Writing Prompt

He’d wanted me to hunt with him, to go into the forests with a rifle and an axe, and look for something innocent to murder. That was when I lost interest, when he took me to his family’s mountain lodge and showed me the peaked roof, decorated with antlers. He was so proud of them, like a little boy at show and tell. It made me sick. I could feel the heaviness of the air, of the spirits that had be...

Heavy is the burden of the fallen tree

First to sustain all that grows

And then to give from sapling to prime

When felled and fallen

Still it serves

Patching roofs over heads

And crafted into vessels to hold

Even dead and decaying it serves

Tiny organisms fill its pores

And seedinglings break its back

Heavy is the burden of the fallen tree

To give and give

And only be cut down in ret...

Alex lived in a cabin, near the lake in the woods. He was not the richest man on the planet, but certainly not the poorest. He lived his life in isolation, never trusting anyone except himself.

One day, he was at his day job (shopkeeper) and a girl he had a "crush" on came up to him and asked him on a date. He agreed. A few months later, they were boyfriend and girlfriend.

Alex walked up to hi...

The Hunter.

The Hunter. That’s what the man who lived in the cabin,secluded from society,was called. No one knew his real name,no one dared to talk to him,no matter find out his name.

The Hunter specialised in deer hunting. And he very obviously enjoyed it. If you trekked into his land,you would see no blood,that was how precise he was.

Even odder,no matter how many deer he hunted and killed,...