Chapter 3: Andrew
Well, there you have it!
Her name is Anabel and she is a woodsy girl who loves to sing.
Now why do you suppose though she loves to sing; she never speaks nor lets anyone hear her when she starts breathing out a musical beat?
Hello, my name is Andrew. I am the narrator of sorts here in this so-called fairy tale of sorts, much without the fairies that is. I, myself, do not live in the woods like that of Anabel. Rather I am a painter from Dublin and a frequent traveler to various places. My favorites being ones seemingly untouched by man.
Rather short for a man of my stature, I love to wear tweed jackets and from time to time I smoke a bit of a pipe. In my spare time, I love a good mystery. Though for myself these usually were found safely within the confines of my small flat. I'm a great lover of books, you see. And though I love to pick up a good story, I'll admit this is my first go at writing one. It all began of course while I was on the road.
In one of my travels I heard of a forest that was a type of Eden. Upon hearing the natural beauty of the forest floor untamed, the glistening of the waters that filled up a lake at the center of the wild tangles of bramble bushes and pine-scented trees, and the lustrous glow of the tall peaks surrounding said forest, I decided it was worth a trip and began the preparations.
I could go into length about my journey to said paradise but that can wait until a future date for this is not my story. It is Anabel's. And it is here on this grand adventure on which I set out on that I came across a little girl who though appeared rather shy and timid, and spoke not a sound, was rather rambunctious and full of deep dark secrets, the sort that would make your ears itch with anticipation at discovering said secrets and the pure honor of being allowed the trust to share in them. For you see, Anabel was no ordinary girl. And she had no ordinary life.
Friday, February 17, 2017
Thursday, February 16, 2017
The little girl who had no ordinary voice. Chapter 2
Chapter 2:
Hello, my name is Anabel.
I love my home. Every day I get up and go out exploring.
♫Down in the wood I am a silly lass
I like to tumble in the tall prickly grass
The air smells like a Christmas tree
Pine needles in my hair are like sweet flowers to me.♫
Today I'm going on an adventure. I'm going to find the tallest tree in the wood and climb up it! Then I'm going to look out at the mountain peaks to see if there is any snow!
♫Like a monkey in a tree so is this silly girl
I go climbing up and up, no bother to a scratch here or there
I will find something grand at the top of my abode
And there look out and smile bright
In my treetop home.♫
And while I'm doing this I just want to write and tell you this:
♫I'm an explorer who finds hidden things
I listen carefully
I'll write all my adventures down
And sing, sing, sing.
But if you think you'll catch me in it
A blink and I am gone
Just like the second when the setting sun is done.
No one has heard me calling except the birds and trees
I just love to sing, sing, sing
But only to One do I bring, bring, bring
The songs I sing, sing, sing."
Shhh... It's a secret!
Hello, my name is Anabel.
I love my home. Every day I get up and go out exploring.
♫Down in the wood I am a silly lass
I like to tumble in the tall prickly grass
The air smells like a Christmas tree
Pine needles in my hair are like sweet flowers to me.♫
Today I'm going on an adventure. I'm going to find the tallest tree in the wood and climb up it! Then I'm going to look out at the mountain peaks to see if there is any snow!
♫Like a monkey in a tree so is this silly girl
I go climbing up and up, no bother to a scratch here or there
I will find something grand at the top of my abode
And there look out and smile bright
In my treetop home.♫
And while I'm doing this I just want to write and tell you this:
♫I'm an explorer who finds hidden things
I listen carefully
I'll write all my adventures down
And sing, sing, sing.
But if you think you'll catch me in it
A blink and I am gone
Just like the second when the setting sun is done.
No one has heard me calling except the birds and trees
I just love to sing, sing, sing
But only to One do I bring, bring, bring
The songs I sing, sing, sing."
Shhh... It's a secret!
The Little Girl who had no ordinary voice
Chapter One: The narrator
Hello there and welcome to my storybook about a little girl who never spoke.
Now I surmise you are wondering where the "Once upon a Time" has gotten to no doubt.Well, it is safely tucked between the pages of the fairy tales of well loved books here on the library shelf. This story, though, needs no such introduction for it is not any ordinary sort of fairy tale. This story is quite...well, now, why ruin it. Why not come and see?
In the world there are many places where trees grow and mountains peak up into the heavens, the sort where clouds casually rest upon from time to time. In the world there are lakes of all shapes and sizes, some visited frequently by tourists, others practically disregarded or even forgotten. And in the world there are vast numbers of different kinds of people all scurrying about here and there for whatever purpose they have to do so. And in the world there are places undiscovered and unexplored. Here is where our story begins, near a mountain range with a forest floor surrounding it and a forgotten lake so forgotten it looks almost like it was never visited by man or woman alike in all of creation. And here is where we meet a little girl who had no ordinary voice.
That isn't to say this young girl could not speak; I imagine anyone can make some sort of squawk, hack, cough, sigh, etc. However, this little girl was different. Whenever anyone tried to speak to her, she would only stare that them and smile. Perhaps she never spoke because she didn't know any words? Or perhaps she had nothing she wanted to say? Perhaps she loved to listen? Or perhaps there was another reason altogether?
And so, now that I've made the introduction, let us begin the tale.
Hello there and welcome to my storybook about a little girl who never spoke.
Now I surmise you are wondering where the "Once upon a Time" has gotten to no doubt.Well, it is safely tucked between the pages of the fairy tales of well loved books here on the library shelf. This story, though, needs no such introduction for it is not any ordinary sort of fairy tale. This story is quite...well, now, why ruin it. Why not come and see?
In the world there are many places where trees grow and mountains peak up into the heavens, the sort where clouds casually rest upon from time to time. In the world there are lakes of all shapes and sizes, some visited frequently by tourists, others practically disregarded or even forgotten. And in the world there are vast numbers of different kinds of people all scurrying about here and there for whatever purpose they have to do so. And in the world there are places undiscovered and unexplored. Here is where our story begins, near a mountain range with a forest floor surrounding it and a forgotten lake so forgotten it looks almost like it was never visited by man or woman alike in all of creation. And here is where we meet a little girl who had no ordinary voice.
That isn't to say this young girl could not speak; I imagine anyone can make some sort of squawk, hack, cough, sigh, etc. However, this little girl was different. Whenever anyone tried to speak to her, she would only stare that them and smile. Perhaps she never spoke because she didn't know any words? Or perhaps she had nothing she wanted to say? Perhaps she loved to listen? Or perhaps there was another reason altogether?
And so, now that I've made the introduction, let us begin the tale.
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