Short Story Slam 3


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The trees look up into the sky,
All thinking, “Oh a dark face, why?”
A grey cloud emerges, smiling,
“Hurrah, Big Brother is coming!”
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The trees shake in fear, the clouds mocked,
They stay rooted to the floor, shocked.
“Oh no, it’s Big Brother,” they say,
“Maybe he will come, but not stay!”
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Anticipation and disgust,
Fills up the waiting trees, they must.
“No one ever outran Big Brother,
He is just too fast… Run? Never.”
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As Big Brother rushes closer,
He comes nearer, the sky darker.
Dust and earth surrounds the poor trees,
He’s controlling their destinies.
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“What happened to them, the trees?”
“Until next time…”, he ignores pleas.
The young trees, little do they know,
Their old father saw the whole show.
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Bluebell Books’ Short Story Slam 3 (: I’ll love to see your comments.

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9 thoughts on “Short Story Slam 3

  1. Great job I can’t hear Big Brother and not think of 1984 fabulous metaphor

  2. Very crafty. I’m very curious and will look at other things you’ve done.

  3. one of the best I read for the day.
    you are such a creative soul.
    smiles.

    love your entry, you make the nature humans.

  4. LOVE the way you give life to nature.
    Very nice read, thank you!

  5. Short Story Slam Week 4 is still open for submission,
    Come on in,
    We love your creativity/talent…
    Happy Thursday!
    Love & hugs.
    xoxox

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