Message to the Editor

Please accept my heartfelt greetings to anyone it may affect.

I'm writing in response to the Pear Tree challenge because I don't think I'll be able to come up with a good tale about a pear tree. I don't seem to have the same amount of inspiration for this round as I had for the others. Even though I used a photo of a pear tree next to a tiny lake with two star-crossed lovers making beautiful love under the tree, it didn't seem to work for me; all I could come up with was the tired and expected romance scenario. I did able to create a piece of the narrative, which you can read below:

[As her sweetheart, Mary Kate, came sprinting along the meadow near the great pond, Justine rested against the pear tree. Mary Kate was a bit shorter and of a somewhat heavier set than Justine, with thick brown hair and brown eyes and a massive pair of breasts that wouldn't quit, while Justine was small and slender in form with long, silky blonde hair and blue eyes.Mary Kate took a ripe pear off the tree and placed it between her and Justine's mouths. Each lady repeatedly bit down on either side of the pear until there was nothing left save the juices on each other's lips. They started licking the secretions off one other's lips until the two females kissed.

Justine continued to kiss Mary Kate, but found herself drifting away from her lips, down her chin, neck, and eventually stopping at the base of her neck, where she proceeded to slide her lips down Mary Kate's breast, where Mary Kate had ripped open her blouse to make herself more accessible—.]

Nobody wants to read such type of thing, I'm sure; after all, what kind of pleasure does it provide? I even attempted to incorporate a pear tree into a space adventure, but it failed... Take a look for yourself.

[Noasha proceeded along the corridor of the Pioneer-3, towards the massive greenhouse on the ship's port side. The little particles of stars rushed by outside the bay window as he gazed inside at the pear tree that was being transported from the great palace on Earth to the new colony on the outskirts of space.

To deal with the terrible congestion that had occurred on Earth, they had discovered a planet to dwell far beyond what they thought was the end of the universe. The planet was similar to Earth but smaller, and it appeared to be in its infancy as far as planets go. There was no native life, neither animal nor human, on the island. While surveyors discovered plant life, it appeared to be different from what people were used to, necessitating the transplantation of numerous plants to the new environment.

His spacecraft was one of three going towards this new planet, all bearing the names Pioneer 1, 2, or 3. The first, Pioneer-1, carried human inhabitants of various ages, races, and socioeconomic classes. The second ship, Pioneer-2, housed all of the creatures, many of which were still in their infancy, and included anything from an elephant to the tiniest mouse. Finally, there was his ship, complete with all of the plant life, which ranged from basic shrubs and flowers to little fruit bearing trees such as apple and pear trees to the enormous and magnificent ponderosa pine.

If they attempted this voyage 100 years ago, it would have required intergenerational travel, but with newly found technology developed in the year 2211, the trek could now be completed in a matter of months. As evidenced by the survey teams' frequent visits back and forth.

He was flanked by a woman, his future bride, who was tall and slim, with long flowing white hair. Most people assume that persons with white hair are elderly and fragile, but this was not the case with Nadia. She was only in her forties and had white hair from birth.

"How long will it take us to get there?" Nadia was the one who inquired.

"The navigator, Pioneer-1, says we've arrived at the halfway point; it took us two months to get here, therefore it should take another two months to go to the planet."

"Have we settled on a name for the planet yet?"

"It's still recognised by the code name it was given when it was found thus far." 0001 is the planet."

"We're not going to call it that forever—."

That reads like a badly written Doctor Who fiction to me. Anyway, with that out of the way, I went on to my third try, where I tried to craft something a little more personal with myself as the protagonist.

[As I went around the park alone, a gentle rain fell softly onto me; it wasn't a cold, hard shower, but it was just cool enough to wipe away the sense of being hot from my short walk. While the majority of the people on the walkway began to flee for safety, I continued down the trail.

A pear tree stood at the end of the walk, and my hand stretched up and picked one of the ripe ones. It wasn't too hard to bite into, but it wasn't so soft that it was virtually worthless. This one was perfect.