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Come child, don’t be shy.
Yes, yes, I know.
Sit down here - sit, sit, don’t be afraid. There’s nothing to be afraid of here.
Oh? You smell that too? Well, sit tight and I’ll fetch you a piece.
My world-famous cheesecake. Yes, yes, world famous. Strawberries, raspberries, blackberries. Blackcurrents, gooseberries, redcurrent sauce. Oh yes, and more. Much more.
Much more indeed.
Here! Just for you!
The whole thing - yes, yes - it’s well deserved, child. Well deserved.
And while you sit, and eat - I’ll tell you a story.
Yes, yes, that’s right. A story.
But more than that, too - much more, much more indeed.
A secret of all things - my secret. Just for you.
All for you.
Tuck in, and I shall begin.
There once was a boy who was always looking upwards.
His name? No, no child - I know not. He never cared to give it, such as he was, such as he was. A frightfully nice boy - but he never gave his name.
Now where was I ...? Ah, yes.
There once was a boy who was always looking upwards ...
His head pulled right back, he stared all day into the sky. To watch the clouds scud by, and shy away into ships and shells as the wind tickled at their wriggling white toes. He peered only at the tops of trees - to see the thinnest branches waving, see the mistletoe and birds’ nests grow. He gazed into space, past the stars, past the moon - onwards, past everything, up, up, up.
He never looked down, at his shoes, at the grass - never once glanced at the path, just followed his feet and stared up at the clouds. Only up, always up.
Oh my - his grandmother had a terrible time feeding him. She was small, and stout, and ever-tired. But everyday she’d climb up, up, up a little ladder and drop little bits of food into his gaping mouth while he stared at the tobacco-stained roses on the ceiling.
Aha! Yes, child, that is a funny thing to do.
Just imagine - his poor old granny, wobbling around on top of a ladder.
Ahaha! Yes, yes - most amusing.
Hey, come now - you’ve barely touched my cheesecake. And I made it especially.
Yes, yes - for you, child, for you. With all those fruits look, and the soft, crumbly base.
And more - oh yes. Yes indeed, much more besides.
My other secret, hidden deep inside.
Now ...!
One day
Pay attention now.
One day, this most peculiar boy was walking through a wood. He glared up through the trees, past the branches, past the fruit, past the leaves - up, up, up into the sky, up to watch the birds, gliding overhead. The birds did call to him: ”Be careful, up-looker, you’re headed for trouble!" But the boy did not listen, and followed his feet further through the wood.
Yes, yes child. He should have listened to the birds.
As you’ll see - the birds were very wise to warn him of the danger.
But the boy - star-gazer, cloud-glancer - did not heed their warning.
Eat up now. This is the best bit:
And soon enough, the boy did find himself in trouble. He could no longer see the sky - or the trees, or the birds - only a darkness above him. A dangerous, dripping darkness that seemed to go on forever. He feet had led him astray - through some blackberry bushes -
Crammed with ripe juicy blackberries, longing to be picked, longing to be used
- and into a long, dark tunnel. The boy spun around and around, staring up at the ceiling, wishing he could see the sky again - wishing he’d listened to the birds. But with all the spinning, he had completely lost his way - he didn’t know back from front, right from left - didn’t know how to get out again.
What’s that, child?
You remember a tunnel? Past the blackberry bushes - yes, yes, very good. Very good indeed.
Ah! Pay attention now - I know you’re very sleepy, very tired, very drowsy - but the story is almost over.
So he ran. The little boy, always looking upwards, ran and ran and ran through the tunnel - desperate to see the sky again. He ran for so long - until his feet were aching, and his eyes weary of the darkness all around.
Then, suddenly, he was out in the sunshine - out again in the fresh breeze, among the tall trees, staring up into the sky. He was so relieved, so pleased - but he had no idea where he was. He’d gone all the way through the tunnel, and out the other side.
Into a new place, an unfamiliar place.
Luckily - for him-
And for me
-He could see a trail of smoke winding into the air. And he knew - there must be a house nearby, for there to be smoke. A very sensible thought indeed - and he called out: “Hello!? Is anyone there!?”
And someone very nearby replied, Hello there lad. You must be hungry after your trip through the tunnel. Come in, come in - I have something you can eat. Yes, yes, and more besides!
What child? That sounds like me?
Hmmm ... perhaps, perhaps.
Just stay awake a little longer, the tale is almost through.
