The sun peaked through the morning mist over War Eagle Creek, like it had every day for thousands of years. A yearning but melancholy silence was pierced briefly by a sharp and rattling cry from a kingfisher. One last drop of dew fell from a low hanging branch into the creek, casting a ripple that arced outward, forever. Palpably frozen in time, a simple handful of soil embodied serenity.
Casually tossing the dirt over his shoulder, Jack hauled himself onto the backhoe. Its motor roared to life. He methodically spent the rest of the day knocking trees into the creek.
Pretty funny, Scott. The contrast with the beauty and serenity of the creek and the eternal that we think of as nature - until we meet up with human Nature! BAH!
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That was sneaky... I thought "what a nice post... till the last line". Surprise... well done.
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Oh, NO--How could he? Hopefully, he shed a tear or felt a twinge of regret. :-) Nicely done. I enjoy a surprise twist.
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Very effective contrast here, and nicely paced too. Well done.
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Nice work. The last paragraph took me aback. I hope the Forest Rangers catch Jack. That'll teach him for fooling around with nature and destroying our ancient trees. Here's mine:
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Oh how awful!! The story, not your writing, LOL - I would hate to have that job. I can't believe you did that to the beautiful prompt... OMG. I think it affected me more than zombies would have, hahahaha. You must have done a good job with the writing.
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