3/15/22 The Hidden Story

The Hidden Story

Folded in the wood of a large oak tree, a hidden story lies. The tale was written by one man and as soon as he finished, he hid it in the tree, never to be found.

 In the hidden story is a tale beyond belief, too hard for the mind to even imagine. The complexity and care put into the story would bewilder any person. They might spend their whole life reading it over and over again, slowly going insane trying to understand. 

The poetic words paint such a picture, but one only the author could see. He tried his best to communicate the visions of his mind into written word, but it was too much. Other people would not be ready to read such a story. Trying to read it would inevitably melt their brains.

The author, and only the author, knows which tree the book is hidden in. When he passes, he will entrust the location to someone close to him. Someone he can trust to never read the book, but to also not lose it. 

The temptation would be great to overcome so the author must choose wisely. Knowing the author was gone and having the freedom to know what was so important about the story, would almost be harder to handle than the book itself. The urge to go straight to the tree and dig the story out would be strong, and it would take a strong person to overcome it.

Thankfully in his final hours he made the right choice. Me. I’m sorry to have sparked your curiosity like so but I needed to get this off my chest. Talking about it makes the desire to read the story go away. It is like I am passing my burden on to someone else and thus lightening it. So thank you for listening, and in doing so, helping me keep the strength to honor my grandfather's last wish.


The End

3/15/22

(Authors Note: This is purely fiction and I am not holding onto any secret whereabouts of my grandfather's non-existent storybook.)

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