The Top of the Tree

Yu was always a fan of climbing tall things. Once, when he was younger, he climbed to the top of his house. His all time goal was to climb the tallest tree in the nearby park closest to his house. This tree in particular was so tall that Yu couldn’t even see the top of it. He had previously tried many times to climb this extremely tall tree, but his fear of falling seemed to be the biggest thing keeping him from reaching his goal. His desire to become a better climber led Yu to find the master of climbing things in his area.

Eventually, Yu found his master and this master told him that he should start small and eventually become able to climb the tree. Yu does this, he climbs a small tree in his back yard everyday. Then he started to climb a little bit taller tree, and then a taller tree. One day he was even able to climb the tall tree in the park.

Yu walked to up to the tree and used all of what he had learned from climbing the other smaller trees. Little by little he climbed the tree, sometimes having to jump from one branch up to the next. Finally making it to the top of the tree, Yu looked around at the clouds that were now below him. It was definitely a taller tree than he had expected it to be. He wondered how he was going to get down from such a height.

Suddenly a man in a chariot rode up to Yu on the clouds. The man asked Yu what he was doing so high in the sky. Yu explained that he was wanting to climb to the top of this tree and was trying to figure out a way to get back to the ground. The man asked him why he would ever want to go back down there when he could live with the people in the clouds. This made Yu think for a second and then he told the man that he would miss his family very much if he didn’t go back to the ground.

The man asked Yu where his house was, in which Yu just told him his address. Suddenly, the man pulled out a slingshot and grabbed Yu. The next thing he remembered was waking up in his bed. Was it really all just a dream? Could people really live in the clouds?



You never quite grasp how it must feel to be a free bird, flying through the sky. For most people, this sensation is grasped when you are looking out the window in a plane. For me however, it’s when I jump off a cliff and my wings carry me soaring through the sky. My friends join me and laugh and mess with each other while in flight. It’s as if we are actually birds flying in the sky.

One day however, we found a cliff that looked so perfect to jump from and so high into the air, we just couldn’t resist the temptation. Some would have called us crazy for even attempting such a feat, but we didn’t see any problem with throwing caution to the wind. My friends and I put on our suits, all at once ran and then jumped off of the cliff with the best adrenaline rush one could ever imagine.

The cool air blowing around us propelled us forward. The view was the usual mountains, lakes, and forests that make up mountain range scenery. On this occasion however, everything seemed more colorful and more beautiful than usual. The suns rays bounced off of the lakes making them glisten like diamonds. Forests were as green and life filled as could be, and the mountains, well they were mountains.

When we finally landed, I asked my friends if they noticed anything different about the scenery and every one of them said yes. We decided that we need to come back to this place at least once a year. As we departed from that place, I felt like I was leaving my home behind. If home is where your heart is, than that place is definitely my home.

Indian Territory

Shadows loomed above us in prairies of Indian Territory. The ‘mountains’ around us were the ones casting the shadows on us. The grass was a golden brown color and crunched under our horses hooves. The day was relatively warm and the wind blew less often than usual. A bison crossed my path so I pulled my Winchester rifle around and aimed down the sight. Everything got silent and I felt an itch on my trigger finger, “Achoo!”, I fired and missed the buffalo. I turned around, “You just had to sneeze as I was pulling the trigger didn’t you?”

“Sorry, but I needed to sneeze. I was told once that its bad to hold a sneeze in.” Caleb said.

“Well if it is, its not worse than not getting to eat today!” I yelled.

“I’m sure we’ll find another bison before sunset.” Caleb said enthusiastically.

“You better hope so.”

We continued across the prairie in our hopes of finding another bison and the wind was getting colder as the day went along. With the sun going down, my friend and I stopped to make camp. Caleb was a scrawny kid with wavy brown hair. He wasn’t the brightest star in the sky, but he was quick on his feet and had good aim too.

We set up a campfire and I put my bag down so that I could use the bag as a pillow. I pulled out a piece of paper and started drawing the layout of the area around me as I saw it. I consider myself as an amateur cartographer. I’ve been exploring these parts in order to be the first to fully map this portion of the world. The bison was to be our meal for tonight, but Caleb isn’t the greatest at being subtle. Next time, I’m just going to let him take the shot.

