Gupta_An Unexpected Long-lasting Love_Mr. Skinny Legs_The old Sycamore Tree
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Gupta
“All is one and one is all…breathe in, breathe out.”Gupta sat cross-legged on the boulder, his hands—palms up—resting in his lap, and he thought. At least, that is what he appeared to be doing, with his eyes closed. It was a very large, smooth boulder that he sat on, and Gupta looked like any ordinary boy about ten years old. However, he was not an ordinary boy, and a great sense of peace seemed to emanate from him. I don’t know how else to describe it.My role was merely to record my observations and everything he said in this little black book that one of his disciples gave me. It had a genui...
An Unexpected Long-lasting Love
Nights like these are what I live for now. Ever since I got out of the mercenary business I have been seeking reprieve. Here I found it, in the sounds of the sea. The smell of the saltwater is a dream and the sound of the ocean winds are a calming blanket to my tired ears. I sit here on occasion to escape the thoughts of yesterday. "Whoa, what is that?" I exclaim to myself. I'm usually here alone at this time of night. My vision was blurred and foggy, the moon the only light upon the horizon. I had to walk closer to the figure I saw emerge from the water. Luna illuminated the outline of a bod...
Mr. Skinny Legs
I got up early this morning – first mistake. Should’ve stayed asleep. Should’ve just let the notification delivery wake me. Then I wouldn’t have sat in the chair and stared out the window. Like a dog waiting for its owner.Kept looking over at the herd. They stared back at me, their marble eyes haunting me. They knew they’d be getting a brother soon. Must have been excited. Must have known the new one wouldn’t be any different, wouldn’t be like the old one. Wouldn’t be like Mr. Skinny Legs.A van drove by and I thought it was the post www.onedoor.ccoffice. I lost my temper again and smashed the remote agains...
The old Sycamore Tree
Chapter 1 The beginning of the end She had made a poor job of hiding the damage. What would father say? He had planted the sycamore about 3 months ago. It was only up to her hip. It was still a sapling. It would take about 3 more months to get to this height again. Why had she been so careless? She had been running around with the old family dog and ran straight into the sapling trampling it over. What was she to do? If father was to find out she was surely going to get punished. Since there is no tree, I guess they can’t use the switch on me this time she thought to herself trying to make li...