TheGolden9ine presents
Tales from the Loka’s
A collection of short stories
{ Loka }
// from the Sanskrit word for “world”, “realm” or “dimension”; referring to different planes of existence within the Universe.
It was late at night when I took my place upon the hill overlooking the city. I sat up beneath the Great Tree of Life rooted like the number nine. The moon was my candlelight, clothed in the cool of night, breathing in its stillness while recording the messages telegraphed in my heartbeat. Art, one of the most honest forms of storytelling, has brought me a wealth of knowledge given by the stories which they tell. I would like to share them with you here. It was late at night when I took my place upon the hill overlooking the city. I sat up beneath the Great Tree of Life rooted like the number nine.
Contents
Juice of the Cosmos
Three Magic Words
It was late at night when I took my place upon the hill overlooking the city. I sat up beneath the Great Tree of Life rooted like the number nine. The moon was my candlelight, clothed in the cool of night, breathing in its stillness while recording the messages telegraphed in my heartbeat.
Afterword
Art, one of the most honest forms of storytelling, has brought me a wealth of knowledge given by the stories which they tell. I would like to share them with you here.
- TheGolden9ine.