And the boy was so relived, he rushed into the old man’s house - such a nice old man - and sat at the table. Now! said the old man, How about some cheesecake?
The little boy nodded - he was so hungry. He nodded, and nodded, and nodded - and he nodded so much, his head shook itself loose, and nodded right back down onto his shoulders.
Aha! Indeed, child, indeed.
No longer looking upwards.
The dream-world calls, I know. just a little longer, child - just a little longer.
The old man - with a kindly face, and great big bushy eyebrows -
What? What’s that sleepy head?
Like mine, big bushy eyebrows?
Hmmm ... perhaps, perhaps.
- slid a wonderful cheesecake across the table. With strawberries and raspberries and blackberries and blackcurrents and gooseberries and redcurrent sauce.
Tuck in, said the old man, Tuck in, child -yes, yes - and while you do, I’ll tell you a story ...
Yes, yes, I know.
Sit down here - sit, sit, don’t be afraid. There’s nothing to be afraid of here.
Oh? You smell that too? Well, sit tight and I’ll fetch you a piece.
My world-famous cheesecake. Yes, yes, world famous. Strawberries, raspberries, blackberries. Blackcurrents, gooseberries, redcurrent sauce. Oh yes, and more. Much more.
Much more indeed.
Here! Just for you!
The whole thing - yes, yes - it’s well deserved, child. Well deserved.
And while you sit, and eat - I’ll tell you a story.
Yes, yes, that’s right. A story.
But more than that, too - much more, much more indeed.
A secret of all things - my secret. Just for you.
All for you.
Tuck in, and I shall begin.
There once was a boy who was always looking upwards.
His name? No, no child - I know not. He never cared to give it, such as he was, such as he was. A frightfully nice boy - but he never gave his name.
Now where was I ...? Ah, yes.
There once was a boy who was always looking upwards ...
His head pulled right back, he stared all day into the sky. To watch the clouds scud by, and shy away into ships and shells as the wind tickled at their wriggling white toes. He peered only at the tops of trees - to see the thinnest branches waving, see the mistletoe and birds’ nests grow. He gazed into space, past the stars, past the moon - onwards, past everything, up, up, up.
He never looked down, at his shoes, at the grass - never once glanced at the path, just followed his feet and stared up at the clouds. Only up, always up.
Oh my - his grandmother had a terrible time feeding him. She was small, and stout, and ever-tired. But everyday she’d climb up, up, up a little ladder and drop little bits of food into his gaping mouth while he stared at the tobacco-stained roses on the ceiling.
Aha! Yes, child, that is a funny thing to do.
Just imagine - his poor old granny, wobbling around on top of a ladder.
Ahaha! Yes, yes - most amusing.
Hey, come now - you’ve barely touched my cheesecake. And I made it especially.
Yes, yes - for you, child, for you. With all those fruits look, and the soft, crumbly base.
And more - oh yes. Yes indeed, much more besides.
My other secret, hidden deep inside.
Now ...!
One day
Pay attention now.
One day, this most peculiar boy was walking through a wood. He glared up through the trees, past the branches, past the fruit, past the leaves - up, up, up into the sky, up to watch the birds, gliding overhead. The birds did call to him: ”Be careful, up-looker, you’re headed for trouble!" But the boy did not listen, and followed his feet further through the wood.
Yes, yes child. He should have listened to the birds.
As you’ll see - the birds were very wise to warn him of the danger.
But the boy - star-gazer, cloud-glancer - did not heed their warning.
Eat up now. This is the best bit:
And soon enough, the boy did find himself in trouble. He could no longer see the sky - or the trees, or the birds - only a darkness above him. A dangerous, dripping darkness that seemed to go on forever. He feet had led him astray - through some blackberry bushes -
Crammed with ripe juicy blackberries, longing to be picked, longing to be used
- and into a long, dark tunnel. The boy spun around and around, staring up at the ceiling, wishing he could see the sky again - wishing he’d listened to the birds. But with all the spinning, he had completely lost his way - he didn’t know back from front, right from left - didn’t know how to get out again.
What’s that, child?
You remember a tunnel? Past the blackberry bushes - yes, yes, very good. Very good indeed.
Ah! Pay attention now - I know you’re very sleepy, very tired, very drowsy - but the story is almost over.
So he ran. The little boy, always looking upwards, ran and ran and ran through the tunnel - desperate to see the sky again. He ran for so long - until his feet were aching, and his eyes weary of the darkness all around.
