>>>AN---> During the school year, the Creative writing class went and sat in a field for almost an hour just listening and observing. The next day, we drank coffee and ate cookies and wrote about our lives as corn. Have you ever written about your life as a plant? What kind of life goals does a plant have? Try it sometime. It is a great exercise.
No waking, no sleeping, just humming in peace. It has always been that way. Since the day I stretched out of the soil, unfurling my limbs toward the sun until now, I have hummed. Even on days when the wind is still and heavy, I can still rustle and hum for a bit. Not "humming" as the rootless call it, humming as the well-rooted, the green call it. That musical shuffle, that peaceful rustle, the one unique to each plant. Most corn plants sound soft and rustle, not dry like a snake or wet like a frog but perfect and somewhere in between.
I love standing tall, growing with my field, stretching higher and higher until not even the rootless are taller. We know our beauty, our grace so we hum, rubbing our long, green limbs together, with our own limbs or with our neighbor's. The rustle we make is pure and clean, not wild and high like the grass. Not creep and rolling like the trees. Our hum is drier and tells when our fruits are ready to be on their own.
Humming together, standing together, we are together. Standing, touching lightly, roots side by side, tassels racing toward the sky. When we stand together we don't bend like the grass, true, we may sway, but our roots hold true. Our fruits are held up by our strong, sturdy stalks. We are free to hum and sway, to soak up the sun, and bask in the rain, until it's time for our fruits to stand on their own in our root holes so they can learn to hum.
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Short stories and Character sketches
Short StoryI took a course in Creative Writing not that long ago and I thought it would be best to get them on digital form where I wouldn't lose them.
