Once upon a time
Once upon a time there was a little girl. She was the most precious and beloved little girl in the whole wide world. People loved her more than anything. Circus bears would laugh to see her wave. The bumblebees buzzed for her. The moon giggled at her passing in the early eve. Sad old men would smile when they remembered her sunny ways. Young boys skipped and jumped logs and climbed trees for her. Mean bent Gypsy ladies told her future with a grin. Butterflies danced in the morning. Swallowtails flew from the trees and circled around her in flocks like fairies. God said Yes.
Her name was Story, and What Might Have Been, and What Could Be, and It Is. You may have heard her tale once. It has been going on for a long long time, yet she remains ever-young.
And then it came to pass,
LWIII
I love the sound of this, in fact I think I know her, but that’s a different sory, yet the same.
Thanks Martie, I think you know Story. I think we all do.
xoxo!
LWill
I know story, I like story, she turns out well.
In my telling of stories’ story, anyway.
Who knows in anothers.
Story deserves her happy ending.
All Stories do.
Truly
Hey Truly, thanks for your addition to our little tale of Story. I’m hoping she has a happy ending, I think she deserves it, but some stories have a sad ending, alas.
Peace out,
LWIII
We have followed this child of morning since men and women began to speak, began to sing of the Earth and of their deeds upon it. Even now, in a world of machine-made magic with its tweets and posts and pixled screens, we see her, hear her voice, or are certain the signs indicate she is near, or will be near. We grow old in her eyes, those eyes what never lose the powers to enchant us no matter how logical and pragmatic we become.
Malcolm
i love how she sits in once upon a time ~
like time can’t touch her
like there is no beginning or end
just a slip into her middle
all squishy and warm
I am always amazed at how wonderful your prose is. You could write about anything (or nothing at all for that matter) and I would gladly read it.
(I know it seems like I am stalking you, but really it’s just that all the stuff your putting out into the web right now keeps grabbing my attention)
Wow, Malcolm, that is beautiful. Story is the voice of the earth, come alive in us. We are the tongue of Mother Earth, indeed the entire solar system, and our song harmonizes the celestial spheres. Long may the story be told.
Much love,
LWIII
Dear Azyh, thank you, friend of all hearts. You are inside Story, like few people I’ve ever known. So are we doing Nano again this year? I need to peek into DD and see.
Goddess bless,
LWIII
pretty sure NaNoWriMo is on for November at DD. It’s a tradition now and it wouldn’t be any fun without you…
Hey, you just taught me something. I can reply to the replies right after. Nice.
Good to hear about DD and NaNoWriMo. I’m in. Sure is easier to kisk oneself in the arse using other people’s feet.
xoxo!
Hey Jake, no worries, stalk away. I write for guys like you, young fellers with questing minda ans restless spirits. You don’t know how glad I am to find that I’m reaching you with my wordage, and that you like it so much.
Tom