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PostSubject: Fairytales *old story from school*   Sat Sep 12, 2009 10:39 pm

This si soemthing I wrote in high school along time ago. My acting teacher liked it so I figured I would share it. rofl

The Silent child
Written by: Latisa McCoy

The silent child is something one does not want to be. Sometimes being silent is to be seen and heard by using your body. This story takes place in a land known as Gioki falls, where the waters run blood red. But they never use to be the color of blood, but a secret maybe just be the end of a child.

A little girl of the Gioki falls village was walking along the river. She moved gracefully across the path while wearing a long pink dress that goes with her bright blue hair. Her eyes are like water that shines in the suns light. The little girl is so sweet and kind to all; she loves to sing, dance, and play the flute. The melodies from her flute are said to be like a goddess even though she is only five. She looked at the crystal clear blue water that flowed along the river. But then she began to see dots of red. The little girl knelled down near the water careful not the trip. She slowly put her hand in the water where the red dots flowed down. She carefully pulled her hand up and looked at the blood red dots on her hand. She doesn’t know what it is. The little girl immediately rubbed the red dots off her hands onto her dress without hesitation. The little girl stood up with one knee.

“I wonder where it came from.” The little girl said to herself in a calm voice.

The little girl ran down the path trying to find out what is making the beautiful water change. She pumped her legs as fast as she could, but then she began to slow down. She came to a stop and stood there looking at her uncle who seems to be chanting something. The water was turning redder and the little girl began to see dead fish float down the river. The little girl turned around to run to the village to tell her father the leader about what her uncle had done. But as she turned her back on her uncle, he grabbed her with a tight hand around her wrist. He held a staff in one hand as though he is going to hit her.

“I’m telling father on you.” The little girl told her uncle angrily. She tried to get free by running, but she couldn’t get free. Her feet just slid across the ground.

“You are not, and to make sure of that. Your voice will be taken.” The uncle told the little girl angrily as he raised his staff in the air like a hammer.

“Ohya Toki Suna Ko Toki dona huki ja.” The uncle chanted.

A light came from the little girl’s throat and disappeared. The girl tried to scream but there was no sound coming out of her mouth. The uncle laughed evilly with his head pulled back. The little girl sat on the ground holding her throat wondering about what happened to her voice. The little girl ran to her village as fast as she could.

When the child approached her father who stood in the town center talking to a guard about the protection of the village, she grabbed his hand to stop him from talking. He looked down at his beloved daughter only to see that when she speaks nothing comes out of her mouth.

“What is wrong my darling daughter?” Her father asked placing a gently hand upon the little girl’s shoulder. He knelled down on one knee as his brother came into the village claiming that the gods have turned the river water into blood. The little girl tried to tell her father not to believe him, but her voice was gone. She pointed at her uncle but she was labeled as crazy when she accused her uncle.

The little girl spent years at a time watching as the river remained red. Her uncle tried to fix it, but it would not work. The sweet sounds and happy songs of her flute became dark and sad, filled with sorrow. The villagers would cry from her songs now that come from her flute. Her movements became her words, but no one would listen to her story of family betrayal for many did not believe that the village mage would do such a thing.

Spring became summer, summer to fall, and fall to winter. Each passing day became harder and harder for that little girl to bare the troubling secret that she has carried on her shoulders for so long. The time came when the little girl blossomed into a beautiful young woman who can dance gracefully and charm anyone with her music. But the secret had to come out one way or the next.

The beauty went to the Gioki village shrine to ask for the power to purify the water. Nothing happened. The girl’s dress is a long white kimono that uses to belong to her mother. The girl walked along the river looking at the red trees that have taken damage from the blood water. The girl has been seeing the death of animals.
The girl walked into her village home; she looked at her uncle and pointed at him. Her eyes showed anger and she stomped her leg down upon the ground as her father walked in.

“Daughter! What is going on here?” Her father asked as his big belly jiggled as he walked towards her.

The girl just stood there with a sharply pointed finger at her uncle. Her eyes fixed onto the traitorous family member that has betrayed her family. She hated the fact that she could not speak, but she refused to give up till the truth is revealed to the village. Her father has been having his suspicions since his daughter started hating her own uncle.

