At first, my feet feel numb, and then cold. I look down and notice that my feet have a brownish tint to the skin. It hurts, but feels tingly at the same time. I am overwhelmed by this feeling that everything is going to be alright. I notice this weird texture on my skin, as the brownish color moves as a fungus up my leg. I cannot believe how quickly it is moving and I am wondering if I can stop it. I try to take a step, but I cannot move my feet...they are rooted to the ground. I notice a bark-ish texture on my feet, and my toes are growing, elongating into what seems to be roots.
I feel no pain, only confusion as I realize that this fungus is going to consume me. I now know why my friend screamed, for it is a scary yet amazing thought that you will live until eternity as a tree.
I notice that the fungus is now up to my knees. I decide to consider a pose for eternity. After all, I want to look good, yet be comfortable. I realize that if I had acted sooner, I could have lain down so that I would be positioned into a relaxed pose forever.
I wonder if anyone will recognize me if they come into this enchanted place. I wonder if I will have a face. I try to turn to see my friend, but I realize that I cannot move my torso because it is now frozen. I reach for the sky because I cannot bear to watch this process. Hopefully, if all goes as planned, my head will be consumed before my arms, so that I will not be able to see it happening.
My face begins to tingle, and go numb. I realize that my eyes are open and I decide to close them. After a fe moments, I open my eyes and realize that I can still see.. that I will bear witness to all that follow me into this place, and to the future. I watch the fungus move up my arms as they reach upward, and I realize that a bird is flying in circles around my head.
I am afraid of what he will do if he sees me, if he lands onto me... will he become a part of me? will he hurt me if he pecks my skin?
Oh no, my eyes focus on this one small drop falling from the sky... it is bird poop, and it is going to land into my eye....
2007-02-22 07:05:13
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answered by guudkarma 4
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The cold is creeping up my legs. They are becoming fused together.
,. My arms shoot straight into the air along with my hair which seems to be electrified. The last clear thought is I"M A MAPLE TREE!!!!!!!!
I stand proudly majestically in the forest, my leafs flutter in the breeze than I see him My boyfriend who dumped me . He was the reason I had finally agreed to go on this stupid hike. MY branches stroke his face gently as he prepares to stand beside me .His blood curdling scream shakes me to my roots.
2007-02-22 06:56:55
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answered by lucyshines49 4
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Somehow feeling comforted at the sturdiness I have within my roots, I embrace the weight of the leaves upon my long slender branches and turn to my friend and smile between the sunlight gleaming through every leaf.
2007-02-22 06:57:47
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answered by Anonymous
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It feels weird. Like spiders crawling up my skin. I want to run, but my legs are stuck together. I want to move my arms, but they are up in the air. I want to scream, but no sound comes out. Soon the transformation is over, and I am a tree-a tall tree.
2007-02-22 06:48:08
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answered by Dee 6
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I don't know, but you've got the beginnings of a pretty good short story going there. Flesh it out and finish it.
2007-02-22 06:56:35
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answered by kj 7
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I'd have to 'leaf' through it a few times to conjure up an answer.
2007-02-22 06:47:50
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answered by Anonymous
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I would be the same. Nothing changed.
2007-02-22 06:45:44
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answered by DARIA. - JOINED MAY 2006 7
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i dont have time to read your novel size question. give me the cliff notes version
2007-02-22 06:46:18
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answered by Lolo 5
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i'd crap my pants and alert ted kopple and the ghost of elvis.
2007-02-22 06:51:53
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answered by Anonymous
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too long I'm tired, my eyes hurt
2007-02-22 06:45:58
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answered by gone from here too 4
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