it up. The poor tree. Maybe I should help the strange people... But where is the forest?