The Pole

By Jim Athanas

In a forest far, far away, a giant named Tobeon was born with a pole piercing his neck. But this isn't just any ordinary pole - it's a symbol of the burden every human being carries in life. Through the eyes of the giant, readers will explore the positives and negatives of living with such a unique condition.

 

As Tobeon navigates his life with this heavy restriction, he shares incredible stories that revolve around the pole. The symbolism is clear: we all have something that holds us back, whether it be poverty, disabilities, or other obstacles. But despite these challenges, we all strive for the same thing - happiness.

This thought-provoking short story encourages readers to question their own burdens and the compromises they make in life. It reminds us that true change comes from within, and that the biggest revolution one can make is within themselves.

 

Awarded at the Magic Pen Writing Contest in Greek and translated into English by the author, "The Pole" is a must-read for anyone looking to explore the deeper meaning behind the human experience. Dive into this allegory and discover the secrets to unlocking your own potential for happiness and fulfillment.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jim Athanas
• Release date: Jan 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223051282

Jim Athanas

I'm a neurophysiotherapist and I work in my own private practice in Greece after doing my MSc at Keele University, UK. My passions are: writing and playing songs on my piano/guitar/ukulele, reading books and watching documentaries/TV Series. I have published the series: ''The Crown of Palrad'' as well as the short stories "The pole" and "Talking to the bush". You can find me at @JimAthanas on youtube and you can, also, check my blog https://jimathanas.blogspot.com/ for more info on new releases!!!

Book preview

May the mountains, the trees, the clouds, the water, the air, the foliage, the moist soil, the immaterial watery face of the atmosphere that nourishes and germinates the Earth, hearken my plea. My name is Tobeon, I am a giant and, for as long as I can remember, I live with a huge pole stuck in my neck.

This pole is elongated and made of concrete. It thrusts into me, penetrating my neck from one side and exiting from the other. Its hard body pierces me in a sagittal direction, whether from right to left or left to right, whichever you prefer.

This pole seems to grow larger as I age. It's as if I'm feeding it, or perhaps it's drawing energy from me to fuel its growth. Perhaps someone or something is providing it with what it needs to flourish while I'm sound asleep. I'm exhausted from carrying this pole with me wherever I go, and I yearn for an alternative.