THE SEED
By Steve Wands
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The Seed
Copyright © 2010 by Steve Wands
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Thanks
Thank you for taking the chance on The Seed, I hope you enjoy it and are interested in my work enough to try another story one day.
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The Seed
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“I love you,” he lied, pushing his way inside.
She didn’t stop him, tolerating his bullshit, and bearing the pain of his ‘young love’. Her fingers dug into the cold dirt, pulling up clumps of grass as he grunted and moaned and stabbed at her with his member. This isn’t love, she thought, this is what I have to do. She wished it to be over and wanted it to stop, and she could feel that he was almost there. One more stab and he’d be a limp dick on top of the world.
The trees around her seemed to move, walling the lover’s off from the rest of the world. Their bark; dry, cracking. Their branches hung like tree-brown icicles ready to fall–reaching skyward than realizing it was too far away, so why bother.
He bucked and writhed in her, moaning in relief, as his seed sputtered out like the spit from his mouth. He pulled himself out, instantly limp and leaned against the tree to his back. He shuffled around in his pants pocket and found a smoke. She lay there, letting his seed drip out. She could feel the grass against her nakedness, climbing up into her to gather his seed. She smiled. It was working. She sat up looking at the boy, smiling for the first time since they came out here. He found his lighter, smiling back at her with a bent cigarette dangling off his lip.
“They won’t like that,” she said to him.
“What’s that? Who’s they,” he lit the cigarette.
“The trees,” she said.
“Oh, I didn’t know you were a hippie-chick,” he smiled.
“You should’ve gotten to know me better,” she stopped smiling.
“I thought that’s what I just did.”
“Hmm,” she looked up at the trees. “Is that what you did to Mary? Got to know her? It was right here, too, wasn’t it?”
“Hey, wait, that was an accident. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You should’ve gotten to know her. She loved you. You would’ve known she had a sister. You would’ve known she had dreams. She was going to be something…something special,” she began to cry.
“Stop this! J-Just shut your mouth, you don’t know anything,” the boy screamed.
A tree branch swatted the cigarette from the boy’s mouth, cutting his lip. He yelped. The trees had moved. The branches moved in the air like snakes, hissing, rattling, full of venom. They struck like lightning, wrapping around his throat, his wrists, his legs, and his limp dick. He couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, but he wanted to. The ground began to rumble. The roots made their way to the surface, ripping the boy free from the branches, allowing his screams to break the silence for a moment as the roots pulled him under. Then, silence.
She walked away, the trees parted, they got what they wanted and in return she did too. She looked back, and a new sapling was breaking through the dirt.
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About the author
Steve Wands lives in New Jersey with his wife and son. He’s a comic book letterer for DC Comics by day, and an artist and writer by night. He drinks massive amounts of coffee, and sleeps very little. He is the author of Stay Dead: The Stranger and Tunnel Rats, Modern Nightmares, Damaged, and plenty of short stories.
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