Then, suddenly, he was out in the sunshine - out again in the fresh breeze, among the tall trees, staring up into the sky. He was so relieved, so pleased - but he had no idea where he was. He’d gone all the way through the tunnel, and out the other side.
Into a new place, an unfamiliar place.
Luckily - for him-
And for me
-He could see a trail of smoke winding into the air. And he knew - there must be a house nearby, for there to be smoke. A very sensible thought indeed - and he called out: “Hello!? Is anyone there!?”
And someone very nearby replied, Hello there lad. You must be hungry after your trip through the tunnel. Come in, come in - I have something you can eat. Yes, yes, and more besides!
What child? That sounds like me?
Hmmm ... perhaps, perhaps.
Just stay awake a little longer, the tale is almost through.
And the boy was so relived, he rushed into the old man’s house - such a nice old man - and sat at the table. Now! said the old man, How about some cheesecake?
The little boy nodded - he was so hungry. He nodded, and nodded, and nodded - and he nodded so much, his head shook itself loose, and nodded right back down onto his shoulders.
Aha! Indeed, child, indeed.
No longer looking upwards.
The dream-world calls, I know. just a little longer, child - just a little longer.
The old man - with a kindly face, and great big bushy eyebrows -
What? What’s that sleepy head?
Like mine, big bushy eyebrows?
Hmmm ... perhaps, perhaps.
- slid a wonderful cheesecake across the table. With strawberries and raspberries and blackberries and blackcurrents and gooseberries and redcurrent sauce.
Tuck in, said the old man, Tuck in, child -yes, yes - and while you do, I’ll tell you a story ...
Very good, loved the style. Can't help but feel there's something missing from it, but can't for the life of me think what.
Hope you win this time - this was very good.
Heh, marvellous, and I haven't come to expect anything other than that from you good fellow. Very intriguing use of font types and etc also led to this winning me over. I remember one line that will most likely stick in my head for quite a bit:
“To watch the clouds scud by, and shy away into ships and shells as the wind tickled at their wriggling white toes.”
Anyways, I adored its style, definitely has the beating of mine, and a fair few other SSC4 entries in my opinion.
“To watch the clouds scud by, and shy away into ships and shells as the wind tickled at their wriggling white toes.”
Anyways, I adored its style, definitely has the beating of mine, and a fair few other SSC4 entries in my opinion.
Cheers guys.
Kind of a new style for me - glad it worked alright.
Kind of a new style for me - glad it worked alright.
If this were a little children's story, I'd buy it. Fantastic! Would be nice to see some pictures too.. :)
Now read mine, you punk.
Ah,a story involving lovely infinite enchantment.
Brilliant.
Brilliant.
Come child, don’t be shy.
Yes, yes, I know.
Sit down here - sit, sit, don’t be afraid. There’s nothing to be afraid of here.
Oh? You smell that too? Well, sit tight and I’ll fetch you a piece.
My world-famous cheesecake. Yes, yes, world famous. Strawberries, raspberries, blackberries. Blackcurrents, gooseberries, redcurrent sauce. Oh yes, and more. Much more.
Much more indeed.
Here! Just for you!
The whole thing - yes, yes - it’s well deserved, child. Well deserved.
And while you sit, and eat - I’ll tell you a story.
Yes, yes, that’s right. A story.
But more than that, too - much more, much more indeed.
A secret of all things - my secret. Just for you.
All for you.
Tuck in, and I shall begin.
There once was a boy who was always looking upwards.
His name? No, no child - I know not. He never cared to give it, such as he was, such as he was. A frightfully nice boy - but he never gave his name.
Now where was I ...? Ah, yes.
There once was a boy who was always looking upwards ...
His head pulled right back, he stared all day into the sky. To watch the clouds scud by, and shy away into ships and shells as the wind tickled at their wriggling white toes. He peered only at the tops of trees - to see the thinnest branches waving, see the mistletoe and birds’ nests grow. He gazed into space, past the stars, past the moon - onwards, past everything, up, up, up.
He never looked down, at his shoes, at the grass - never once glanced at the path, just followed his feet and stared up at the clouds. Only up, always up.
Oh my - his grandmother had a terrible time feeding him. She was small, and stout, and ever-tired. But everyday she’d climb up, up, up a little ladder and drop little bits of food into his gaping mouth while he stared at the tobacco-stained roses on the ceiling.
