How CherryWood Came to Be

From Tales of TearMint: Volume 1

This story is something of an exception for me. Actually, that’s a vast understatement. The truth is, there’s nothing about this story that’s normal for me. Normally I write multilayered epic- fantastical thingers, raging historical epics, that clock in at a quarter million words or more. This story has a single plot, and it’s only about seventeen hundred words. Whoa. Crazy. Normally it takes me a long time to finish something—months. Years. I wrote this story in a single day. Yep. That’s right. But I wanted to go for a fairytale flavor for this one. I revise like... well...like a writer, really. Get advice from the woman. I take a story through dozens if not hundreds of revisions before I’m happy or satisfied with it. But once I was done with this story on that first day, it was really, really finished. I changed about eight words, maybe five sentences, added a few lines, extra descriptions, and that’s it.The story itself is a little odd. It’s from an odd perspective, and it covers a vast scope of time. The main character is odd. The language is odd. I’ve read it out loud a couple times, in a night, and I’ve found the sound of it to be...well...odd. Rhythmic. Almost like a chant. For all that, I have to say I’m a little proud of it. 

In the beginning, there was the wood. It was a strong wood. It was an old wood. There was warm sun, which was good. There were climbing vines, which were bad. There was wind, which was neither. There was also the Lady. She was neither. There was the tree. It was beautiful.

Pages: 26

File Type: PDF Format

Genre: Fairytale

Book Type: Short Story

Author: Jack Buie