1. “They lay there in complete bliss, forever. Nothing else happened forever.”
   -The End
2. “They stood there, staring at a light bulb. It held their eyes in prison and their bodies never moved from that spot. Forever.
   -The End
3. “The overpowered soldiers won every war. Forever.”
   -The End
4. “The couple lived happily ever after. Forever.
   _The End
5. “A spider lay resting in its web, someone took a photo, put it on a shelf. It stayed there forever.”
   -The End
6. “A tear fell from the child. The tear landed on the ground where it remained. Forever.”
   -The End
7. “God sat on his throne. Sifting through songs. He chose his favourite. God listened to it on repeat. Forever”
   -The End
8. “A writer had a favourite word: Virtuous. He filled the universe with books with that word. It took Forever.”
   -The End
9. “The boy was named parrot. He repeated all the words he heard. Forever.”
   -The End
10. “The police man fought crime. Forever.”
    -The End

This is -1 or negative boring (i hope)

The trees sang a love song, when the sun streamed through their leaves and branches. The light was a joyous thing to them. When it rained they happily soaked up the water from their root. They never knew what it was like to go without. Well. They didn’t know, but they occasionally did suffer from lack. They never noticed the boy that would sit beneath their branches, though they had a feeling someone or something was there. But what does a tree know, they all said to themselves. Constantly. The boy on the other hand was running. He knew where he was, what he wanted and even why. The hardest question for people is often the why. So why? The normal reason. Abuse. The trees soaked much in but never the though that abuse can be justified. Why? They had no basis for lies. It was never a though, that is until the abusers came knocking at these trees doors. The knocks were made by the abusers axe. The boy lost his shade and book reading bliss. The trees lost their life. The stumps of the trees slept. The boy ran. With neither shoulder in sight, aka He never looked back. The grief saw him to the city. The journey took weeks. The sounds were new. The smells too. His eyes went from looking at the grief of his own heart to… the joy of his own heart. And he lived in that city and got quite the reputation. Through such he found his other self. A smile sealed his future and hers. They stayed, lived, breathed, and died together. The two of them made new life and spread like a virus, just without the negatives. One day through on this journey. He received a letter. It was from his father -the abuser. It read:
“Son, If you are reading this, your mother has passed away. I thought to write to you so you could return for the funeral. Your mother was always protecting you from me. I have so many regrets. My biggest is chopping down your tree, I don’t remember why i was so angry, maybe i was jealous. The alcohol ruined my life. Like so many. Most day I just sit and cry. It took everything from me and i gave everything to it. I’m such a fool. Your brother Josie and Clara send their regards.”
Sincerly,
Your Pops

P.S I buried mom by your tree, Please visit us.
P.P.S The tree has grown back!

The boy was no longer a boy, but he checked the date on the letter. It was five years ago. His mother was no more. He wiped a few tears away got up, and saw his shoulder. He was going back! He told His wife and they packed and drove. He went back!

The drive took around 5 hours in their car. His children were questionnaires and spent much of that time in interrogation mode. None could wrapped their head around the idea of running away BECAUSE OF A TREE! “Why a tree? Why?” one child repeated sporadically throughout the drive. Their father wouldn’t say much more or much at all. He didn’t want their grandfather to be defined by his past. So he kept his mouth shut about the abuse.

They arrived. Their car slowed through the driveway up to the old house. The house he grew up in. Clara his older sister saw her little brother had returned and her face went wide with shock but she ran to greet them. “Quick Jack. Dad! He’s on his death bed…” Her voice tinged with grief. But there was happiness in it, not to mention relief.

The next two day were happy but sombre. His boy had returned. “Little Jack.” He would say. “Is back!” Then he would smile and then cough. He would say “Wow, Im a grandfather.” With such pride. When he went. It was like a thousand tons of heavy concrete became like a cloud.

Jack buried his father under that little grove of trees. Right beside his Mother. It became almost a ritual because soon, within a century, the whole grove of trees was full of the graves of Jacks family. The trees grew more and more. Even bigger than they were before Jack ran away. As they grew the trees thought in their own grain an introspective that lasted to them forever: “I wonder who will knock today…”
-The End

-azietheazie