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Nice place to rest

Grandma Jeanne found the strange eyed rock while strolling a forgotten path high up in the mountains. She tried to communicate numerous times with it while she carried it back to her home, but the rock never responded to her attempts, only gazing intensely at her and blinking occasionally. Once she got back to her garden, she put it right by the stairs, so she could sip her morning coffee with it, gazing at each other.

My grandma Jeanne passed away years ago, and now I’m in charge of the cottage. I tried my best to keep the garden clean and flourishing. At first I was surprised and an bit scared by the rock. Like Grandma, I tried and tried to talk with it. Now I’m just sipping my morning tea with it, like my grandma. We keep looking at each other and that’s fine. Quite relaxing in fact. I just wish it could talk about grandma. I miss her so much.

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Mémé Jeanne a ramassé ce caillou bizarre lors d’une de ses virées en haute montagne. En le ramenant chez elle, elle essaya de communiquer avec, en vain. Le rocher se contenta de la regarder intensément avec ses grands yeux candide, clignant occasionnellement. Une fois rentrée, elle le posa à coté des escaliers du jardin, comme ça elle pouvait le regarder à loisir en prenant son café du matin.

Mémé Jeanne s’en est allée il y a de cela quelques années maintenant. C’est moi qui m’occupe de la maison désormais, et j’essaye de m’occuper du jardin du mieux que je peux. Au début, le rocher m’a vraiment surprise, et comme mémé avant moi j’ai essayé de communiquer avec à de nombreuses reprises… en vain. Je prends mon thé matinal en sa compagnie maintenant. C’est relaxant. On se zieute tels des chiens de faïence, et je me laisse aller à souhaiter qu’il puisse parler de mémé. Elle me manque tellement.

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6

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Returning Home

– Sarg’, permission to talk freely?
– Yes, son
– Why the f*** are we carrying a eyed rock to the gate?
– Don’t ask, Don’t tell. The white coat said so, son. So take that… eyed thing, go up there, and put it in the blue thing.
– Aye sarg’  

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

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Returning Home

– Sarg’, permission to talk freely?
– Yes, son
– Why the f*** are we carrying a eyed rock to the gate?
– Don’t ask, Don’t tell. The white coat said so, son. So take that… eyed thing, go up there, and put it in the blue thing.
– Aye sarg’  

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

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Examination

Dr Bretzelovich was baffled. So was Dr Acharya and Dr Levinov and all the others.
The army has contacted each of them individually, telling they manage to extract a sentient being from another dimension.
The opportunity of a life time!
 
They
didn’t knew what to expect, but certainly not that. They tried every
method of communication, they peeked, probed, measured and scanned for a
while without finding a clue.

Dr Acharya let his clipboard fall to the ground.

– “This is no use. I want…I just want to give it a hug.”

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

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The stray cat and the sentient rock – 2

The cat came back, thirsty.
He sniffed for a while the rock, cautious, jumping away a few times when it blinked again. The rock keep gazing intensely at him, following every movement, trying to guess where and when this furry visitor will return in its field of vision.

After many circling around, the cat decided it was no threat. And took a nap on top of it.
The afternoon was warm, only grazed by a gentle breeze. A gentle purr could be heard through the woods, echoing with the sporadic buzzing of the mountains bees.

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook.

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Sentient rocks

There was once a magician and a druid, crossing the mountains of Everwhite.
They carried with them some fine kegs of dwarven ale, of which they drank profusely. Utterly and completely drunk, they started showing off each other their magic prowess. Stuttered arcane spells and misnamed Mother Nature’s cantrips mixed together nicely, and thus the Sentients Rocks were created. Once sober, ashamed of what they did, the two magic users left the place and never returned.

The rocks just stood there, quite confused. They rarely if ever talks, looking at you with candid eyes.

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook