Children’s Story: The Lonely Apple

The apple fell
Not far from the tree
But rolled and rolled
and was lost to the wild
The farmer won’t find me, and the neighbourhood children won’t either,
thought the poor little apple.
The apple sat and withered
Hidden under a dense bush
Sad and alone
Slowly he shrank in the cold
Buried by the winter snow
Until he finally disappears

As the spring sun shines
And the snow melts away
A seed at the heart of the apple sprouts
Over years the apple
Becomes a tree
but still he finds himself lonely
As the apple tree continues to grow
He notices apples forming on his branches
His own apples
And finally
He is no longer alone
He is happy

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I spoke with a fellow blogger recently about editing. I myself, edit like crazy.
He said he occasional writes directly to his blog with little to no editing and suggested I try the same.
So, this week I’ll be posting material that I’ve given myself about 15 minutes to write and haven’t edited other than glaring spelling and grammatical mistakes.

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