New here, here's a story (Cycle of Peaceful Spring)

I write prose, so I'm gonna post here in hopes of getting plenty of feedback!

First up....

The small creatures endeavored an easy life of relaxation and freedom. After climbing out of their holes in the spring, they danced and gracefully flung themselves from tree to tree. Spring sprung, and the dwellers enjoyed a simple euphoria in an even simpler life. The dawn brought new days of birds' chatter and play in the trees. Young creatures opened their eyes for the first time, unknowing of the life outside of peace. The old ones dawned upon the inevitability of the year and thanked the earth for their long lives. Unfortunately, wisdom proceeded enjoyment, and the old never thought to prepare against the hovering doom that awaited the creatures perennially. Small paper castles were already being constructed over their unknowing peace.

As spring grew very warm, the creatures living in the trees began to value their shade more and more. As its value grew, so did the creatures' sense of pride and wellness. The shelter was wondrous in repelling the droplets of rain that accompany life outdoors. The leaves misdirected the water from their small bodies, and they grew ever more thankful and accustomed to an easy life. More varieties of creature joined the fray, but the original creatures did not mind sharing.

Subtly, it began. They joined the forces of nature in the same rite of initiation. They lived away from the animals for a time and caused no trouble. Their unholy kind grew tired of colonizing in the canopies far from the shade and abundance of the lesser creatures, and the hovering monsters began to contemplate invasion. A few bold beasts that attacked in small numbers were swatted by the larger animals at first, but soon the impending rebellion finally occurred. Monsters grew tired of living in the extremes of the canopy, and they attacked. Horrible zippers launched from above with their awful kamikaze needles, injecting enough venom to kill their victim mercilessly. No remorse accompanied the murder, no mourning for their fallen comrades. Their poisonous harpoons pierced the peaceful, furred flesh and inspired great fear in the tree-dwellers. As the wretched winged beasts routed the peaceful animals, they immediately began industrializing the trees. The harbingers of doom realized full sovereignty over the trees of the area, and the peaceful forest creatures were shoved into holes inside their trees. The animals managed to gather enough food to keep from starving, but with the tormentors came the heat of summer, and water was lacking. Nightly stowing to a water supply often ended with the swarm provoked into running amok and killing a few more of the thirsty creatures.

In autumn, the creatures scraped and scrounged enough food to prepare against winter, while the captors busily made a more bustling population. The forest dwellers had been in exile for too long, and they wondered if they would ever escape the imprisonment into their peaceful lives again. The weather grew cold, and the industrialization slowed steadily. The forest dwellers made ready for their natural hibernation to bare winter's bite. The winged tyrants grew to resent the falling leaves, as they were once again pounded by rain upon their buzzing and crowded houses. The climate grew colder, and the beasts huddled together for any warmth. When the rain ceased to pound, floating, freezing clouds began to waft and freeze the remaining water. The friendly forest dwellers, having taken steps toward survival, slept the long sleep of winter's turn. In short order, the buzzing stopped completely, and the monstrous zippers were struck down, frozen to their home, creating the awful sound no more. The long freezing season lasted months longer, cementing the annihilation of the tyrant race.

When spring came, the peaceful creatures emerged from their holes, and the young opened their eyes once again. They basked in the simple euphoria again, and some of the old passed away peacefully. Mourning was proceeded by enjoyment, however, and the young carried on with life uninhibited. Along with the peaceful tree dwellers, a few surviving monsters escaped from the thawed mass of bodies in their wretched houses, and they flew off, ready to begin making paper castles once again. The peaceful beings never thought to prepare against the hovering doom that awaited them perennially.


Thank you for reading!