"Environmental Dust" (Preface)

Every other Thursday there is a special haven where a select group of writers like to go to in order to express their thoughts. This creative writing club is highly exclusive and only allows the most elite to join in on the discussions of sophisticated ideas to put towards the written word... I kid. This is actually a very laid back writing group where I go either to talk about books, read each other's writings, or simply talk about the daily happenings of life. I look forward to this time every time it comes around as it's a unique opportunity to talk and read with some really cool people. However, I admit that I haven't brought any new stories as of late as I have not had the time or inspiration to do so. With the school year coming to a close, however, I find that I have more of each of those now, and so have decided to present a certain story line I've been thinking about for some time within my blog for you, dear reader.

I presented this idea at the beginning of the year within our writing group, but I soon abandoned it as I no longer felt it unique enough to continue. It had begun as something simple, and I had over thought the plot, made things too complicated, and decided against writing it. However, months later I find I am willing to come back to it, but not as the complicated mess it had been left as, but rather as the simple version from which it began. This time I'm not going to plan ahead with what happens next; I will just write and see where the story leads me.

So, without further ado...

Environmental Dust

PREFACE

From tiny seed the Great Oak began. From nearly nothing came life. When a plant starts to grow, it desires nutrients from the earth, thirsts for water from the sky, and absorbs energy from the sun. Most of all, though, when that tiny seed releases that first root, it needs time. Much can happen if time is given; all one has to do is wait. Decisions, emotions, growth, bonds, catastrophes, cities, the world—life revolves around time, although sometimes we forget.

Is it so unheard of then, if time was allowed to pass without interference, that the unexpected would take place? None would know for sure unless they waited to see, and patience is a rare thing.

A tree supplies the perfect environment to sustain life for many creatures. The bugs, birds, squirrels, and even humans thrive off this little piece of creation. Though time would have us forget, there once was a tree that sustained life beyond what could have been imagined. Not only did it provide for the organisms around it, a new creature was forming within it. Beneath the bark, nourished by the soil, water, and sun, a child grew. She was of human appearance in every way, and yet still remained very much a part of the vegetation that nurtured her. If the tree had been cut down, destroyed, she would've perished as well without anyone knowing of the loss. But if she were given time, she would grow slowly with the tree into maturity until she was able to breath the air outside the bark for herself.

This tree was the oldest the earth had ever known, and had been given time—lots of time to be able to nurture this child into a woman, who was nearly ready to breathe the air for the first time. All that was required was the perfect environment.

From a tiny seed her life began.

Little did she know, however, that from nearly nothing she would fall.