One day, a candle was sitting and meditating. He is meditating because he is a candle of a Buddha. He is peaceful and quiet, and when he is burned he smells like cinnamon. So does his friend. He is a piece of pink chalk. Until one day he is just a pool of wax, and the people who bought him just bought another. And the second Buddha is peaceful and quiet, and when he is burned he smells like cinnamon. This goes on for years, until the people who bought all those candles decide to change it up. They buy another Buddha candle, but it smells like pine needles. And the three hundred forty seventh Buddha is peaceful and quiet, and when he is burned he smells like pine needles.
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RandomThese stories are pretty weird. Not scary, just weird. Involving magical potatoes, smelly chalk, AND SO MUCH MORE. You don't have to read it, but I think you might like it.
