Write an original story that ends with "I’m going back home to you".
The raging sounds made by those monsters filled my head. It filled my ears, my head, my entire being.
Everything was shaking, including my mother. She held on to me tightly and I could tell she was terrified. We all were.
Tall, majestic trees came crashing down, and with every tree a century died with it. Heavy smoke suffocated the air, and slowly, the sounds grew louder.
“They’re coming,” my mother whispered, trembling. “They’re coming! You must go, you must go! You must find a new home, you must!”
“No,” I replied stubbornly. “My home is here.”
“No!” my mother screamed, as the monsters inched ever closer. “You must go!”
“I don’t want to go,” I said. “You’ll die.”
My mother looked at me sadly. “My time is over. Let me die. You must find a new home!”
The monsters were almost upon us. Leaves and broken twigs swirled around us like a building tornado. A strong gust of wind blew, and my mother pushed me away abruptly. “No!” I cried as the strong wind caught me, lifting me into the air easily, and there I watched as my mother disappeared beneath those smooth black things.
“Humans,” I thought bitterly to myself. “They destroy everything.”
Wrenched from my home, I was being forced to go along with the ever-changing moods of Mr. Wind. He was angry today.
“Why are you taking away my trees?!” he howled and bellowed. “Why do you replace them with strong, hard buildings that do not sway with me?! Why do you not care?!”
But of course, the humans couldn’t hear him.
Mr. Wind and I stayed relatively close to the humans until they left. The land was completely barren and destroyed except for the grass. Mr. Wind’s anger slowly faded as remorse took its place. I floated back gently to the ground. The grass was crippled and crying as I tenderly touched them. Mr. Wind sighed, almost lifting me up again. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I am old and I could not fight them and their machines.” He started to leave.
“Wait!” I choked out. “Mr. Wind, please take me with you! I cannot live here, I cannot have a home here! Please take me with you, please!”
I could see him hesitate, but after a few moments he nodded and gently picked me up from the wounded grass. “Goodbye,” I whispered. The only reply I heard were their anguished wails.
Mr. Wind took me along with him, and I saw the world. I saw the world dominated by humans. I saw sky-high buildings that glinted in sunlight but were cold, I saw the stalked animals hiding and quaking in fear in the foliage, I saw the other monsters that belched black smoke and I saw the forest being burned alive.
I was horrified. Mr. Wind sensed this. “The world used to be beautiful, young one. I’ve cried so many times that my tears have all but dried up. We’ve all tried rebelling, but there’s just too much destruction. I’ve brought down structures, like the bridges that cover the Sea. She’s rebelled too, crashing on houses and towns with no mercy, angry at the rubbish that fills her. But she’s dying. Just as all of us are.”
I wanted to cry. “How can they do this? They’re taking away all our homes! It’s not fair!”
“You can still be saved, little one. Don’t you worry about that. When you find a home, you can send your offspring away, where they will then grow. You can still bring some life back to the earth, even if it’s little.”
I sniffed. “But where will my home be? My mother is gone.”
“Make a new one. I know of this place, still untouched by the humans. It is beautiful still. I shall take you there.”
Mr. Wind travelled, surging through the air-currents and startling all the birds we passed into flight. There were no buildings here yet and Mr. Wind laughed giddily, sending birds spiralling away.
After what felt like just minutes, he slowed down. “Here we are,” he said. Plants and trees of different sizes filled the area. Random splashes of colour from flowers dotted the scenery. Plants and creepers grew in every direction, and the whole forest buzzed with life. It filled my entire being. This forest was wild and free.
I was enchanted. It was beautiful.
Mr. Wind set me down. I was ecstatic. “Thank you, Mr. Wind! Thank you so much!” He laughed gaily. “I’ll be off then. Goodbye, little seed!”
I settled down happily. The grass hummed in harmony and plants asked me where I was from. A few animals sniffed at me, wanting to know what I was.
“I am a seed!” I said proudly. “When I grow up, I shall send all my seeds away to places so that we can always live on.”
Satisfied, they left me alone to grow in my new, pristine home.
And so, that was how the dandelion grew. By the edge of a wild forest she taught her seeds about life and humans and the world, before sending them off. She was happy there, and as she died, she imagined a better future for her fellow plants and finally, she softly whispered, “Hey, mum? I’m going back home to you.”