The next morning came around and I could hear my stomach growling.

“I guess it’s time to start hunting again.” I said a little snarky.

“Alright, this time I’ll try not to sneeze.” said Caleb.

I threw him the gun “This time you are going to be the one to shoot.” I told him, and his face beamed with happiness. Caleb loved guns.

After a couple of hours of searching for a bison to eat and me mapping the area, we found a bison. Unlucky for us, the natives were close to the bison. Caleb took aim and shot the bison without hesitation.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” I yelled.

“I’m getting us supper.”

“Do you not see those natives?”

“Oh! I do now.”

The natives started running away screaming and yelling.

“Well I guess that worked out in the end.” I said.

“Yeah, lets get this thing ready to eat!” said Caleb enthusiastically.

Caleb got the bison and prepared the animal for eating. I got the campfire ready. We sat down and ate until we were full and happy. Our happiness was short lived however, when we heard a yelling and chanting around us. I put my right hand on my revolver and Caleb grabbed his Winchester. The natives came out of what seemed like thin air.

“What are you doing in our lands.” said what seemed like the chief.

“I’m mapping these lands because they have never been mapped before.” I said nervously.

“Please, leave our lands now or suffer the consequences of trespassing.” the chief warned.

We agreed to leave, but while we were leaving I noticed that some of the natives had guns just like ours. Which made me wonder why they didn’t just shoot the bison like we did. However, they followed us out of Indian Territory with them pointed at us.

Wow, Indian Territory sure can be a scary place sometimes. Good thing I mapped it before we left though.

Village of Diamond

The battle was a long, cold, wet one. George was leading his footmen into battle with the Saxons who had ransacked his village. The forest that they were walking through didn’t help anything, especially since they weren’t familiar with outlay of the land. They walked up to what seemed to be a clearing, but ended up just being a cliff. Below where they stood was a lake, and next to the lake was a fishing village which George decided must have been Saxon. He raised his battleaxe and yelled something in his native language. His men looked at each other confused because there wasn’t any reason to yell when they couldn’t attack a village from a cliff. George then stepped off of the cliff and fell onto the ground bellow. He turned and yelled at them and they followed his lead by jumping into the bush below.

The raiders walked around the lake and prepared an invasion on the village. They readied their spears and made a shield wall since the village did not have a wall around it. There wasn’t much activity going on in the town so George guessed that the villagers had been forewarned of their attack. He yelled to his men to be careful. They finally reached the village to notice that the buildings were made of diamonds which excited George and his men. It appeared that the villagers had locked themselves in their buildings in order to protect them from any attackers. The invaders tried to break into the houses but couldn’t since they just broke their blades. George walked into the middle of the village to find one of the sacred items that was stolen from his village.

The curse that had been emitted because of its removal from its home had encased the village in diamond. George’s intuition was right on believing that it was a Saxon village and even better and thinking that it was the Saxon’s who raided his home. He and his men took the sacred item back to their village with high spirits knowing that anyone who would steal from them would have to deal with being encased in diamond.

The Dark

It was a cold night in the concrete jungle that I call my home. I had just gotten off work and was heading to meet my friends at the nearby coffee shop. Usually I walk down 1st street and then turn down Jefferson Avenue to get to my destination of fun and conversation. Tonight however, I decided that cutting through some of the alleys would get me destination even faster. Now that everything is all said and done I’m not so sure it was a good idea, but who am I to decide.

As I walked down the alley in between 1st and 2nd street, I came across a gold necklace that was just laying on the ground. On the necklace was a symbol that looked like something Norse related. I decided that I could probably sell it and get a lot of money from it, so I went ahead and took it without a second thought. When I reached the end of the tunnel, I noticed that there wasn’t a living soul in sight. Actually, there weren’t even cars or bikes or anything like that lying around. Everyone and every mode of transportation had just vanished into thin air.

