The Coconut Tree

you want the truth, you cant handle the truth.
i'm pretty unimpressed with this story (wrote it a few years back) and my feelings won't be hurt if you don't either.
:P

 

Once upon a time, in the middle of a great blue sea

There was a little island, all alone

And upon this little island sat an old coconut tree

And beneath this coconut tree, there was a little wooden door

Nestled in the sand

And beneath this door, down rickety old stairs,

At the heart of the little island in the great blue sea

There was a very old man who knew many things

 

He read old books with his old eyes

An even older paper clutched in his withered hand

That held the answer to all and all that would ever be and all that ever was

But the old man was tired

This riddle he could not solve

No matter how many books he read by himself

Down, down in the heart of the little island

 

So one day the weak old man crawled from his hole

And pulled himself with thin arms towards his coconut tree

Through the blinding sun and the scorching sands

Of his little island

In the middle of a great blue sea

And asked his coconut tree

The answer to a riddle that held the answer to all and all that would be

And all that ever was

 

"O coconut tree," asked the old man, with his last breaths,

"What is the answer to the riddle of all this is and all that will ever be

And all that ever was?"

 

The old coconut tree, which was older than the old man

And the little island

And even the great blue sea

Swayed its ancient trunk towards the old man

And dropped a single coconut into the sand below

Before where the old man lay

 

"Weary old man," said the coconut tree,

"Inside my last fruit lies the answer to all there is

And all there will ever be

And all there ever was."

 

The old man pulled the old coconut towards himself

With an aged, frail arm

And tore at it with all the strength left inside him

With all of his limbs

Until they were all broken and bloodied

 

And the old lay into the sand, defeated,

And died upon his island

With the answer to all

Resting unopened beside him.

 

The End

3 comments about this story Feed