Every night I wake up under the same crooked tree

The weight of roots

They bend and crack

Crushing bones in crooked me.

Be wary what you do in life

The aura of your hate

Will carry over to the grave

Where you wake from crushing weight.

Forever waking,

Forever breaking,

Never resting, never free.

Yes, be careful who you curse in life

Or you may wake under the tree.

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*This story is actually the 10 sentence writing prompt using a word from a book (I chose fleeting), because I don't have premium access I'm writing it here.

In spite of the city’s attempt at choking out the skyline with ever growing building complexes, the sky was clear and bright that morning. Hurrying home, she hummed the same tune that was blasting out of a nearby SUV and rushed across streets...

I loved you hard, but you let me go

I clung on to you so tightly

Even as you said “goodbye”

You would not escape so lightly.

Hoping, praying you would come back!

Oh, why didn’t you want to stay?

The only thing that has healed the heart

Is time, fading memories away.

Now when I saw you

I did not linger,

No love was left–not even anger

I sometimes forget how easy it was

To say hello to a stranger...