Doc Tok Missouri

By HADASHAH

In the serene village of Willowbrook, "DocTok Missouri" unfolds a heartfelt story of an unexpected bond between young Tom and the enigmatic DocTok. Through their conversations, Tom discovers life-altering lessons that shape his path and influence those around him. This tale of growth, connection, and shared wisdom reminds us of the timeless impact of friendship and knowledge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: FARASHA STANCE
• Release date: Sep 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215273326

Book preview

Dedication

To my mother, you are a light that always shines bright.

Doc Tok Missouri

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Epilogue

Prologue

In the quiet village of Willowbrook, nestled near the edge of a serene forest, a gentle breeze carried with it the promise of change. It whispered secrets to the river that flowed through the heart of the village as if foretelling the tales that were yet to unfold.

Amidst the rustling leaves and the soft murmur of the stream, an old bungalow stood, overlooking the tranquil waters. Within its walls resided an enigmatic figure known as Doc Tok Missouri. The villagers spoke of him in hushed tones, a man who had lived a life woven with threads of mystery and wisdom.

This is the story of a young boy named Tom, whose path intersects with Doc Tok's, setting into motion a journey of friendship, growth, and the transformative power of shared lessons. As the river continued to flow and the bungalow stood as a silent witness, the pages of their story were about to be turned, one chapter at a time.

Chapter 1

In a village called Willowbrook, where the tall trees whispered secrets to the wind, lived a boy named Tom. Tom's family had moved there not long ago, leaving the noisy city behind. Tom loved adventure, and Willowbrook held the promise of new discoveries.

One sunny morning, Tom hopped on his bike, his heart racing with excitement. He pedaled down the path, the scent of wildflowers guiding him. As he reached the edge of the forest, he saw the shimmering river that curved through the land. There, near the water's edge, was a little bungalow with a man sitting outside.

The man was old, his silver hair glistening in the sunlight. He sat on a collapsible chair, strumming a guitar softly. A fishing line dangled in the water beside him. Tom's curiosity sparked like a firefly. He'd heard whispers about the old man – they said he was as old as the hills and had stories etched in his eyes.

As Tom cycled