The Unicorn Challenge.
A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.
Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.
Or on your own blog, and stick the link down in her comments.
The rules are:
Maximum of 250 words.
Based on photo prompt.
That’s it.
To hear me read my story, just click here:
The Tree
Children love trees, don’t they?
Their shrieks of laughter are among life’s greatest joys.
They have so much fun with them, in so many different ways.
They hang a blanket, use it as a tent for soldiers, or a tepee to play Cowboys and Indians.
Sometimes they climb up, pretending to be pirates sailing the seven seas, and daring each other to venture ever higher.
The serious ones might nail a plank or two to a branch, start to build a tree-house.
The very small ones just run round and round, maybe stopping to hide, giggling madly.
Someone’s dad might hang a swing, and that’ll be a source of entertainment for ages.
It might be as simple as just a rope, maybe with a knot or three, but every kid dreams their own adventure on it.
It might have a tyre attached, making a whole different experience.
It can even have two ropes and a seat, very posh, and then there’s competition to see who can go highest.
Me?
No, I don’t join in the games, I’d frighten the youngsters, I don’t look like them.
You see, I live inside this tree, so I just watch and listen, and feel happy.
But the children don’t play here so much nowadays, and that’s a sad disappointment.
Like I say, their shrieks of laughter are among life’s greatest joys.
And they make such good eating.
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I like the twist in the ending. I wonder if everything is digested.
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You and I both saw danger in that tree. You never let me down, CE!
I’ve often thought if trees could talk they’d have a tale or two to tell. Now I’ve discovered they can! As for this one, how wicked.
Bite worse than bark?
Oh golly!!!
Laughing here! Thanks, Chris!
Our trees needed trimming last spring. After reading your story I wish I’d had the whole darn little forest cut down.
No need to overreact, dear Lady, trees are people too.
Oh my word!
I guess that’s English for ‘Jings!’
as my fellow-fictionauts* have offer, excellent (to borrow a term from the sales world), sharp-angle close
or, to the more normal among us, surprise twist ending.
*not a ‘real’ word
I do like to surprise, old chap!
Brilliant close! I was not expecting that- especially from the nice sounding man who was narrating the story!
Thanks, Violet, it seems sounds as well as looks can be deceptive!
Such a happy build-up – I mean, who among us hasn’t had fun on a tree or under it?
But in it?
As lunch?
Ulp!
‘Expect the unexpected’ – and yet again you do not disappoint!
Aye, I must have been feeling a bit peckish when I wrote this!
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