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April 12th, 2013 | 138 Entries

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138 Entries for “branch”

  1. I am nothing but a creature of the night; born under the cover of darkness and destined to live there henceforth. The only light I see is the silver slips of moonlight, tracing the lines of the branches on the trees. That’s all I am, and that’s all I will ever be. A creature of the night.

    By bechloe_mitchsen on 04.13.2013

  2. decorative something living off the main trunk a new chance new life a helper a younger version of the main tree a support system

    By Jen on 04.13.2013

  3. To extend. Spread your fingertips like awakening spring leaves. Stretch those resistant musty roots.

    By Sarah Catherine Hlavaty URL on 04.13.2013

  4. I am holding out this olive branch, crying for you to ignore it completely and take my wrist instead. Begging for your hands to circle my waist, wishing for you to close the gap to breathe me in. The moment in the morning, when you wake, the way that earth and ice melt together with a flicker of sun. All in silence, with the words unspoken ringing in your sleepy eyes, promising without sound that the red dye of our hearts has run together, and we will never be the same.

    By cmsiena URL on 04.13.2013

  5. I once had a branch in the woods. It was a small, ordinary branch, but it made for a great walking stick.

    I thought about the marshmallows that would fit on the end. They would have to be very wide since the stick was so large…but wouldn’t that be a beautiful treat!

    By Momma44 URL on 04.13.2013

  6. Trees have branches like families have relatives. Every leaf is a possibility for the future.

    By Samadhi on 04.13.2013

  7. I walked through the woods with slow, even steps. The late October air was crisp and fresh. Each breath felt like a kiss to the lungs. Under my feet, I could hear ruddy orange leaves crunching. Tree branches swung above my head softly, rustling ever so gently.

    By Susanna on 04.13.2013

  8. full
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    city

    By Maria on 04.13.2013

  9. The branches creaked as the cool air brushed against them. It was eerie and alone. I was frightened and so was she. We didn’t know where to go. They were coming. They were going to get us. The branches were a sign. The sign that they were only right next to us.

    By DreamingTheWorldAway URL on 04.13.2013

  10. The branches overhead gently swayed in the October wind. Ruddy orange leaves shook to the ground like flecks of autumn pepper. Beneath my feet, I can hear the crunch of the trees’ last words before frost.

    By FezzesAreCool URL on 04.13.2013

  11. branch? again? why? oh, god i don’t know

    By Maria on 04.13.2013

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    By Maria on 04.13.2013

  13. i don’t want to write about branch. because i don’t know what is bran

    By Maria on 04.13.2013

  14. Ruby moved the tree branch out of her path as she walked along side Michael. They hadn’t been home in days. Lost in her thoughts, Ruby remembered the night before when they both slept on the soft mossy ground in the middle of a forest and Michael wondered out loud if anyone had noticed they were gone yet. “Probably not.” She replied in her mind. They had came a long way from home, Michael and Ruby didn’t even know where they were anymore. Much less what they were looking for or why they were running away.

    By Meesha on 04.13.2013

  15. Thoughts like paths branch off in time
    Where one ends another unfurls a line
    Ending is to beginning as stopping is to running
    Encircles limbs, puppets even the most thoughtful master
    Deliberate or random, doesn’t really matter
    Yawns still sigh like butterflies, wild flights upon the wind

    By Intuition URL on 04.13.2013

  16. Branching out into the sky, a tall oak stands. Its majestic emerald leaves shimmer with the wetness of the dew in the early morning light. A true beauty, breathtaking. Not a one thing could even come close to compare. Its branches, like wings, cover the pale sky.

    By syd on 04.13.2013

  17. the flood never stopped rising.
    the sky never gave up the sun.
    the dove with the olive branch

    probably tired itself
    searching for impossible land
    and drowned.

    noah lay among the old bones
    of his two-of-each-kind animals
    and dreamt up a world that was

    only three parts water,
    where god mustered bravado
    to start all over again.

    By h. b. URL on 04.13.2013

  18. There’s this tree that I used to go to when I was young. The branches were low enough for me to climb on and go up, up, up until I found myself too high and cried for my mom to get me down. Of course, since I was in primary school, it wasn’t actually very high. But I

    By Amanda Lystra URL on 04.13.2013