Aha! Yes, child, that is a funny thing to do.
Just imagine - his poor old granny, wobbling around on top of a ladder.
Ahaha! Yes, yes - most amusing.
Hey, come now - you’ve barely touched my cheesecake. And I made it especially.
Yes, yes - for you, child, for you. With all those fruits look, and the soft, crumbly base.
And more - oh yes. Yes indeed, much more besides.
My other secret, hidden deep inside.
Now ...!
One day
Pay attention now.
One day, this most peculiar boy was walking through a wood. He glared up through the trees, past the branches, past the fruit, past the leaves - up, up, up into the sky, up to watch the birds, gliding overhead. The birds did call to him: ”Be careful, up-looker, you’re headed for trouble!" But the boy did not listen, and followed his feet further through the wood.
Yes, yes child. He should have listened to the birds.
As you’ll see - the birds were very wise to warn him of the danger.
But the boy - star-gazer, cloud-glancer - did not heed their warning.
Eat up now. This is the best bit:
And soon enough, the boy did find himself in trouble. He could no longer see the sky - or the trees, or the birds - only a darkness above him. A dangerous, dripping darkness that seemed to go on forever. He feet had led him astray - through some blackberry bushes -
Crammed with ripe juicy blackberries, longing to be picked, longing to be used
- and into a long, dark tunnel. The boy spun around and around, staring up at the ceiling, wishing he could see the sky again - wishing he’d listened to the birds. But with all the spinning, he had completely lost his way - he didn’t know back from front, right from left - didn’t know how to get out again.
What’s that, child?
You remember a tunnel? Past the blackberry bushes - yes, yes, very good. Very good indeed.
Ah! Pay attention now - I know you’re very sleepy, very tired, very drowsy - but the story is almost over.
So he ran. The little boy, always looking upwards, ran and ran and ran through the tunnel - desperate to see the sky again. He ran for so long - until his feet were aching, and his eyes weary of the darkness all around.
Then, suddenly, he was out in the sunshine - out again in the fresh breeze, among the tall trees, staring up into the sky. He was so relieved, so pleased - but he had no idea where he was. He’d gone all the way through the tunnel, and out the other side.
Into a new place, an unfamiliar place.
Luckily - for him-
And for me
-He could see a trail of smoke winding into the air. And he knew - there must be a house nearby, for there to be smoke. A very sensible thought indeed - and he called out: “Hello!? Is anyone there!?”
And someone very nearby replied, Hello there lad. You must be hungry after your trip through the tunnel. Come in, come in - I have something you can eat. Yes, yes, and more besides!
What child? That sounds like me?
Hmmm ... perhaps, perhaps.
Just stay awake a little longer, the tale is almost through.
And the boy was so relived, he rushed into the old man’s house - such a nice old man - and sat at the table. Now! said the old man, How about some cheesecake?
The little boy nodded - he was so hungry. He nodded, and nodded, and nodded - and he nodded so much, his head shook itself loose, and nodded right back down onto his shoulders.
Aha! Indeed, child, indeed.
No longer looking upwards.
The dream-world calls, I know. just a little longer, child - just a little longer.
The old man - with a kindly face, and great big bushy eyebrows -
What? What’s that sleepy head?
Like mine, big bushy eyebrows?
Hmmm ... perhaps, perhaps.
- slid a wonderful cheesecake across the table. With strawberries and raspberries and blackberries and blackcurrents and gooseberries and redcurrent sauce.
Tuck in, said the old man, Tuck in, child -yes, yes - and while you do, I’ll tell you a story ...
Yes, yes, I know.
Sit down here - sit, sit, don’t be afraid. There’s nothing to be afraid of here.
Oh? You smell that too? Well, sit tight and I’ll fetch you a piece.
My world-famous cheesecake. Yes, yes, world famous. Strawberries, raspberries, blackberries. Blackcurrents, gooseberries, redcurrent sauce. Oh yes, and more. Much more.
Much more indeed.
Here! Just for you!
The whole thing - yes, yes - it’s well deserved, child. Well deserved.
And while you sit, and eat - I’ll tell you a story.
Yes, yes, that’s right. A story.
But more than that, too - much more, much more indeed.
A secret of all things - my secret. Just for you.
All for you.
Tuck in, and I shall begin.
There once was a boy who was always looking upwards.
