The Pear Tree
a/n: Bonjour!! So this one-shot is based off of a poem called the pear tree. If I can, I'll put the link at the end of the story.
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Kid: Mr. Owl, how many words are there until the author says she doesn't own anything?
Mr. Owl: Well, lets find out.
I don't own anything!
Mr. Owl: Four.
A/n: Mr. Owl is a nickname of my friend Irene…
The Pear Tree
The blue haired magic knight lay underneath a pear tree sleeping. From under the shade, the gentle winds of the lake lifted her hair. Umi lay motionless in the long grass of summertime. As she slept, memories of Cephrio had come to her as dreams. (An abstract noun! Sorry, we were reviewing these in English…) Above her, blue jays sang sweet songs of summer.
A scraggly haired man stood on the others side of the pear tree watchign Umi sleep. As the sun set, Umi awoke softly to find the day entering the purple twilight which seemed to paint the sky with scattered stars. Standing, Umi began her short walk home.
The scraggly man wrapped his arms around Umi's waist and pulled her toward his body. She fought back with all her strength as the man crushed his lips against hers in a ferocious kiss. The man removed his face from hers and brought his large hands to her neck, clamping them around it, and began to choke her. With a natural instinct, Umi put her small hands on the man's wrist and tried to pull his hands off her neck. Soon, from lack of air, Umi turned red, then blue, a purple then finally, indigo. Her now dull blue eyes rolled into the back of her head as the man lossened his grip. He check Umi's pulse and felt no heartbeat. He removed his hands from her neck and placed them once again around her waist. He carried the corpse bridal style to the icy lake. The moon shone on the black surface of the lake as the man dipped Umi's body into the water. As the body came back up, a nighting gale sang a sad, soft song of remorse as the man set the now wet corpse against the tree gently upon dead leaves.
"Goodnight, girl. You're here now, girl. Underneath the pear tree…underneath the pear tree," he whispered leaving the pear tree, and the corpse.
---Finis
A/n: Im gonna put the poem and site where I based the story from.
Poem:
Little girl, sleeping underneath the pear tree
In the shade, the lake winds lift your hair.
Pretty girl, motionless in the long grass of
Summertime, the sweet birds sing for you.
Timid girl, waking softly as the evening
Sun goes down, and for you paints the sky.
It's dark now, girl.
With moonlight comes the frost,
your bed now of dead leaves.
It's cold now, girl.
A lake of ice to swim,
The night-bird sings your song.
You're here now girl.
Underneath the pear tree.
Underneath the pear tree.
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