The Vines
"Go on ahead", said the gardener to Sam.
"Yeah?" Sam seemed to be put to a challenge. You see the gardener had built a house entirely out of vines, or grew vines into an entire house. Vacationing in California, Sam had stumbled upon this work of botanical art and thought he would have himself a closer look. This tangled up green shack seemed to lust for the sky, several vines pulled themselves slowly upwards in the afternoon sunlight.
The gardener shielded his eyes from the blaring rays, "Go on, it doesn't bite... too much"
Sam laughed, "Yeah? Well good I was worried, should I take my shoes off before going inside?"
"No no."
So Sam had decided this seemed harmless enough and pulled a couple vines aside to reveal a surprisingly livable area. There were chairs and a table and even a grandfather clock in the center of the room. Sam ran his hand along the green lumpy walls in disbelief, these thick vines were tangled together so functionally.
"How do you like it Sam?" said the gardener coming in the "door" behind him.
"How did you know my name?!" said Sam in even more disbelief.
"You see Sammy boy, I'm not a human at all, I am only vines after all" said the Gardener pulling up his sleeves to reveal that his arms were just tightly woven flesh tone vines, shaped perfectly to the male body's muscular structure. "And guess what Sam, this house isn't made of vines at all, it's made of..."
"People..." said Sam quietly putting the pieces together in his head.
"Yes yes, I knew it was only a matter of time before you'd find out the truth about this house"
"I've only been here for ten minutes!"
"And here you shall stay!" screamed the gardener and with that emitted a beam of energy out of his viney hands. Sam was hit by this energy and at once was morphed into a deformed vine creature. His clothes fell to the floor and Sam slithered out of them and tangled himself up in the walls, becoming nothing more than another lost soul in a house of vines. The house had become even more solid, an architect would have been proud especially if he also enjoyed stealing human souls. Yet the souls were no longer individual, they were all a part of this green beast, reaching lustfully toward the sky, toward the untouchable energy above.
"Yeah?" Sam seemed to be put to a challenge. You see the gardener had built a house entirely out of vines, or grew vines into an entire house. Vacationing in California, Sam had stumbled upon this work of botanical art and thought he would have himself a closer look. This tangled up green shack seemed to lust for the sky, several vines pulled themselves slowly upwards in the afternoon sunlight.
The gardener shielded his eyes from the blaring rays, "Go on, it doesn't bite... too much"
Sam laughed, "Yeah? Well good I was worried, should I take my shoes off before going inside?"
"No no."
So Sam had decided this seemed harmless enough and pulled a couple vines aside to reveal a surprisingly livable area. There were chairs and a table and even a grandfather clock in the center of the room. Sam ran his hand along the green lumpy walls in disbelief, these thick vines were tangled together so functionally.
"How do you like it Sam?" said the gardener coming in the "door" behind him.
"How did you know my name?!" said Sam in even more disbelief.
"You see Sammy boy, I'm not a human at all, I am only vines after all" said the Gardener pulling up his sleeves to reveal that his arms were just tightly woven flesh tone vines, shaped perfectly to the male body's muscular structure. "And guess what Sam, this house isn't made of vines at all, it's made of..."
"People..." said Sam quietly putting the pieces together in his head.
"Yes yes, I knew it was only a matter of time before you'd find out the truth about this house"
"I've only been here for ten minutes!"
"And here you shall stay!" screamed the gardener and with that emitted a beam of energy out of his viney hands. Sam was hit by this energy and at once was morphed into a deformed vine creature. His clothes fell to the floor and Sam slithered out of them and tangled himself up in the walls, becoming nothing more than another lost soul in a house of vines. The house had become even more solid, an architect would have been proud especially if he also enjoyed stealing human souls. Yet the souls were no longer individual, they were all a part of this green beast, reaching lustfully toward the sky, toward the untouchable energy above.