I stood gazing up at the tree. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was twisted with a gaping hole through which the sun streamed through and its limbs looked like tentacles. Of course, it got my imagination running wild. I imagined that it was an alien tree planted among normal trees. It fascinated and repulsed me at the same time. At any moment, I expected it to come alive like the trees in Lord of the Rings.
I sat down in the grass beside it and opened my notebook. It never occurred to me to write a story about a tree but this one begged to be my next subject. I pondered for a long moment, wondering what could one possibly say about a tree? Then, I began to write. The words began to pour out, filling an entire page.
Suddenly, I became very drowsy. My eyes felt so heavy. I fought to keep them open but I couldn’t…
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