Wild mustard, dandelion, lots of things I don’t recognize. They taunt me. They wave their heads in the sunshine and laugh at me. No matter how many I pull, there are always more of them. Each drop of scarce rain nourishes millions of them. Humans are destroying everything about the environment but weeds.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “weeds.”


Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

6 thoughts on “Weeds”

  1. We pluck and pull, tear and shred. They overrun gardens, grow through sidewalk cracks, sway with every breeze. Children make wishes on the white fluffy ones, while their parents grumble and mumble to themselves while they are on their hands and knees keeping them from taking over their flowers. Weeds.

  2. The untended garden was overrun with weeds. It gave the house an abandoned look, but in reality, it was inhabited. Josiah had lived in that house since he was a child and now that he was old, alone and embittered by life’s events. He didn’t care much about his needs, let alone his surroundings. Initially, his neighbors tried to help, but his actions and belligerent behavior had alienated him from everyone. His motto was: Don’t bother me, and I won’t bother you, until a young boy with a dog knock on his door one day…

  3. The building authorities were in a tizzy. Something fishy was being afoot.
    The electricity bills had crossed the limits, and some one was over using . It was difficult to say who.
    A surprise raid caught the culprits red handed. In the cold European climes, two brothers on fourth floor were using a poultry incubator to grow weed. The operation was covert and ingenious. It is amazing how the human mind works to attain the forbidden.

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