Eorasaurus and Suminias by MaximSinitsa

Eorasaurus is not a climber, but she’s hungry. She scales the old tree cautiously. When wind sways a branch, she believes the whole tree will fall and holds her breath until the breeze dies and the bough steadies. The ground never rocks back and forth, she notes—but Suminia don’t live on the ground. They’re arboreal things—perhaps the first vertebrates to be so—monkeyish, chameleonish. They don’t notice the swing of branches or fear the drop. The canopy’s crisscrossing is as navigable to them as a web is to a spider. So when Eorasaurus comes, she is easy to elude, and the hungry archosauromorph abandons her pursuit. There must be easier prey on the ground. It’s only then that she comes to the realization that going down a tree can pose a greater challenge than going up. At the ends of swaying branches, the Suminia sound like they’re laughing.


Darkness was surrounding him as he kicked a pebble. The small lantern with a candle within didn’t give the light he desired but it was enough for now. Minwoo walked over to a tree that stood on the academy grounds, kneeling down in front of it he cleaned away some old cigarette buds and plastic wrappers and placed a single red rose instead on the ground. He was unaware of anyone near him- perhaps it was the lack of blood that didn’t give the other away.