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Story 1

As the wind blows strong against the tree's branches that scrape against the windows at night casting shadows in the dark rooms of the house. The moon is hidden behind long grey clouds barely peeking through to shine the only light around as far as the eye can see. It's a small town and no one really comes to visit or leave really. The town is engulfed by trees everywhere, and no one really lets the children out at night because its easy to get lost, and once you get lost people don't really come searching for you because even from a young age everyone is taught not to go out there by yourself and as a small kid.

Then there is me, the kid who the rule was made because of me wandering off years ago getting lost in the tree's embrace. I know you might be wandering why I didn't just walk back out or if I know about the town so much why not just return back, and with a simple answer I can't move; Not like I'm stuck or anything just simply I've been rooted into the ground and have become a tree myself. The tree's have this bond type of power, we're all connected to together and share feelings and thoughts and trap whoever might wander off in us messing our lives.

I wish people knew long before not to build a town on our soul or not to chop us down to make their lives better, but our payback is keeping whoever comes into us. People won't ever come out here to know anything is out of the ordinary, and if anyone were to come out here well it's signs out there saying come at your own risk and well they became apart of us as well just making it a thicker group and harder to see through. We leave the mothers alone only if carrying, because it wasn't the child's fault for coming to wander around and we give a fair chance with them until they come out on their own.

I knew better not to wander off, I was warned and it wasn't as deep or thick like how we've become now just it was a newly built town and us kids would play around and walk together in groups during the day, but never at night everyone was in the middle of town taking a break with a bonfire and songs. The place was peaceful and has always remained that way till this day just with better buildings now. People eventually came to build over better than what we had originally made which makes the town look beautiful and more stable and had people try to move in when unwanted by us.

The power shared between us tree's are more than the outside world could possibly understand and if we feel threatened by anyone we just make them apart of us and share memories of each other's past human life and feelings to keep the memories alive, in true form they have no real effect on us, we just keep each other safe from the humans causing us harm.

During night's like this we move against each other connecting even more with the wild, roading wind pushing us together so we touch. We make noises to cause people to stay inside but it's always someone who wanders out at night to check what it could possibly be. They never wandering into us they just get really close shining light through us to try to see. We're getting heavily crowded so it's harder to see with every person who stumbles through us. The people have managed to stay in town because they know the rules and are okay with how life is. That and also they give us offers every 4th year to keep us growing larger and we keep them safe from the outside world with the trouble and chaos they cause with wars and destruction.

No one really remembers the process of how we became trees but we feel when a new tree is added to the soul connection. As the night grows colder than normal the trees start to whisper and we all feel it run through our core that something is not right this night. Then just like that through the sound of nothing but us we finally hear it.

The Chopper. It's come for us. We knew it was in due time. We thought we would have longer. Humans can't leave us alone. We were holding our ground as tough as we could letting us trying to get them to be one of us but the machine. That simple machine stopped our power. We could have had more strength and power. We sway and bend trying to destroy it. Lifting up our roots trying to slow them or stop them from going any further. It pained us all just from one of us being hurt and broken down. We fight back with all of our power.