Fall Out The Tree

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

A short story i will make up now so i can't really give it a title as i don't know what i will write about

The girl ran through the park, her hair blowing in the wind. Blast. She had to run back and get it now. She wears a wig.

Why does she wear a wig?

The boy wondered. But he was scared to ask. He picked up her wig. He handed it to her... how he wished he could ask why she wore a purple wig. The wig was moving. The boy realised it was not a wig at all but one of those hairy hats ladies sometimes wear. The boy was heartbroken.

He handed her the hat. Her straw like hair did not blow in the wind, since it was more like wires than hair. She didn't brush it so much.

The boy realised that hats don't move either. He wondered if the purple hat was actually a black cat. O yes. It's a black cat.

The boy was confused. He looked at the girl. Oh. It was a tree. The cat had jumped out a tree.

The boy was alone in the park. Alone with a tree and a cat. And his soul longed for the girl. What girl? Oh. Just a tree.

3 Comments:

  • this is the first love story i have ever written! it's a tragedy! mmmf. wow what a lame story.

    By Blogger rakie_love, at 4:33 PM  

  • It is not lame at all. Reminds me of Lucy. You know, the one in the Sky with Diamonds?

    By Blogger Justwalk, at 4:54 PM  

  • ha. yes. can't say i'm personally aquainted with her though.

    By Blogger rakie_love, at 11:01 PM  

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