the fall

My heart clenched as my soul was lost in the deps of the mercy puddle that that shon within me ,my heart pounded in my chest my father was dead he was later burried underneath the tree that he planted when he was young.

He was a patriotic faithful man that stood up to what he believed in and let no one get in his way .

One day a man came to our house he was dressed in a white robe his name was quiatchi(q-ia-ta-chi) .He said your great great great grand father he planted a tree that produced flower that are said to be lost souls.


once she heard this news she felt like her heart had exploded ,deep within her she heard a voice that kept on saying i am alive get me get me. she went to the garden she saw him sitting on the remembrance bench she had put down.

she fainted he woe her saying its OK my dear I am well do NOT FEAR THE TREE BROUGHT ME BACK IT IS THE TREE OF JAPAN THE ONE THEY HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR CENTURYS!


the tree was later wilting s the power withn it had been sucked out
my father was not alive but his soul followed me i was haunted.the way to get rid of this haunting horror was to cut down thee tree.


later that day i got a axe and swung it the tree fell down all the souls that were in it flew out into the air free once again.

epilogue

the moral of the story is you don't always get what you expect.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 05.11.2011

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