Don’t wake in the world where the trees all died,

For you will be paralyzed.

The world is so dark,

Wake in the world where there is a lark!...

Don’t wake up in a world where the trees all died and the sun never shines. Where the birds sweet songs turns into notes of panic. A world where the sky is yellow with pollution and smog, and the waters brown and murky.

You don’t want to live in a world like that, but we are beginning to. Cities around the world have smog infesting their sky’s and lakes and oceans are turning brown. But, it’s ne...

I sat in silence as my therapist stared at me. His pen tapped the desk. A rhythm quickly grating on my nerves after ten minutes of silence.

“What do you want me to say?” I blurted out.

Dr Zingle set down his pen. “Let’s start with the nightmares. What do you remember about them?”

“I never told you that I was having nightmares.”

Suspicion snuck into the back of my mind. I’d started seei...

When the birds are gone and the winds are silent,

When the waters all dried up and the fish are gone,

The trees will be the last to go.

You don’t wake up in the world where all the trees died.

Nothing does....

My eyes open.

Light shining in my room, the gentle breeze carressing my face and stretching arms.

Just an illusion.

I sit up and yawn, staring outside my window,

the tall oaks swaying in the golden light.

It’s not real.

I stand up and slowly walk to my office, reaching to my bookshelf and pulling out a book.

It’s a lie, the words and all.

I flick through the pages, pressing my nose ...

The air was heavy with silence, a quiet so deep it felt like a weight pressing against my chest. I hadn’t seen the sun in days; a sickly haze clung to the sky, dulling even the memory of warmth. I walked through the once-familiar path that led to the woods, but where towering oaks and whispering pines had stood, there was nothing now but barren earth. The trees were gone—no stumps, no fallen trunk...

Don't wake in the world where the trees are dead.

The last words said to me by my grandmother who passed away just a few weeks ago. She was a bright and wonderful woman but one day she began spouting about a world where all the trees are dead.

Everyone thought her age was finally catching up to her but I believed every word she never lost her train of thought so it was weird for her to begin say...

When the trees have died, so does all the rest of humanity. Slowly, slowly and slower still does the rest of essentials burn out.

That was what it was like before.

However the trees had not died first, but last. And so when the trees died it acts as a final stand. The final stand of our lifetime.

After the trees all fall the earth would explode.

And the same way a star is born would a new eart...

_Author's Note: Japanese names are written with surnames first._

DARKNESS, so black it made his eyes water. The boy tried to keep his head above the impenetrable shadow, craning his neck to see even a faint ember of light. But the darkness was interminable and it made no difference where he looked; up, down, left, right, the darkness followed him like a parasite feeding off his every thought, his ...

The helmet on my head burdened my body yet unfortunately it was something I needed to survive. The helmets provided oxygen to humans as all the trees have fallen. Synthetic oxygen was created and is now used to keep what’s left of the population alive.

A beautiful green world was burnt to ash, the vibrant forests resembled a grey cluster of broken dreams. The shimmering oceans now completely obs...