Letter to the Editor

To whom it may concern,

This letter is written in concern to the Pear Tree challenge, I don’t think I will be able to write a productive story based around a pear tree. I don’t seem to have enough inspiration to do one for this round like I did for the other rounds. Even though I used a picture of a pear tree sitting next to a small lake with two star-crossed lovers making perfect love under the tree it didn’t seem to work for me, all I could come up with was the done and done again romance story that would be a bit predictable. Below is a snippet of the story that I did manage to write:

[Justine leaned back against the pear tree as her lover, Mary Kate came running down the field beside the large pond. While Justine was thin and slender in size with long, silky blonde hair and blue eyes, Mary Kate was a little but shorter than she was and of a slightly heavier set with thick brown hair and brown eyes and a large set of breasts that wouldn’t quit.

Mary Kate plucked a ripe pear from the tree and leaned into Justine, placing the pear between their mouths. Each girl bit down on either side of the pear over and over again until there was nothing left save for the juices that were on one another’s lips. They began to lick at the juices on one another’s lips until the two girls ended up in a kiss.

Justine continued to kiss Mary Kate, but found herself moving away from her lips, and down her chin, then her neck and finally stopped at the base of her neck where she began to move her lips down Mary Kate’s chest where Mary Kate had pulled opened her blouse to make herself more accessible--.]

Nobody wants to read that kind of stuff, I’m sure, after all what kind of enjoyment is there in reading that? I even tried to incorporate a pear tree into a space adventure, but that didn’t work out…well, see for yourself.

[Noasha walked down the corridor of the Pioneer-3 towards the giant greenhouse that was housed on the port side of the ship. Outside the bay window the tiny specks of stars raced by as inside, he looked at the pear tree that was being transferred from the grand orchids on earth to the new colony on the fringes of space.

They had found a planet to inhabit out there far beyond what they thought was the end of the universe, to deal with the extreme congestion that had happened on Earth. The planet was a place much like Earth only smaller, as far as planets go, it seemed to be in its early stages of life. There was no indigenous life, neither animal nor humans. Surveyors, while they did find plant life, it seemed to be different than what humans were used to, thus the need to transplant various plants to the new world

His ship was one of three ships all named Pioneer 1, 2 or 3 heading towards this new planet, the first, Pioneer-1 contained the human settlers of all different ages, races, and many other social differences. The second ship, Pioneer-2 contained all of the animals, many in their infancy stages, and contained everything from an elephant to the smallest of rodents. Finally, there was his ship, with all of the plant life, ranging anywhere from common shrubbery and flowers to the small fruit bearing trees like the apple and pear trees to what would become known as the large and grand ponderosa pine.

100 years ago, if they were to attempt to make this journey, it would have been an inter-generational journey, but with newly discovered technology that was discovered in the year 2211, that journey could now be made in a series of months. As was proven by the multiple trips back and forth by the survey teams.

Next to him was a woman, his wife to be price, she was tall and slender with long flowing white hair. Most people consider white haired people to be old and frail, but this wasn’t true with Nadia. She was only in her thirties and was born with white hair.

“How much longer will our journey take?” Nadia asked.

“The navigator or Pioneer-1 says that we have reached the halfway point, since it took us two months to come this far, logically, it would take us another two months to reach the planet.

“Have we decided what we are going to name the planet?”

“So far, it is still known by the code name they gave it when it was discovered. Planet 0001.”

“We’re not going to keep on naming it that--.]

Ugh, that reads like a poorly written Doctor Who fanfic. Anyway, with that scrapped I moved on for my third attempt I tried to do something a little bit more personal with myself as the main character.

[I wandered through the park with nobody as a companion, the soft rain gently came down upon me, it wasn’t a cold harsh rain, but it was just cool enough to wash away the feeling of being overheated from my little walk. While most people along the path began to run for shelter, I kept on going down the path.

At the end of the path was a pear tree, my hand reached up and selected one of the ones that were ripe for picking, it wasn’t so hard that it was impossible to bite into, but it hadn’t gone so soft that it was almost useless. This one was just right.

There was a creek nearby and I sat against the tree watching the animals, while there were some who like the people scattered when it began to rain, there were others who didn’t mind getting a little bit on the wet side. The little racoon was one of them, as I sat there leaning against the pear tree watching him, he slowly walked up to me with caution. I reached out with my half-eaten pear and the racoon gladly took it and began to gnaw at it.

Suddenly, there were two other racoons, all vying for the same attention that I gave the first. I found a pear that had fallen from the tree onto the ground around me and after cutting it into two equal halves, I offered one half to one racoon and the other half to the other.]

OK, enough of that sheesh, I’m half expecting Grizzly Adams to walk up and compliment me for doing right to the animals. What I needed was something… something that would make a good story. I mean how hard is it to find and put down 600 – 2000 words? I can usually do that in a little under an hour. But not with this challenge.

So, I will have to unfortunately not be able to submit a story to the challenge.

Sincerely,

Timothy Jones

PS: Wait a second…after reading over what I just wrote, my sob story might actually be an acceptable story.