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Children's Tree: Fantasy
May. 21st, 2005 08:31 pmShe laughed and ran around the tree, her baby legs stumbling slightly over the rough edges of the tree's roots, but her feet didn't let her down. She did not fall and skin her knees. Her tears would have watered the tree, and her blood would have fed it, but I was still glad that she had not. The children's yard surrounded the tree, all fifty feet of it. It took up half the yard all by itself. The children's sleeping quarters were in the trees branches. Tree houses, the parents said when they saw them, oh, how sweet. And what a reasonable fee you're charging for your very good service. My job was to smile and nod and beam angelically at the cutest baby in our service at that time. The parents, you see, they just didn't know. If they did know, I'm pretty sure that they wouldn't care.
Inspiration: There's a tree outside my window, perhaps?
Story Potential: Medium-high.
Finished Length: Novel. There's not enough momentum here for a short story, but I think it could be an interesting exploration.
Notes: Despite how this is written, I don't want it in first person. Third person POV with the caretaker being one of the main POVs. In some way, the children's tears and blood bond them with the Tree. That's part of how the caretaker became the caretaker, as well. What is the tree's purpose? This could be pure fantasy or it could be urban fantasy. Despite the inherent creepiness of the idea, it isn't horror. Think of the good fairytales...they all have some extremely creepy bits. As a novel, I think a lot of planning, plotting, and research (once I decide where I want it to go) would be necessary. Unless this could tap into some fairly primal patterns/group subconscious/social mores, it would suck. Note to self: if I choose to write this, do it write. No half-assing this one.
Inspiration: There's a tree outside my window, perhaps?
Story Potential: Medium-high.
Finished Length: Novel. There's not enough momentum here for a short story, but I think it could be an interesting exploration.
Notes: Despite how this is written, I don't want it in first person. Third person POV with the caretaker being one of the main POVs. In some way, the children's tears and blood bond them with the Tree. That's part of how the caretaker became the caretaker, as well. What is the tree's purpose? This could be pure fantasy or it could be urban fantasy. Despite the inherent creepiness of the idea, it isn't horror. Think of the good fairytales...they all have some extremely creepy bits. As a novel, I think a lot of planning, plotting, and research (once I decide where I want it to go) would be necessary. Unless this could tap into some fairly primal patterns/group subconscious/social mores, it would suck. Note to self: if I choose to write this, do it write. No half-assing this one.
