Some Day
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. In the sanctuary of art, where she practised her craft. She saw him one day out of curiosity, talking to her friends. He was wearing a white jumpsuit with strings coming out and red dots as big as the box. He walked over to her and asked her if she would like to exchange past experiences and create new ones over time. She seemed a little apprehensive but finally relelnted. She left him with a feeling, so that he could identify her while running through his imagination. They spent many evenings travelling through towns and cities and landscapes and the moons and solar systems and universes searching for themselves. White beaches with clear water is where they found love, hidden in the reflections of the stars and the moon. Fire burnt through their very hearts, making their desire illuminate the darkest of hours. They filled eachother with a warmth that melted marbles. They lived in an abandoned house, which now they had made their home. They grew their own herbs and vegetables. She was quite the inventor. She was good at most things but she never let it show. He was good at being in love with her and that was all that mattered then.
A mystic entered their feild one day and set up camp. He was taken in by the beauty of the gardens and feilds of which every blade of grass glistened with the love that was shared. He approached the mystic about his business in their land. The mystic though humble in his reply, aked for some food. The man, was reluctant at first, invited the mystic into their home. The wife had gone out of town for some supplies and the only food they had was left over food from the day before. The mystic threw a fit at hearing this and demanded his right for some fresh food. The man only ever had made tea once, so he got down to business and started to prepare a feast for the mystic. "How hard could it be" he said to himself, she does it all the time. After about for 3 hours, the mystic stormed into the kicthen to see the man half conscious in the corner with the food burning. The only thing left unburnt was some tea and an omlette. The mystic had not eaten food for over 174 years, so he dug in. Being hungry for so long can alter your judgement quite a bit. The mystic said it was the best omlette he had ever eaten. He finished the whole thing in seconds and asked for more. The man went into the kitchen and tried his hand at the omlettel again and again the mystic enjoyed it. This continued for about 37 times till the mystic was finally full. The mystic looked completely different now. His eyes were shining with joy. He asked the man for one last cup of tea.
The wife came back from her travels and asked about the mess the in kitchen. He told her the story of the mystic and how he was hungry for so many years. She thought him for a fool and yelled at him for the mess he had made. "How can you be stupid?" she said. "What if he had robbed us or alerted the authorities?, you trust people way too easily." He looked at her for a while and how she was right about most things. She looked so good even when she was angry at him. So he apologised and started cleaning the kitchen. How could he have been so stupid?. "A Wishing Tree, what nonsense" he mumbled to himself.
"This my friend is your gift to you" said the msytic in a stern voice. He took out a box from his bag and kept it on the table. The man opened the box, in it was a seed. "What is it?" he said. "A fine specimen" said the msytic now in good mood again. "I found it deep inside a cave in Mt. Doom Metal". A seed from millions of miles into darkness, where darkness ceases to exist and keeps on eating itself. It was cast there by our ancestors to keep its identity hidden because of its great value in this time period. "Its a tree that grants wishes you see."
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. In the sanctuary of art, where she practised her craft. She saw him one day out of curiosity, talking to her friends. He was wearing a white jumpsuit with strings coming out and red dots as big as the box. He walked over to her and asked her if she would like to exchange past experiences and create new ones over time. She seemed a little apprehensive but finally relelnted. She left him with a feeling, so that he could identify her while running through his imagination. They spent many evenings travelling through towns and cities and landscapes and the moons and solar systems and universes searching for themselves. White beaches with clear water is where they found love, hidden in the reflections of the stars and the moon. Fire burnt through their very hearts, making their desire illuminate the darkest of hours. They filled eachother with a warmth that melted marbles. They lived in an abandoned house, which now they had made their home. They grew their own herbs and vegetables. She was quite the inventor. She was good at most things but she never let it show. He was good at being in love with her and that was all that mattered then.
A mystic entered their feild one day and set up camp. He was taken in by the beauty of the gardens and feilds of which every blade of grass glistened with the love that was shared. He approached the mystic about his business in their land. The mystic though humble in his reply, aked for some food. The man, was reluctant at first, invited the mystic into their home. The wife had gone out of town for some supplies and the only food they had was left over food from the day before. The mystic threw a fit at hearing this and demanded his right for some fresh food. The man only ever had made tea once, so he got down to business and started to prepare a feast for the mystic. "How hard could it be" he said to himself, she does it all the time. After about for 3 hours, the mystic stormed into the kicthen to see the man half conscious in the corner with the food burning. The only thing left unburnt was some tea and an omlette. The mystic had not eaten food for over 174 years, so he dug in. Being hungry for so long can alter your judgement quite a bit. The mystic said it was the best omlette he had ever eaten. He finished the whole thing in seconds and asked for more. The man went into the kitchen and tried his hand at the omlettel again and again the mystic enjoyed it. This continued for about 37 times till the mystic was finally full. The mystic looked completely different now. His eyes were shining with joy. He asked the man for one last cup of tea.
The wife came back from her travels and asked about the mess the in kitchen. He told her the story of the mystic and how he was hungry for so many years. She thought him for a fool and yelled at him for the mess he had made. "How can you be stupid?" she said. "What if he had robbed us or alerted the authorities?, you trust people way too easily." He looked at her for a while and how she was right about most things. She looked so good even when she was angry at him. So he apologised and started cleaning the kitchen. How could he have been so stupid?. "A Wishing Tree, what nonsense" he mumbled to himself.
"This my friend is your gift to you" said the msytic in a stern voice. He took out a box from his bag and kept it on the table. The man opened the box, in it was a seed. "What is it?" he said. "A fine specimen" said the msytic now in good mood again. "I found it deep inside a cave in Mt. Doom Metal". A seed from millions of miles into darkness, where darkness ceases to exist and keeps on eating itself. It was cast there by our ancestors to keep its identity hidden because of its great value in this time period. "Its a tree that grants wishes you see."
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