“Brother, the animals are dying. That blood river is causing it. Call upon the goddess to give the river back its life.” The girl’s father said.

The uncle did as he was told, but he knows that in order to revive the once great water, the truth had to come out. He wasn’t willing to risk being caught especially after what he did to his niece.

The girl left the room and went to the river. She stared at its waters that use to be crystal clear giving life to what is around it. But now, the water is killing everything. The girl prayed that the water god would take mercy upon her people.

In the village, the girl stood in the village temple doing a dance with her class. But then she had a dance that was solo. The girl didn’t know what she could do for the truth to come out. But then she got an idea.

Her hands moved like the waters in the river. Gracefully moving in the air and then stops; as the dance went on, everyone was amazed by her graceful dance. But in the end, no one got what she meant. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at her uncle. She opened her mouth to say something.

“Tr…Tr…Traitor.” The girl said as she pointed at her uncle. It pained her to speak; her throat felt like it was breaking.
The girl’s father looked at his brother as though confused that his daughter called her uncle a traitor.

“She spoke, it’s a miracle!” Her uncle said in rejoice.

Everyone looked at the mage as though they knew that he betrayed them. But they were in more shock by the news than to think about what to do with him.

“You…di…did…it…” The girl said.

“She lies!” Her uncle yelled angrily.

No one believed the girls still; even though her heart spoke the truth. A celebration was held in the girl’s honor for her finally getting her voice back. But the people thought that her music would be happy once again when she played her flute, but they were wrong. Her music was sadder than ever. Her father noticed that his daughter felt like something had betrayed her. But three days later, her father became mysteriously ill. The girl blamed her uncle but no one believed her.

As her father’s illness became worse; the girl became more desperate to bring and end to her uncle’s evil. All of a sudden firm hands wrapped around her neck; the girl turned around to see her uncle.

“I’ll make sure you never speak again!” He told her angrily.

The girl struggled to breathe, she balled up her fist and punched her uncle in the stomach. He let go of her as he fell to his knees holding his stomach. The girl backed away and caught her breath. The girl ran out of her small home with her legs taking her as far as the river.

The girl came to the river and looked at the red water. She could hear her uncle and the villagers coming angrily down the path. She looked up at the moon that rose in the sky. The angry cries of the village filled her mind.

“Moon goddess and God of the river, please help my father. It is all I ask. I offer my life, for another life.” The girl said sadly as tears rolled down her face.

She placed her foot in the water and slowly went in gracefully moving against the current to the middle of the river. Her blood stained dress no longer bothered her. What turned out to be a happy time, turned out to be the worse thing of a dark time. She looked at the villagers as they ran down the path screaming traitor.

The girl closed her eyes and she moved her hands across the water with just a mere touch. She fell face forwards into the water. The girl took her own life by drowning herself. But the last words the villagers heard when she fell into the water.

“The heart of Truth.” Is the last word that they ever heard come out of her mouth.

The girl’s body floated down and stopped when it hit some rocks. All people could see is her back side. The water died her hair red and her clothing turned to the color of blood red. The water turned back to its once crystal clear state.
The leader of the village mourned for his daughter as his health returned. Sad about the loss of the woman, the villagers hold a funeral for the lovely woman whom shall never speak again. People crowded around the center, and her uncle frowns upon the burning corpse. When the wood collapsed under her body, the fire rose twenty feet high.

Looking into the center of the fire, they see a red haired woman with a blood red kimono dancing as the sounds of her flute blew with the wind. The villagers became scared, believing that they have angered the gods. But then, the woman stopped and she pointed a single finger at her uncle.

“The rivers ran blood because of the mage. My father became ill caused by the mage. I gave my life for you all. So you can live happy and free from the blood water.”

