Shame boy.

My first attempt at Flash fiction. Thanks to Louise @  PRICELESS JOY

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No one  knows just how much I see. I’m just the scare crow to keep the birds away and for the children to mock me. I am made of sticks. Where do sticks come from?

Trees!

Once upon a time I was a living breathing being. I helped sustain life and I even got hugs for it. People would marvel at my glorious lush head piece of green foliage. I was tall and grand and people sat by me, happy to take some shade.

Now ,I am just a bunch of twigs. Look at how they dress me. I am so ashamed. I can’t bear to look anyone in the eye. This is why as each day passes I die just that little bit more. Rigid – if only I could reach high enough to be a part of heavens deities again.

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About Daisy Willows

'Words are my everything' - Jon Wayne . A writer of poetry, stories, stage scripts, fiction, border line poetry & freestyle works, Music reviews, Guest Features/interview & shout outs. She is also passionate about raising anti-stigma & awareness for Mental Health. A trained co-facilitator in Wellness Recovery Action plan by Mary Ellen Copeland Natasha goes by many moniker names-Daisy Willows, bahtuhkid, GOAT2Bdazee. She has had a colourful life. Travelled. Natasha co-owns a second-hand clothing & accessories business -La Bella Bijoux Ltd Natasha was born in South Africa & is a French national. She currently resides in the UK Natasha Bodley holds a postgraduate in the Humanities. A BA in Myth in the Greek and Roman worlds & Advanced creative writing. She also holds a Foundation degree in Acting performance. She is currently working on her first novel (semi-autobiographical creative non-fiction). She has published one short story on Amazon called 'Number one' Connect with Natasha Collaborate with Natasha & feel free to Communicate her too. Light, Peace & Love!

Posted on 2016-07-04, in INSPIRED BY MY MUSE and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 37 Comments.

  1. what poetry! I felt the emotions really strong… good text. 🙂
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  2. I feel his unhappiness, poor fellow.

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  3. What an interesting look inside the scarecrow’s head and feel his shame at being reduced to a bunch of twigs from a once tall, majestic tree. A great theme with an environmental message. 🙂

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  4. Great start on flash fiction!

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  5. Excellent start…you should do well…Great gift…to write ‘off the cuff’…together with a agile imagination…. 😉 Hugs! ❤

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  6. Advanced Research Technology

    There are some deep thoughts emanating from within the sticks.

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  7. Yay! You are writing flash fiction. Great take on it. The poor thing. He wants to belong and be valued 🙂

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  8. Nice story, I am glad the twigs from that once sturdy shade tree was put to use instead of decaying in the ground. Now stands a protector of crops, the overseer of the field. Alive again !!!!! Thanks again for sharing your story

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  9. I love the mixture of sadness that you have given to a scarecrow.

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  10. I enjoyed reading your story! I’d seen the picture, but couldn’t think of anything to write about it. You did good! 🙂

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  11. Awww, very sweet yet very sad. He did come from trees and therefore was once majestic. Great story!

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  12. Ooh, I love your interpretation!

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  13. It’s pretty interesting how something made of the same things can be treated differently just because of how it looks…. Very interesting.

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