A Birch Grows Tall

By Seba Rigoni

That this may be a warning to whoever cares. Don't look any further, you can't go back and you have to make do with what you'll find. Trust me, read these words at least, first. Then you may wish to decide. But, don't forget, I warned you.
I just hope I can end this before it's too late. So you'll have to excuse me if I lack order or even sense in the coming pages. However, this must be done once and for all. No turning back, now. I have to write this down, it may one day be very important that someone, you, reads these pages.
This is not a confession but it may very well be my testament and last words. If I seem a bit ominous, it is not my intention to scare the reader. I am merely writing the words that must be read, any reaction to them will not be my intent.
You may be starting to wonder if there's going to be a point to it all, I'll let you be the judge of this, and if you dare, of my self too.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Seba Rigoni
• Release date: Mar 31, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005284541

Seba Rigoni

So, my name is Sébastien Olivier Rigoni, but everyone calls me Seba. I was born in August 1985 and I have always lived since in Switzerland, in the beautiful and sunny Ticino (Well, actually I stayed for almost a year in Scotland where I had the privilege to meet some very interesting people)....I'm pretty sure I had a job once, but now I just live day by the day doing whatever gets me a piece of bread or a free beer. Actually, some of my past titles include: technical support agent, mobile designer and developer, web designer and developer, firefighter, swiss army sergeant (I mean it!), ...Alura, il mio nome per intero é Sébastien Olivier Rigoni, ma tutti mi chiamano Seba. Sono nato nel mese di Agosto 1985, e da allora ho sempre vissuto in Svizzero, nel Ticino (Beh, a dire il vero ho anche abitato in Scozia per un periodo)....sono piuttosto certo di aver avuto un lavoro nel passato, ma ora vivo giorno per giorno facendo quanto mi permette di raccogliere un po' di pane o guadagnarmi un birra gratis. Di fatto, negli anni sono stato: agente di supporto tecnico informatico, sviluppatore web, sviluppatore mobile, pompiere, sergente delle truppe di salvataggio, ...

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A Birch Grows Tall

A Birch Grows Tall

Published by Sebastien Rigoni at Smashwords

Copyright 2021 Sebastien Rigoni

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Index

I. Prologue

II. The unexpected was not expected

III. A Birch Grows Tall

IV. The stakes were piling up high

V. Where it all begins

I. Prologue

That this may be a warning to whoever cares. Don't look any further, you can't go back and you have to make do with what you'll find. Trust me, read these words at least, first. Then you may wish to decide. But, don't forget, I warned you.

I just hope I can end this before it's too late. So you'll have to excuse me if I lack order or even sense in the coming pages. However, this must be done once and for all. No turning back, now. I have to write this down, it may one day be very important that someone, you, reads these pages.

This is not a confession but it may very well be my testament and last words. If I seem a bit ominous, it is not my intention to scare the reader. I am merely writing the words that must be read, any reaction to them will not be my intent.

You may be starting to wonder if there's going to be a point to it all, I'll let you be the judge of this, and if you dare, of my self too.

II. The unexpected was not expected

The stone. The stone is the key. It's the stone that started it all. If only I didn't look at my feet that one step. That stone, I'd never had found it. I didn't know, I thought it was just like the other rocks. Just a piece of rock. But, I knew it, so I picked it up. I picked up that stone, you see, I did it. I am sure of it as I am sure that I am writing on this sheet of paper. I took that stone and I put it into my pocket. I did it, I took it.

I had to leave her she would have dragged me through the seven hell and I would have let her, but I couldn't anymore. I could not lie to her anymore. I thought I could, but it was wrong. There was something different. I used to just enjoy her, without much of a care or regret. But the stone, it wouldn't let me. I left her.

I knew there were birds, I mean other birds. You see I was looking for it so it wasn't really a question of choice rather of luck or lack of it, if you wish. You be the judge. I was trying to find one of their nests. I was curious about the color of the eggs. I wasn't minding about much else so I didn't notice it at first. It was just on the top of my skin, like a soft sensation creeping along my arms and legs, and rushing down through the spine.

I don't have a choice, but before anything, it is important that I finish this. Don't worry, now, just keep reading. It all started with that little stone and I had no clue whatsoever. When I picked it up, I mean, the unexpected was not expected.

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The stone is just a little lump of