Greg Learns To Write

I began to come into existence—a brown pit, surrounded by yellow, soft but firm, fruit. Only a small amount of light bled through it. Then, slowly, the light was extinguished.

I panicked. I rocked back and forth in my fruity prison, attempting to break free, wishing I knew what was going on. Then, I heard a whistling sound and something rocked my prison to the ground—and I was caught by something even bigger than my prison. Then, I saw freedom. A large, gaping hole had appeared in the side of my prison.

I made a break for it—rolling as fast as I could. I rolled out and fell to the ground. Then, I heard a deep, manly voice from over head. “Wow, look at that,” it said, “the pit just rolled right on out of this peach. Huh.” So it was a peach that held me! I silently vowed to destroy all peaches, and free other pits from their fruity prison.

I set off. It took me several hours, but I finally reached another peach tree. I backed up, and hurled myself at the trunk with all my strength. Nothing happened. Then, I knew what I had to do. I rolled at a small, unsuspecting baby in a stroller. I hurled myself into its mouth. At this, the baby’s mother gasped and let go of the stroller. It rolled down the hill, straight towards the peach tree. Upon impact, many peaches fell and split open. I encouraged my fellow pits to join my cause. With my newfound army of peach pits, nothing could stop me!

I then was trampled by large feet. This was one prison I’d never escape.

Slowly, I began to grow roots. My body grew plants that stuck up into the surface. I slowly grew into a peach tree, horrified at my self. Then, I began creating pits. Yes! They could free me from my wooden state! But then, something horrible happened. I began encasing them in peach!!! I tried to stop, but I couldn’t. It was in my nature. I went through that countless times, and I eventually was struck by lightning, left to decay under fungi and bacteria. I slowly faded away.

p.s. No babies or peach pits/trees were harmed in the making of this story.