His name? No, no child - I know not. He never cared to give it, such as he was, such as he was. A frightfully nice boy - but he never gave his name.
Now where was I ...? Ah, yes.
There once was a boy who was always looking upwards ...
His head pulled right back, he stared all day into the sky. To watch the clouds scud by, and shy away into ships and shells as the wind tickled at their wriggling white toes. He peered only at the tops of trees - to see the thinnest branches waving, see the mistletoe and birds’ nests grow. He gazed into space, past the stars, past the moon - onwards, past everything, up, up, up.
He never looked down, at his shoes, at the grass - never once glanced at the path, just followed his feet and stared up at the clouds. Only up, always up.
Oh my - his grandmother had a terrible time feeding him. She was small, and stout, and ever-tired. But everyday she’d climb up, up, up a little ladder and drop little bits of food into his gaping mouth while he stared at the tobacco-stained roses on the ceiling.
Aha! Yes, child, that is a funny thing to do.
Just imagine - his poor old granny, wobbling around on top of a ladder.
Ahaha! Yes, yes - most amusing.
Hey, come now - you’ve barely touched my cheesecake. And I made it especially.
Yes, yes - for you, child, for you. With all those fruits look, and the soft, crumbly base.
And more - oh yes. Yes indeed, much more besides.
My other secret, hidden deep inside.
Now ...!
One day
Pay attention now.
One day, this most peculiar boy was walking through a wood. He glared up through the trees, past the branches, past the fruit, past the leaves - up, up, up into the sky, up to watch the birds, gliding overhead. The birds did call to him: ”Be careful, up-looker, you’re headed for trouble!" But the boy did not listen, and followed his feet further through the wood.
Yes, yes child. He should have listened to the birds.
As you’ll see - the birds were very wise to warn him of the danger.
But the boy - star-gazer, cloud-glancer - did not heed their warning.
Eat up now. This is the best bit:
And soon enough, the boy did find himself in trouble. He could no longer see the sky - or the trees, or the birds - only a darkness above him. A dangerous, dripping darkness that seemed to go on forever. He feet had led him astray - through some blackberry bushes -
Crammed with ripe juicy blackberries, longing to be picked, longing to be used
- and into a long, dark tunnel. The boy spun around and around, staring up at the ceiling, wishing he could see the sky again - wishing he’d listened to the birds. But with all the spinning, he had completely lost his way - he didn’t know back from front, right from left - didn’t know how to get out again.
What’s that, child?
You remember a tunnel? Past the blackberry bushes - yes, yes, very good. Very good indeed.
Ah! Pay attention now - I know you’re very sleepy, very tired, very drowsy - but the story is almost over.
So he ran. The little boy, always looking upwards, ran and ran and ran through the tunnel - desperate to see the sky again. He ran for so long - until his feet were aching, and his eyes weary of the darkness all around.
Then, suddenly, he was out in the sunshine - out again in the fresh breeze, among the tall trees, staring up into the sky. He was so relieved, so pleased - but he had no idea where he was. He’d gone all the way through the tunnel, and out the other side.
Into a new place, an unfamiliar place.
Luckily - for him-
And for me
-He could see a trail of smoke winding into the air. And he knew - there must be a house nearby, for there to be smoke. A very sensible thought indeed - and he called out: “Hello!? Is anyone there!?”
And someone very nearby replied, Hello there lad. You must be hungry after your trip through the tunnel. Come in, come in - I have something you can eat. Yes, yes, and more besides!
What child? That sounds like me?
Hmmm ... perhaps, perhaps.
Just stay awake a little longer, the tale is almost through.
And the boy was so relived, he rushed into the old man’s house - such a nice old man - and sat at the table. Now! said the old man, How about some cheesecake?
The little boy nodded - he was so hungry. He nodded, and nodded, and nodded - and he nodded so much, his head shook itself loose, and nodded right back down onto his shoulders.
Aha! Indeed, child, indeed.
No longer looking upwards.
The dream-world calls, I know. just a little longer, child - just a little longer.
The old man - with a kindly face, and great big bushy eyebrows -
What? What’s that sleepy head?
Like mine, big bushy eyebrows?
Hmmm ... perhaps, perhaps.
- slid a wonderful cheesecake across the table. With strawberries and raspberries and blackberries and blackcurrents and gooseberries and redcurrent sauce.
Tuck in, said the old man, Tuck in, child -yes, yes - and while you do, I’ll tell you a story ...