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  >> Static Item >> Short Story >> Inspirational >> ID #1173470  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
The Storyteller
The imaginary story teller to put my mind at ease.
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The grass was a swathe of green around me, tickling my clothing and skin underneath, the sky was lush deep cobalt blue that could be rippled with a fingertip, and the smell of the apples in the tree above was ripe with a delicious red. I was resting against the tree, just listening to the many birds and the wind itself humming through the leaves above. Along came another person. He was very tall, dressed in large fitting green and red robes. With a twisted staff made from the most ancient of woods. In his other hand, he held a great tome, one made of the rarest red leather, studded but diamonds, pearls and opals that sparked in the white sunlight above the zenith with its tentacles of light reaching between the leaves ... He is a man called The Storyteller.
As he sat down against the tree trunk, the branches swayed and an apple fell out. I picked it up and saw that it was ripe and delicious. "Good afternoon storyteller" I said simply while passing him the apple.
He sat against the trunk facing the other direction, not bothering of looking at me while reaching out for the apple, he took a deep bite and swallowed and said “What would you like to hear today?”
I took a yawn and stretched my legs across the green grass, closed my eyes and said softly while snuggling into a comfortable position. “I would love to hear a story about, love, epic proportions and things to be in awe with”
“Then I do have a good story for you” the story teller replied
He opened the great tome with the light dancing off his bookmark of crystal onto the leaves above; He began reading the epic story of love and things to be in awe with. The pages were heavy with words and unseen places, so were my eyes and my imagination. As my mind drifted off into that imperfectly, perfect world held between that heavy tome of worlds lore, out through skies and stars, my mind settled into that story placed beneath the tome of the story teller like a pearl on a white sandy beach with the moonlight dancing across its sandy crystal waves lapping into my mind.
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