Friday Fictioneers – a wonderful collection of a photo-based 100 word story. >HERE<
Picture Courtesy of Sandra Cook.
It was nearly dark, that weird time when shadows played with the minds.
The elder tree did not mind the games, but had not time at the moment. He had a calling.
The open knothole, turned up, began to glow and a pale yellow light shot forth to the clouds.
The beam bounced off clouds, sailed from any surface, striking all other trees who responded in kind.
Slowly, they started to move, ripping their roots from the ground. Their many legs now carried them faster and faster across landscapes, crushing homes and people in their wake.
The invasion had begun…finally.
Word count: 100 words
Namaste,
Scott