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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Body Language (11/25/10)

TITLE: Men Like Trees, Falling
By Troy Manning
12/01/10


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Standing naked without so much as a fig leaf, the trees were furious with Adam that first fall. It wasn’t as though there weren’t already seasons; was it a fixation with colors that inspired this man and that shameless woman to demand, through disobedience, the suffocation of their chlorophyll each year? How they wished they could return the favor, stopping the circulation of fluids in their bodies. They would watch rapt as their pigmentation went white, and their hair scenically changed color, falling out until springtime.

The rocks that lay dreaming beneath this deciduous discourse awoke and cried out, “Yes, yes! If we could only get only get our hands on those people, the things we would do!”

The less barren bushes were yet in accord, “We would cultivate the soil of those creatures of dust, though they yield bacteria and parasites in the process!”

At this the trees clapped, startling some resting ravens. “I would gladly suffer pain in leaf-bearing for such a turning of tables,” said one of them.

“Tables hewn from flesh and bone, think of it!” exclaimed a second tree.

The ravens grew fearful and flew off as the bitter winds whipped the branches into a raucous clamor.

Eve emerged from the cave sensing much was amiss in the cool of the day. Adam trailed, pale-faced, behind her into the teeth of nature’s rage. She turned to face him. “You’d better let me handle this, Honey,” said Eve, buttoning her leather jacket. “They seem to think this is all your fault.”


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Lollie Hofer 12/03/10
Wow! Those are some angry trees. I guess I never thought about how death came to everything, not just to man. Man's sin impacted everything. A lot packed into this short story. Quite thought-provoking.
Gregory Kane12/04/10
That's a terrific play on words in your first line
Noel Mitaxa 12/05/10
Imaginative and insightful, with a touch of humor and rebuke that echoes how creation waits for the full revealing of God's children in Romans chapter eight. Well done.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 12/05/10
This left me chuckling. It was definitely a unique piece and out of the box as well.
Cheryl Harrison 12/06/10
Interesting take on the topic. Nothing like creation scorned! The last line made me giggle.
Theresa Santy 12/06/10
Animated, creative, fun, and a pure joy to read.
Nancy Bucca 12/09/10
I love it: "The teeth of nature's rage." It was definitely a unique take on the topic. It made me want more.