With those words, the god of the river took the girl into his home. Where she married his son and played the flute to her new family. Her uncle though, was banished from the village for what he had done. No one ever saw them again, but tell the story of the woman of the blood river that became known as the “Heart of Truth” for those were the last words spoken by the girl when she was alive. All cheered and prayed that the girl was happy where ever she was.
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PostSubject: Re: Fairytales *old story from school*   Sat Sep 12, 2009 10:41 pm

A child’s gift

Far far away, a little girl stood in front of her family’s house. Her mother and father had given her a wicker basket of food to give the lord of the castle in the center of the dark woods. The girl’s parents bid her farewell as she made her way down the road towards the woods. Carrying the basket of food in her hands with a smile on her face.

Walking down the path of the dark woods, the world was as dark as night. Reaching into the basket, the little girl pulled out a candleholder and a candlestick. She lit it with one of two matches that she carried with her on her trips. Blowing out the match, she put it in her front apron pocket. The child continued down the dark dirt path with only a candle to light her way always smiling, not caring for the howls or the screeches around her in the dark place.

Along her way, she came across a hungry white rabbit. The white rabbit’s ear twitched as the girl approached carrying her basket in her hands; it stood on its hind legs looking at her. With a hungry tummy, it spoke when she passed.
“Please human child, I am awful hungry. Do you have any food?” The White rabbit asked in a begging voice.
The child stopped and looked at the rabbit with a smile on her face. Opening the front flap of the basket, the girl looked inside to see what she had. She could see a single carrot in her basket, something she knows that rabbits loved. Pulling it out to show the rabbit, she smiled at him. The flap closed as she held the carrot in one hand and the basket in the other.
“I have a carrot. Would you like it?” The girl said happily.
“Yes, please. I’ll trade you a white rose for the juicy carrot.” Begged the hungry white rabbit.
Jumping into a rabbit hole under the tree, the rabbit disappeared. The girl stared at the hole wondering where the hungry white rabbit had gone. Gone only for a moment, the rabbit came back out with a beautiful healthy white rose. Standing on its hind legs again it gave her the rose. The girl gave the hungry rabbit the carrot, even though she did not want the rose she smiled.
“Thank you.” The white rabbit said.
The white rabbit took the carrot and disappeared into its hole; the girl put the white rose in the basket to replace the carrot.
“A rose might be better than a carrot for the lord.” The girl said.
Then she was on her way again.

Time went by, and the girl went skipping down the path with her basket in hand. A happy and gentle smile on her face again.
Nearby two foxes were looking for food, they came across the path and saw the little girl and her basket. With hunger they stood there waiting; one with a golden necklace around its neck, and the other a pearl bracelet on its right front leg.
As the girl came closer, they spoke up.
“Little girl. We have been looking for food for three days, and have had no luck. We are terribly hungry.” The foxes said at once in a begging voice.
The girl stopped and smiled happily at the foxes. She opened the front flap of her basket and looked through what she had. She saw that she has a few thick slices of ham wrapped in a handkerchief. Pulling them out and showing the foxes, the flap closed. The foxes smiled, as did the girl.
“We’ll give you, our jewels for the hams.” The foxes said.
The girl unwrapped the hams, giving them to the foxes. Before she had a chance to refuse the gifts, the foxes had left with the hams leaving only the pearl bracelet and the golden necklace behind. The girl picked the necklace and bracelet up, putting them in her basket. The little girl continued to smile as she made her way down the path again, with only one food item left in her basket.

Almost to the castle, the little girl skipped down the path with a smile on her face. A panda with an upset stomach sat on the path holding its stomach. It had a red silk ribbon around its neck. Hearing the groans of the panda, the little girl stopped to see what is wrong. With sad eyes the panda looked at her.
“Little girl, my tummy aches. I’ll give you my ribbon, for something from your basket to make it stop.” The panda begged.
The little girl looked through her basket once again, by lifting up the front flap. She grabbed the last piece of food in her basket. She pulled out a jar of strawberries. Hearing the growl of the panda’s stomach, the girl realized that the panda was hungry.
“Mr. Panda, all I have is this jar of fresh strawberries.” The little girl told the panda with a smile.
The panda took the jar, leaving the red silk ribbon on the ground. The girl picked it up and put it in her basket. She saw that she had no food in her basket anymore, except gifts from the animals that she helped. She smiled, and made her way to the castle. She entered the castle.

