”whats goes on inside”
He sits there, in the same spot he has been sitting for the past three days. Not a single movement comes from him, not even a twitch. The mid-day sunlight bares down on him, but an umbrella made with cloth shields the monk from the rays. The monk sits motionless and silent like a statue. The only sound comes from the nature that surrounds him. The birds chirp loudly above as the stream flows with its soothing sound. The monk seems completely oblivious to his surroundings. He begins to hum from his throat as the look of concentration intensifies on his face.
Suddenly, the monk starts to imagine terrible things. In his mind, a demon appears in front of him. The demon is twice his size and looks like a big man with the lower body of a horse. Scars cover its body and horns grow out of its head. Fear begins to fill the monk. For a brief moment the monk thinks of retiring from his meditative state but stands his ground. The way the monk looks meditating betrays what is actually going on in his mind.
In the monks mind, the demon charges towards him. He stand’s his ground and recites holy verses as the fear leaves his mind and the demon disappears. The look of deep concentration changes backs to the peaceful, serene look on the monks face. Happy that after three days of meditation he was able to conquer his inner demon which was the whole purpose of meditating without food and water non-stop, yet the monk does not awaken from his meditation. He goes on sitting there as if waiting for something else to enter his mind.
Hours go by as the monk keeps his mind blank, meditating on his inner being before his body makes a sudden slight jerk. The blankness of his mind starts to fill with a light bluish colour. He never felt more at peace with himself. Slowly, he opens his eyes and stops his meditation, ready to rejoin the world.
Thoughts of his teenage years start to flood his mind. He remembers the time he went jail for murder at the tender of age of 18. He remembers the anger that filled his head back then as he stabs a neighborhood gangster. A tear slides down from his left eye as pictures of his past begin to disappear. A light blue light fills his mind and a smile of pure content forms on his face. He opens his eyes, ready to cease his meditative state and rejoin the world.
Nice closure….monks are hardcore!
Noooooo Kane.. Kane gets it wrong. Your story is good until that tacked on ending, which is overly simple and panders to your audience (If panders is a new word, I want you to look it up, so that you’ll never do it again.)