A Good Life

  Andy and Sam were best friends who lived in a quaint mountain town called Rivervale. This used to be a small village beside a river until a dam was built in the mountains. After the dam, the village gained importance and transformed into a town. The town, though, was precariously placed in a triangular valley formed by high rising mountains with only one entry and exit road. Behind them was the mighty dam and on two sides were giant mountains with impenetrable forests. “Let’s do something adventurous,” suggested Sam one day when he was sitting at the local bar with Andy. “Like what?” “How about trying to find a way out of the valley through the forest?” “You know it’s forbidden to climb that mountain!” Cautioned Andy. “Oh come on, don’t tell me you believe that myth!” “I don’t believe in myths, but I do believe there’s always a reason why stories exist. Do you know the reason?” Asked Andy. “Well, yes,” said Sam. “The forest is impenetrable, they say. In the past, people h...

  Early one evening Jack returned from school to see his dad, Andrew, moor the boat. He ran towards his dad. “Hey, dad!” “Hello, Jack. You’re back early?” “Yes, can you take me out to sea?” “I just tied her up buddy.” “Please, dad. I really want to sail with you, please.” “You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?” Jack grinned. “Come on, in the boat,” instructed Andrew. “Yahoo!” Yelled Jack and jumped in. Andrew smiled, untied the boat and got in. He fired up the engine and they were on their way. They sailed into the sea for about half an hour. The sun had started to set and looked like a big orange ball in the evening sky. Jack sat near the bow staring at the setting sun, listening to the gentle waves splashing against the sides of the boat. Andrew turned off the engine and joined Jack. “Pretty sight, isn’t it Jack?” “Sure is, dad,” replied Jack. “I love the ocean.” “I’m sure you do; it runs in the family. Your grandpa was a sailor and so am I.” “I want ...

  On a beautiful spring morning, he slowly started to unfurl. He was startled the moment he looked down. “That’s a long way off the ground,” he said. “Don’t worry, Tiny,” said an older leaf. “You are exactly where you are supposed to be.” Though he was called Tiny because he was just a small leaf, it was a name that stuck with him. He looked around and found himself in a sea of green emerging from a brown bed. “Hi there,” said another little leaf. “Who are you?” Asked Tiny. “They call me Emerald, I guess it’s my colour.” “They call me Tiny,” he said, she giggled. A new friendship blossomed in spring time. “Hey, you two,” called an older leaf. “You guys are looking in the wrong direction. Turn around and face the sun. That’s how we do our job” Slowly, Emerald and Tiny turned around to face the sun. They were mesmerised by the blue sky and fluffy white clouds. The mornings were fresh and the evenings pleasant. The leaves grew bigger by the day in these favourable condition...