Roe Lynn Hills part 2

    As the apple reached the second town he was still moving with some gumption, but this time he got a chance to look around while he moved through the town. Everywhere he looked were these small trees that could move their roots as they pleased, moving around in groups ignoring the wind's direction. Their bark so pasty and soft, and their leaves barely rustled in the breeze, as the apple looked closer he noticed that some of the trees would get their tiny branches tangled together, seemingly on purpose, it didn't look like any effort was being put into separating.
    A little ways in front of the apple was another tree with something attached to it's trunk and ran up along it's branch, the tree was pointing the something at the ground and blowing leaves around.
"That must be where wind comes from!" The apple deduced.
As he rolled past the tree and the machine he tried to yell over the noise
"HELLO!?" he asked into the whirring roar coming from the wind-maker.
The only response was a huge burst of wind that pushed the apple faster, but for a moment or two he was amid the leaves.
"How did.." the leaves were talking to the apple but the wind-maker was drowning them out, "here?" the leaves asked.
"What??" The apple returned.
"More questions! Do ... ev ... stop asking ... " The leaves choppy reply barely cut through the wind-maker's racket.
"Where am I?" The apple continued with his interrogation.
"Here"
"How do these trees move around?"
"Th... aren't trees"
"Then what are they?"
"Somethi... else"
The apple was getting frustrated but continued to ask his questions, "Do you know where I'm supposed to go?"
"No" shortly replied the leaves.
"Well why am I here?"
"Only y... can ..swer that." The leaves muttered as they began to float away from the apple.
"No! Stay here I have so much more to ask!"
"Just rememb... are..." the leaves trailed off again leaving the apple behind to roll through the town, faster thanks to the something-else and its wind-maker.

As the apple observed the something-elses he noticed the difference between the tangled and the free.
The look in the tangled eyes seemed to have more sheen to them.
"That is what I will look for, someone to tangle me up and stop all this rolling."
But by the time the apple had made this decision he had rolled to the edge of the town.

Roe Lynn Hill installment number 1

Once upon a space, in a land of pillow-top mountains, and gum drop rain clouds there was a tree on top of a really tall hill. Tourists often acknowledge it as a mountain, but the locals just let them leave with their misconceptions in their photograph devices.
Anywho, within this tree that was on top of the hill, there was an apple that was listening to the orange and wrinkled leaves tell him how he was soon to be ripe.
"If I'm going to be ripe, then who am I right now?" inquired the apple.
"It's not about who you are, as soon as you are ripe you are going to fall down like your ancestors and mine alike," whispered the leaves in the breeze.
"But I don't want to fall, I like it up here, how do I stop myself from becoming ripe?" questioned the apple.
"Always with the questions, just let the wind flow, it knows where to go," the leaves softly said.
"How do you know the wind knows? What if it's asking the same questions I am?" asked the apple.
"You think too much, there is nothing you can do to prevent the coming present..." the leaves trailed off as they spoke because a burst of wind blew them off into the apple's horizon.
"But I have so many more questions!" The apple exclaimed as it leaned forward trying to reach for the wind.
When from below he heard an old voice struggle to yell, "Stop all that moving or you will fall like the rest of us."
At this the apple looked down to see the graveyard of apples strewn across the ground.
"What the?!" the apple began to squirm trying to look away from all of the death.
"Didn't you hear me kid? Stop moving so.." As the old apple was speaking a gust of wind blew through the tree and knocked the apple off.
"NOOOO, NOO NO, I want back on the tree, I'm not ready, this isn't fair!" the apple pleaded to the wind as he plunged towards Brokenrottenvilletonlandfield.
Just as the apple was moments from certain death a second burst of breeze cushioned his fall and pushed him to the edge of the tall hill.
"Someone made it!" The old apple yelled as half the population of Brokenrottenvilletonlandfield cheered halfheartedly, or maybe wholeheartedly, they just have half a heart left.
"What do you mean?" the apple asked as he was teetering on the edge.
"The leaves were right you ask too many questions," the old apple struggled to say.
"You have a chance to spread our seed elsewhere son, now go and enjoy the ride."

The apple barely heard the end of his sentence as he began falling backwards.
"Oh no not again, goodbye tree, goodbye old dirty apple," the apple wasn't as dramatic through this fall, he had already accepted an end so this time it wasn't as scary. Though he kept his eyes closed the whole time he was falling so he didn't notice that he had been rolling down the hill for most of the "fall".
As the apple reached the bottom of the hill you noticed a town not too far from the base of the hill. He thought it would be a nice place to hang out for a while. But he was rolling too quickly and he zoomed through the town nearly unnoticed.
His speed may have ruined his chances with the first town, but luckily for him after a night spent rolling on the road that bounced along the beach as if the builders were playing with the tide like a child runs from waves, the next town wasn't too far away .