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The Tree Folk (pt. 3)

And here we are with part three. By the time this post is up I will be back from camp. (Dear Future Rosie: was it swell? Also, has the zit on your forehead gone away yet?) This year I was a counselor (shudder/wink) -- how crazy is that?
Crazy awesome.
Kind of like what's happening to Sienna right now, eh? #thatsegwaytho
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In case you missed them, here are parts one and two.
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Was this truly happening? Was this tree talking to her?

It was. And it kept talking, as though it were perfectly normal for it to talk. She looked around at the men who had dragged her there. Surely they had some sense to understand that this was crazy too. But they only sneered when she laid her eyes on them.

“Sienna, are you paying attention? We don’t have much time.”

“I’ve finally gone mad.”

“They always say that,” someone behind her retorted.

The tree laughed, only to be cut off by what sounded like a fanfare. Sienna’s captors went rigid as the leaves bordering the oak’s territory parted, and a p…

The Tree Folk (pt. 2)

Who's ready for part two?! I am so happy to have received the feedback I did for part one. Thank you so much to those who commented and suffered through that post sending out like 8 times. -.-

You make my day. <3
Alright, let's get on with it, shall we? Last time we saw Sienna she was being mummified by vines. Let's see if she can figure out what's going on and get herself out of this mess...
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They dragged her along, the three of them chattering in warbled voices. She strived to understand, to grasp at information that would give her the knowledge she’d need to navigate the situation. But for the most part, it sounded like birds chirping together in an intense commutative soprano.

She tried not to panic. Because the more she did, the more moss she snuffed up her nose.

Eventually, the tweeting stopped and the air around her stiffened. They stopped dragging her along the ground, and the few moments of silence that followed were deafening.

They cut the bindings ar…

The Tree Folk (pt. 1)

There's something I haven't done in a long time.

And that is, share a story.

I've written loads for you guys over the years, but when it comes to novels, I'm always -- hm, what's the proper word for it? -- terrified to share what I've written. Mostly because I get this notion like it needs to be edited and make sense and I need to reread it and *brain overloads and nothing gets done*

BUT NOT TODAY!

Okay, well, I did edit this but that's beside the point. I'm sharing a snippet of a current WIP, my dear friend, and I am entrusting its growth to you. :)

Without further ado...

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“Stupid Craig and his stupid rules and his stupid protein bars and—AGH! GO AWAY BUG. And his stupid trooper scarf thing! Well here you go, Craig!” She ripped the bandana off her throat, stomping on it for good measure. “There! Now find me!”

The forest around her was eerily quiet.

She turned around in a circle, a small breeze brushing her arms. She watched as it made the leaves on…

June 2017

This is a transparent monthly reflection where I take the time to look back, view my progress and make adjustments.
I can sum up the month of June in one word: Unprepared.A lot of things happened and though I'd love to complain about them, I need to move on and make adjustments.
Here is how my June went. :)
Monthly Project: Survive helping out at my church's camp. Monday through Wednesdays from 8AM to 4PM 5 to 5:30PM. I had no idea I was volunteering for something that's equivalent to a part-time job (only exponentially harder because I'm horrible with kids). But as much as it's stressed me out, it's also opened my eyes the lives of others.
The kids I've been working with are bright, creative and loving. Gosh, all they do is love. Because that's what they crave. Someone who will love them back.
I think this is a small taste of what Jesus felt when God sent Him to earth. He saw all the broken souls and felt moved to love each and every one -- to the poi…