Bouquet (Trust Machines)Before the white chrysanthemumSketchySeraph
The scissors hesitate
-Yosa Buson, tl. Robert Hass
Khanh paused, his shears just a scant quarter of an inch from trimming a flower from the plant before him. Rather, he froze just short of trimming his wife. Harriet had Venned into a plant for time being, a part of their living arrangement.
The pair of lovers were struggling Venn artists, each trying to get by on commissioned pieces. However, not everyone had need of her sculpting gifts, just as not everyone had need of his floral forms. Naturally, two people living one person's salary was hardly ideal, so the pair had decided to rotate off between work.
When Khanh had offers to change people into plants, he'd change Harriet into one as well, taking her with him on business trips. Likewise, Harriet would do the same to him, making him anything from a desk ornament to a statue fit for a gorgeous yard.
Of course, their weekends were spent together, each of the pair explo
Treeson (Mother Nature)(Woman to Tree)SketchySeraph
Gary Randolph was a very eco-minded guy, which made it odd that he was a lumberjack by trade.
It wasn’t his choice, honestly. He’d been picked up as a kid for a few smash-and-grabs, and as he put it: “You try finding a job when you’ve got a record.” He’d tried local pawn shops; auto dealers; even telemarketing firms. But while all of these people would hire other felons, nobody trusted a thief.
He’d had nowhere else to turn but the Alcobb Lumber Company, which drove him mad. They were deforesting his local town and he was working for them! It was like a Satanist being hired as church organist.
But he was damned good at the job, and he soon rose to be the foremost logger at his branch. He had a lot of say, but corporate could shut him down whenever they wanted.
Like now. For all his influence, Gary had nothing he could do to prevent the damnable company from chopping down his childhood woods; nothing he could do but pray. Thankfu