I shivered not only because of the fact that it was cold, but because of the realization that I might actually be the last person on Earth. Realizing that this must’ve happened because of the necklace, I looked at it to analyze the symbol that was on it. The symbol was of half a tree. Realizing what this might mean, I dropped the necklace and everything came back instantly. The people, the cars, bikes, and even stray animals all appeared instantly before my eyes. I looked back down at the gold item and decided that it would a good idea to keep it just in case so I put it in my coat pocket and went on my way.

I finally made it to the coffee shop and met up with my friends like usual, except this time I had something special to tell them about. Or maybe I will just keep it to myself. I mean it’s not like they’d believe me anyway, right? So I tucked the necklace deep into my pocket and didn’t take it out until I got to my apartment. I put the necklace it my dresser and the next thing I know, my dresser disappears. Not the best idea I suppose. It will still be cool when I find it, right? Maybe?

Relaxation Day

The sky was blue and the birds were chirping. The temperature was very pleasant, with only a slight breeze that blew every so often. Looking around, the world seemed so bright, calm, and peaceful. It was as if someone had plucked a scene from a children’s book and placed it into the world around me. I was sitting on a park bench, watching the people walk past me without much urgency. Never had I seen such a calm scene unfold before me.

I started to yawn, so I decided to walk back to my apartment which was only a few blocks away. During my walk, I past by the coffee shop and the bakery which were next door to each other. The aromas of the two stores were conflicting, but still somehow the smell was quite good. This was something that I should probably start doing everyday, or at least a couple times a week. It’s sometimes nice to just get out of the apartment and enjoy your surroundings. I started to approach the building that my apartment was in, although part of me did not want to go back in there, I knew that going back was the best course of action.

I up the flights of stairs and entered my apartment, slamming the door behind me. ‘Hello’ a woman asked, ‘Who’s there?’ She came around the corner with a bat and looked at me, ‘Maybe it was just the wind.’ she said putting down the bat. I walked over to see what the woman was doing. It turns out she was watching a baseball game on her television, how ironic. But I did not to watch a baseball game, in fact I didn’t want to watch anything at all so I turned off the television. ‘Why does this stupid tv keep doing that!’ yelled the woman and she turned the machine back on.

If only she could see me. Oh well, there goes my relaxation day. Sometimes it sucks being a ghost.

The Ol’ West

“Who do ya think ya are doing this to my Saloon?!” the bartender yelled at me.

“I reckon that I had to exercise my rights.” I said relatively calmly.

“Well ya reckoned wrong! Look at what you did.”

I turned around to see dozens of men laying on the ground, either unconscious or dead. I wasn’t sure.

“They shouldn’t have messed with me. I mean I was only mindin my own business and they started shoutin and one even pushed me.” I said.

“That didn’t mean that you had to start shootin.”

At this time the sheriff pushed through the doors.

“Who is it that I’m gonna have to lock up.” the sheriff said.

“This man here is the man that you should lock up.” the bartender said pointing at me.

“At least hear my side of the story.” I said, “I walked in here planning on getting a drink and forgetting about my day when these simpletons decided to start somethin with me so I fought back. One even had the gall to push me.”

“And that’s why you started shootin the life out of these poor souls?” the sheriff asked.

“No, that’s when they started shootin at me. After I knocked some of their friends out, they got scared and pulled out there guns and so I kicked up my table and used it as a shield from some of their bullets and I shot back.” I said pointing at the table that was sideways and reminded me of Swiss cheese.

“And what’s your side of the story then barkeep? Reckon we jail this outlaw or let him free?”

“I think he should pay me for all these damages he caused me, or go to jail.”

“I don’t have that kind of money though. It wasn’t even my fault that they started the whole thing so I don’t think I should have to pay.”

“Okay, okay. I see what’s going on.” the sheriff thought for a moment, “maybe you two should take this down to court and get this settled.”

“But isn’t that a three days ride to the courthouse?” I asked.

“That it is.” said the sheriff.

I looked at the bartender who looked back at me. “Alright I can’t lose that much business for one annoying customer. I’ll drop the charges.”

This is my typical day in the Ol’ West.