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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Green (10/22/09)

TITLE: Terrestrial
By Deborah Caruso


Fictional story about green

The sun had risen as it always did, the moon and stars had shone at night as they always had, the clouds were still white, and the sky still blue, but there was something missing, green. Green was missing; it was the days of Green’s Departure. He tried to make sense of it all, he so adored the color green, and now it was gone, at least gone in nature.

He read in the Good Book how people, long ago, had worshipped idols ‘under every green tree’, and wondered if that had any thing to do with green’s demise. He read about the locusts that God sent over the land of Egypt, and how the insects ate every herb from off the land, all of the fruit off the trees, and there was nothing left that was green, all because of Pharaoh’s hard heart. He read how, in the beginning, the Creator gave mankind the duty to tend His Earth, and then he recalled the article he had just read in a magazine that he retrieved from Toxic Waste History, and remembered the words of the unusual poem, “In the ditches where the drinkers, the eaters and the smokers pitched…”

Mull had historic magazines stretched out before him, the Café, like many other hot spots, had many archives of days gone by. He was amazed at the beauty of the green trees and grass of yesteryear, and he became saddened about their absence. The Water Café, where he sat, was painted green, and there were emeralds still. Many greenhouses had been built to save tree specimens such as Maple, Elm, and Oak, but there would never be wide-open fields of green splendor, nor would mountains be covered with green as they once were.

As Mull was pondering the vanishing of green, he sipped a piping hot cup of X-Out Lemony Water, and then looked up at the enormous moon sitting in the background of the sun. It was always in the sky these days, in the daytime it was a silhouette, and at nighttime it shone red. The sun still set in the evening, at least on Mull’s side of the world where the land was still fit for human habitation, but there were parts of the world that had become so dry and hot, the people had to vacate. The sun was sweltering hot here, and that’s why everyone stayed inside most of the time, and no one ever ventured out without the proper gear on.

He looked outside the double paned window and saw the deep cracks in the hard, sandy soil tinged with orange by the glow of the sun. He could see the remnants of trees; their limbs were strewn all about, the once vibrant trees were just left where they lay, and would be there until they would disintegrate. He saw little tumbleweed orbs as they whisked by, and he knew that meant the sand storm was near—he tapped the window, good thing the windows were good and sturdy.

He had also read in the Good Book about how Jesus walked in the garden, how he was led in the wilderness, and how He taught the people by the Sea of Galilee, all because of His love for them, and he knew Jesus loved him now, and was with him in this green-forsaken land.

He was sad about the trees though, very sad, and he prayed a silent prayer that perhaps he might be able to see a tree spring up from the soil at least once in his lifetime.

He got up and paid his bill, put on his protective gear and ventured out to return to Geology classes in the building next door, he wanted to get there before the sand came. As he was walking along, he heard a rumbling sound, and then he felt the earth shake beneath is feet, and what he saw next was stupendous, it was a mighty oak tree standing green and tall right before his eyes. It had burst right through the cracked soil, and was towering over him with full, green branches reaching to the sky.

He then, remembered something else he read in the Good Book…Behold, I am the LORD, the God of all flesh: is there any thing too hard for me? Jeremiah 32:27 (KJV)

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Ruth Brown10/29/09
Good descriptions. Very sad to think of,yet you offer hopein the end. Well done.
Patricia Protzman10/29/09
Yes, Jesus Christ is our only hope. Well written.
Mark Bell10/31/09
i haven't seen many people comment on the fact the Bible tells says man was to be the steward of the earth. great picture of where the earth may be headed, by the way. wonderful tie-in. you even managed a sense of awe as the MC looked at the tree. nice job.