A Raccoon Dreamed of the Zaqqum Tree
A Microfiction Story I Made Using My Oracle Cards (Cause Why Not?)
A raccoon's strange dream; bugs breathed on the Zaqqum tree.
They optimistically yearned to reach the roots; sources of anguish.
As they crawled, their youth became spent; an unwelcome surprise.
Below, crowded, they shoved for space. Bug doctors collected corpses.
Happiness outran them all, fleeing with regrettable and mournful song.
The humans reigned sovereign over the tree, drunk on power...
They fed the roots with all the evils of mankind...
The tree grew wretched; thorny, with bitter flesh and skulls.
But above the tree, Truth flew close, unyielding to corruption.
One lone bug got away; sailing free on calm seas.
About the Creator
Megan Baker (@thegothofsawpit)(@shadowsitheghoststrikebwr)
A spin on her last name, "Baker's Dozen" are opinion lists on various topics. She also enjoys writing about her World of Warcraft main, The Ghastly Bulk Merchant Shadowsithe Ghoststrike, and occasionally partakes in fiction challenges.
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