The Tree of Life

Photo by Jen Newville

The Tree of Life burns bright in sight

To fight the blight; Big Brother's insecure rite

To right the wrong our forefathers have done

The Tree of Life grows toward the sun

But our brothers and sisters dig deeper and run

Toward our death we droids aid in the gloom

Stop the pain of our Mother Earth soon

Before we assure our descendant's doom

The Earth is not ours to do as we please

The human race is a deadly disease

The Tree of Life can save the human's souls

From the destruction of life that drilling foretold

 

Dreamer (Flash-fiction)

A piece that I wrote, inspired by Chuck Wendig's blog, "Terrible Minds". Flash-fiction, 230 words.           

 Dreamer

             Waking up in the morning is bullshit. The alarm blaring in my ear every goddamn day. It has to be causing some sort of long-term psychological damage. A mindless drone. Every time the clock flashes 5:30, my mind screams in agony. Why must you take me away from my dreams?

            The alarm is least of my worries. Every day is more boring than the last; just stare at the cubicle wall. No time for love. No love to be found. Shame and sorrow tremble on the fault line of agony. I don’t know how much longer I can last in the circumstance. Corporate is oblivious to my wants, and needs. My mind is consumed by shameless white screens.

            “Ahhhrrgghhh!” I release in a guttural roar. The walls are crashing down in an explosion of angst. Walls are the recipient; my rage the ballista. The oil change can wait, and fuck the cable company. Bloodying my hands on the wall just isn’t enough. Life has become a routine. I’m a bust.

            I never had a reason for the gun. Zombie apocalypse, perhaps. Haven’t hunted in years; thanks to my asshole dad. My family left me years ago. I guess the future is inevitable.  

            “Relax,” I say to myself out loud. Then I pulled the trigger, and my world crashed down. 

            I woke up at my desk to my phone ringing.