“I’m tired of being a forest nymph,” she tells the wise old tree. “You know, of being pretty, of the songs, of the long hair.”
The tree puts something in her heart. “Do you feel it now?”
She does. It weighs.
“Now find your sword. You owe your tale to live it.”
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I enjoyed your micro short story. Sometimes I take a break from writing my poetry and venture into the exciting realm of short stories.
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Love it!!!! I love being able to tell a meaningful story in as few words as possible. It’s a true art form. Thank you 🙂
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