Based on a true story The dots and commas are invisible 
A meaningless story? -  Only You will know but thank you in advance 

 




A storyteller remains a storyteller



I’ve bought a stone from a quiet giant and to him the stone seemed so big and heavy he felt so weary or perhaps it was me that felt sooo weary weary of delays  anyway

 

I found him though, he was where he felt the need to be and he gave me the chance to choose I picked that stone (prehnite/calcite) a stone shaped like a seashell like the horn-shaped seashell that you hold to your ear and hear that one sea wave repeating itself what am I if not that wave and he placed the stone in my palms but but but the stone was so small Unbelievable how can something so precious be so small why do I feel so big?

Why can’t I meet the stone be one with it feel its humble beauty and I observed it tried to slow down "forgot the stone" did other things and after I did(slow down)and after I did that I looked at the stone smiled brought it closer to me held it in my palm observed it so beautiful such a beautiful stone it is a part of me now and that was it that’s the end of this story



 





Short story by night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-04-05 at 21:34

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Though no line breaks, the poetry in this piece sings. I like the stream-of-consciousness tone and the unexpected repetitions of words (like the 3 but's). Your prose also illustrates, as Jim points out, that if a sentence is constructed masterfully, the reader just KNOWS where the pauses and end-stops are.

Good work. Enjoyed it a lot.

William
2012-04-07


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Storrys told sinse the humanides first began. Stooys were told writan down. Agents & publishures son apeard. To explyt the new medeam. ;)
Ken ( ; = ) )
2012-04-07



Old Latin was written without dots and commas, who needs em?

And perhaps it is not the end of the story, but a pause as the three of you—the giant, the stone, and yourself—found each other, who knows how and where it will end. Perhaps the stone will find its way to a David with an empty sling.

A storyteller does remain a storyteller.
2012-04-05