For a prompt, I asked myself what would be my version of Utopia:

Scraggly roots break up the ground, there trees growing tall and strong. Their branches bend under the weight of thick green leaves, the sun filtering through, creating a dapple of light upon the dirt floor. Between these trees are large bookcases, though between might be the wrong word it’s more like they are part of the trees. Continue reading “A Library in the Woods” →