Post by Source on Nov 3, 2016 21:37:43 GMT
This is a story I wrote years ago, based a tiny bit on one a fragment of a fairy tale out of Grimm's Fairytales... it still is a bit raw -
So,....there was a land, a land of such impossible beauty that it's secret was whispered at every crossroad, and it was passed from one person to another; one hand clasped another hand, so this lore grew and grew and one day, after an old man told the tale to a little bird,
The bird found a brown haired girl resting in a wide field of grass and landed on her shoulder, The bird, holding onto the story like a secret ...finally to tell the tale that it had been told so long ago.
"Little girl, I have an impossible story to tell you" the little bird whispered in the girls ear. And she cocked her head and sat laid her head against the grass and listened to the story and let her eyes wander about the sky (not even bothering to think that it might be strange for a bird to tell her a story of course).
"Once, long ago, in a land so very far from this spot, stood a tall castle. The castle was surrounded by a terrible moat, which was filled with a host of horrible monsters." She saw great sandstone walls, lapped by dark and oily waters – eyes glowed red and green and did not turn away from her.
"Deep inside the castle a great spider wove an intricate and most wicked web around every occupant of the great stone house." As the bird talked clouds sailed in circles across the sky in order to hear the little bird’s tale.
"Strands of the great spider's web stretched all the way from one end of the castle to the other , and connected every single thing in the castle to everything else."
"I don't understand" The girl said to the bird, looking at him closely for the first time.
The bird looked back at her. “Think of it…think of it like a conversation." It said " How one word is connected to the next..." The girl pondered for a bit and could see it finally. “The notes make a song?”
The bird thrilled with her intelligence and it bird flew off of her shoulder and into the air, chirping and flying in circles around her to show how pleased he was with her.
"One day a boy lost his way in the forest, looking for firewood, and he happened upon the castle, hidden for so long, it was."
The girl imagined that she could see the boy from above wandering through the trees, so intent in his search for dry wood, not paying attention to where he was going at all. The bird landed on her shoulder again.
"The castle's walls were smooth and sandy brown, covered in bright blue wisteria and yellow honeysuckle."
"It sounds lovely, like a garden wall colored in flowers.." She stretched her arms behind her head, and rested them on a bed of grass, and could feel the world slowly spinning underneath her.
So,....there was a land, a land of such impossible beauty that it's secret was whispered at every crossroad, and it was passed from one person to another; one hand clasped another hand, so this lore grew and grew and one day, after an old man told the tale to a little bird,
The bird found a brown haired girl resting in a wide field of grass and landed on her shoulder, The bird, holding onto the story like a secret ...finally to tell the tale that it had been told so long ago.
"Little girl, I have an impossible story to tell you" the little bird whispered in the girls ear. And she cocked her head and sat laid her head against the grass and listened to the story and let her eyes wander about the sky (not even bothering to think that it might be strange for a bird to tell her a story of course).
"Once, long ago, in a land so very far from this spot, stood a tall castle. The castle was surrounded by a terrible moat, which was filled with a host of horrible monsters." She saw great sandstone walls, lapped by dark and oily waters – eyes glowed red and green and did not turn away from her.
"Deep inside the castle a great spider wove an intricate and most wicked web around every occupant of the great stone house." As the bird talked clouds sailed in circles across the sky in order to hear the little bird’s tale.
"Strands of the great spider's web stretched all the way from one end of the castle to the other , and connected every single thing in the castle to everything else."
"I don't understand" The girl said to the bird, looking at him closely for the first time.
The bird looked back at her. “Think of it…think of it like a conversation." It said " How one word is connected to the next..." The girl pondered for a bit and could see it finally. “The notes make a song?”
The bird thrilled with her intelligence and it bird flew off of her shoulder and into the air, chirping and flying in circles around her to show how pleased he was with her.
"One day a boy lost his way in the forest, looking for firewood, and he happened upon the castle, hidden for so long, it was."
The girl imagined that she could see the boy from above wandering through the trees, so intent in his search for dry wood, not paying attention to where he was going at all. The bird landed on her shoulder again.
"The castle's walls were smooth and sandy brown, covered in bright blue wisteria and yellow honeysuckle."
"It sounds lovely, like a garden wall colored in flowers.." She stretched her arms behind her head, and rested them on a bed of grass, and could feel the world slowly spinning underneath her.