Entering the throne room of the Lord sat on his throne sadly. The little girl carefully made her way up the long red carpet with her basket. The lord’s sad face stared at the ceiling.
“Everyone sends me food, why doesn’t I ever get any real treasures?” The Lord asked sadly.
The little girl stood in front of the steps leading to the Lord’s throne. She bowed; and then smiled as she held out the basket to the lord. The Lord took it from the girl, but paused when he heard a sound of something else that wasn’t food. The lord opened it and saw what was inside, he even saw the white rose that the white rabbit had given the child.
“Where is the food? The food that should be in the basket?” The lord asked.
With a smile the girl answers.
“I met hungry animals, my lord. I gave them food, and they gave me those things in return.” The little girl explained with a smile on her face.
“Thank you, but why did you not run with these items? The necklace and the pearls could have bought you new clothes and toys. The ribbon could hold your hair, and the rose is beautiful. Why did you not keep these treasures to yourself?” Asks the Lord curiously.
The girl smiles and replies, “You can have them. They are not my treasure.” The girl stands up straight and curtsies to the lord.
“Gold and pearls are treasures. Money and fame is all one needs for a true treasure.” The lord laughed as he held the necklace and the bracelet in his hands.
The little girl left with a smile on her face, not even receiving a thank you from the lord. She began to head back home.

Along the way home, the animals that she had helped watched her as she skipped along happily towards her home down the dark dirt path with her candle in hand. It still lit after everything she had been through. The animals wondered where their gifts they had given her had gone. The girl’s candle suddenly went out, but she still smiled.
All of a sudden, a fierce hairy monster jumped out of the darkness. It roared loudly in anger while standing on its hind legs, letting everyone in earshot hear its cries of sorrow and loneliness. The little girl lit her candle with her last match and looked at the beast that stood on the path before her. The animals became scared for the girl; but she just stood there smiling. The monster looks at her angrily wondering why the little girl is still smiling.
“Little girl who traveled the dark path alone, why do you smile? Why do you not fear me, young one?” The monster asked rudely.
“I’m happy. I helped many friends along the path. Why should I fear you?” The little girl replied.
The monster circled the little girl walking on all fours. Looking at her, it could see that she is still smiling even though it could be her doom. The little girl looked at the monster with a smile. The monster stopped in front of the girl; it stood on its hind legs as it over shadowed her. The girl still smiled; and the monster gazed down at her.
“You gave the rabbit a carrot, the twin foxes three hams, the panda a jar of strawberries. Then you gave their gifts to you, to the lord. And all you walk down this road with now is a candle that is about to go out. The only light in the dark forest, at the moment.” The monster said rudely.
The little girl smiled and held out the lit candle to the monster as though she were giving it to him. The animals watched, and the monster stood back.
“I give you my candle, the candle that guided me down the path.” The girl said with a smile.
“Then you will be left alone in the dark, with no light. And you gave away all your treasures.” The monster laughed as he took her candle. “Like me, cursed to live alone in the darkness if these woods.”
“My treasure. It is not silver, gold, jewel, fame, or fortune. My treasure is friendship and love.” The little girl said with a smile on her face.
The monster stared at the child, staring at the candle and the child. The little girl stared at him.
“All the animals I met, are my friends. And you are as well. You’re my friend too.” The girl smiled happily.
The monster looked at her and the animals watched. The once fierce beast now has a smile on his face. The little girl held out her hand.
“I have no gold, jewel, or food for you. But I have friendship to share with all. You’re not alone anymore, I am your friend.” The little girl said with a smile.
“Yes, that is good enough for me.” The monster said with a smile on his face.
With that, the monster smiled happily and gave the girl back her candle. They walked down the path together, with her little hand in his big hand. The animals followed behind them dancing.

Every day the girl played with her little animal friends that she had helped that very day in the dark woods. Even the once fierce monster became a gentle creature; that no longer roars in sorrow and loneliness, but in happiness and friendship. All became a treasure a girl brought to the dark woods.
Not gold, jewels, silver, fame, fortune, or food but friendship the only treasure that few could see even behind the smile on the little girl. The little girl never stops smiling, even in her sleep.
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