karma

Karma.

When I die, my body will eventually, become part of the earth. Given enough time, my corpse may be the roots for a tree. Birds will be on my branches, squirrels will play at my base. Or maybe just a commercial store will be built over the cemetery I lie in.

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This would be easier if I didn’t give a f*ck ;)

But the world is all related. It all connects. If I say hello to a squirrel today, in a playful happy mood, even if the squirrel may not understand what I said to him, other people seen me say hello to the squirrel. The birds heard me say hello. The grass and plants and trees heard me say hello to the squirrel, even if they don’t understand what I said, does NOT mean they didn’t hear it! This is the hard part to explain, but that’s part of Karma! Kind of like “what goes around, comes around”

--this is sort of a work in progress, meaning i will probably edit this!

[added by nicholas wilde on his 33rd birhday i might add :) hi me! .. umm. april 11th, 2013 at 10:51pm central standard time:]
i'm going to work on thnis, i'm really going to work on this... bu ti just cant decide what to make them
do... umm.. ... i want my story to prove a point, i want it to have value.. anyways,.. *Still working finishing this for those stalkers out there ;]

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this is only the very beginning of a short story i'm writing. i'd write more, but i want to allow myself
to sleep, and unless i post something, no matter how small, i wont be able to sleep. :)



Untitled short story by Nicholas P. Wilde

© 2013 Nicholas P. Wilde

I awoke from my passenger side nap-time to that familiar sound of loose gravel under car tires. You know the sound; it’s the one you heard on your own family vacations as a child when your dad would pull into a gas station or rest area for a break from the road. Though, this was not a family vacation.

The sun was just out of view over the horizon lighting up the area enough to see in a light blue’ish tint as night was turning into morning and we pulled into the old houses driveway.

Since we were at our destination after days of driving I felt I should say something to my partner, but me nor him were in the mood to talk. It’s not like today was going to be one of the finer points of either of our lives and we both knew it.

Ron, that’s his name by the way. Ron is my partner. I guess I would call him my friend, but whenever we get together, it seems more business than pleasure.

“I’m gonna head inside and get some rest, I’m exhausted” – he said as we parked the car

I didn’t blame him. I skipped my last turn at driving deciding to get high instead. Ron said he didn’t mind driving the extra shift, but I guess it would have been polite of me to at least have opened the window a little while holding* an open plastic bag of paint spewing out fumes.

[added by nick:]
i am going to work on this story, i really am, but just not now. too much is going on in my life right *now* :)
-Nick
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[added by me, nick, 7.19.2013 1:52am:]
i dont know if i will ever finish this story. i really did want to, but i dont know anymore.
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just a song i like

kind of important, but not really. kind of for lazy people haha!

hehe. i like the title i made for this post! anyways, i'm messing around with a wordpress blog located at my domain http://craqhouze.org/ ... like most things i do, it could be here today and gone tomorrow, but i could be really freaking cool on that odd tuesday when nobody else is looking too! so be sure to check it out =)

-Nick