Keep on Swingin.
Mar 18, 2010 14:45:24 GMT -5
Post by vividwriter on Mar 18, 2010 14:45:24 GMT -5
Thud!
It's the sound of a blade on wood. The sound I hear every day. Even when I'm not working, someone is and I can hear the sound reverberating off of the tiny shacks they call houses in our District.
My name is Birch and I feel at home with an axe in my grip.
I free the blade from the cedar, and pull back for another blow into it's soft pliable bark. Each swing brings it closer to the ground. Finally, I deliver the last chop and the four foot diameter tree comes crashing to the ground.
"TIMBER!" I shout, as it is lost in a free fall for a second, and smashes into the ground with a tremendous shatter-like sound.
Immediately the tree is enveloped with more workers, hacking away at it's limbs.
I know someone is behind me before they speak. So I turn and face the new comer.
"My shift is over. I can't talk now. You know what happens if you loiter. They chase you off with whips, and give you a fee."
It's the sound of a blade on wood. The sound I hear every day. Even when I'm not working, someone is and I can hear the sound reverberating off of the tiny shacks they call houses in our District.
My name is Birch and I feel at home with an axe in my grip.
I free the blade from the cedar, and pull back for another blow into it's soft pliable bark. Each swing brings it closer to the ground. Finally, I deliver the last chop and the four foot diameter tree comes crashing to the ground.
"TIMBER!" I shout, as it is lost in a free fall for a second, and smashes into the ground with a tremendous shatter-like sound.
Immediately the tree is enveloped with more workers, hacking away at it's limbs.
I know someone is behind me before they speak. So I turn and face the new comer.
"My shift is over. I can't talk now. You know what happens if you loiter. They chase you off with whips, and give you a fee."
