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Love Letter ?

By : Story Liner
When that day I hear your voice
I have some special feeling
Your alluring stare and voice
You are always on my mind
Even though I just can think about you
I'm sure, one day this feeling will come true
This could be love
I know you're far away
But I don't care how far
I will make this dream of mine come true
Is to stay by your side, even every day has storm
All I need is you, I miss you, you are the world to me I'm dreaming on
I want to love you...
But.. I know that there are distance between us, time separate us, we're not destined to be together...
If the past and future both decide to disappear, do you think that then I'd be able to forget you ?
If I pick my love for you, would I be able to go back ? To the time when I never know you ?
If I could one day hear every song that you heard
Breath everything you breathed, feel everything you felt
If I could be your eyes and see the world like you did, then...

Maybe, if God give me the second chance to meet you...
Then maybe, I could love you the way I've always wanted to

by : admin-leo

A Legend of the Northland

By : Story Liner
Away, away in the Northland, Where the hours of the day are few, And the nights are so long in winter They cannot sleep them through;
Where they harness the swift reindeer To the sledges, when it snows; And the children look like bears' cubs In their funny, furry clothes;
They tell them a curious story-- I don't believe 'tis true; And yet you may learn a lesson If I tell the tale to you.
Once, when the good Saint Peter Lived in the world below, And walked about it, preaching, Just as he did, you know,
He came to the door of a cottage, In travelling round the earth, Where a little woman was making cakes And baking them on the hearth;
And being faint with fasting, For the day was almost done, He asked her from her store of cakes To give him a single one.
So she made a very little cake, But as it baking lay, She looked at it, and thought it seemed Too large to give away.
Therefore she kneaded another, And still a smaller one, But it looked, when she turned it over, As large as the first had done.
Then she took a tiny scrap of dough, And rolled and rolled it flat; And baked it as thin as a wafer-- But she couldn't part with that.
For she said, "My cakes that seem too small, When I eat them myself, Are yet too large to give away." So she put them on the shelf.
Then the good Saint Peter grew angry, For he was hungry and faint; And surely such a woman Was enough to provoke a saint.
And he said, "You are far too selfish To dwell in a human form, To have both food and shelter, And fire to keep you warm.
"Now, you shall build as the birds do, And shall get your scanty food By boring, and boring, and boring, All day in the hard dry wood."
Then up she went through the chimney, Never speaking a word, And out of the top flew a woodpecker, For she was changed to a bird.
She had a scarlet cap on her head, And that was left the same, But all the rest of her clothes were burned Black as a coal in the flame.
And every country schoolboy Has seen her in the wood; Where she lives in the trees till this very day, Boring and boring for food.
And this is the lesson she teaches: Live not for yourself alone, Lest the needs you will not pity Shall one day be your own.
Give plenty of what is given you, Listen to pity's call; Don't think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small.
Now, my little boy, remember that, And try to be kind and good, When you see the woodpecker's sooty dress, And see her scarlet hood.
You mayn't be changed to a bird, though you live As selfishly as you can; But you will be changed to a smaller thing-- A mean and a selfish man.

Created by : Phoebe Cary
Posted By: Admin-Foztine
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The Pied Piper of Hamelin

By : Story Liner
Once upon a time there was a town called Hamelin. Hamelin was a prosperous town. It was a port town on the River Weser.
Barges full of corn would come down the River Weser and unload at Hamelin. There were silos full of corn in Hamelin.
Barges full of wheat would come up the River Weser and unload at Hamelin. There were silos full of wheat in Hamelin.
With the silos full of corn and wheat came mills for grinding the corn and wheat, bakeries for baking bread and cakes, shops for selling the bread and cakes and, of course, people for eating. The people were so prosperous and busy loading and unloading, milling, baking and eating that they didn't notice all the litter and rubbish that was accumulating in the streets and, of course, with the rubbish came the rats.
There were rats everywhere in Hamelin - rats in the corn silos, rats in the wheat silos, rats in the bakeries, rats in the shops, rats in the streets, and rats in the houses. The rats bred and grew and grew and bred and soon there were so many rats that life became quite miserable for the citizens of Hamelin. They couldn't bake a cake, take a bath, or sleep in their beds without the rats joining in. The rats even nibbled on the ears of babies sleeping in their cots.
Something had to be done.
The people of Hamelin made their way to the Town Square and knocked on the big brass doors of the Town Hall and demanded to know what the Lord Mayor was doing about the rats. The Lord Mayor appeared on the balcony in his black robes and gold chains and made a speech.
"Good citizens of Hamelin you may rest assured that what needs to be done is being done. Don't you worry about that."
The good citizens of Hamelin weren't too sure about that but they went home to their houses to see what would be done. But nothing was done. There was just as much rubbish in the streets and just as many rats in the mills, the bakeries, the shops and the houses. In fact there were more rats. The rats kept growing and breeding and breeding and growing and eating and eating and eating.
They ate anything they could get their teeth on. Nothing or no one was safe from the rats.
The people were angry and marched to the Town Square and pounded on the big brass doors and demanded to know exactly what the Lord Mayor was going to do. When no Lord Mayor appeared on the balcony. The people started to chant -
"No rats!" "No rats!" "No rats!" "No rats!"
Finally the Lord Mayor appeared on the balcony in his black robes and gold chains and announced somewhat nervously that he had a definite plan of action.
"Good citizens of Hamelin you will pleased to know that I, the Lord Mayor, have given orders that a large hole in the ground will be dug on the outskirts of Hamelin and into that hole will be swept all of the rubbish in the streets and all of the rats that can be found and killed. Soon Hamelin will be clean and clear of rats."
Soon the large hole in the ground was full of stinking rubbish and the bodies of dead rats and hurriedly covered over with dirt. But it was not enough, there were too many rats in too many hiding places all over the town and too much food for them in the silos and bakeries and shops and houses and they grew and bred and bred and grew just as fast as before. And now with the rats came a plague of fleas. And with the fleas came a strange sickness. Some children and old people had already died. A plague was on Hamelin!
As you can imagine the people of Hamelin were even angrier. They marched once more to the town square. Each of them carried with them a dozen dead rats as proof of the failure of the Lord Mayors plan. They threw the rats in a pile in the middle of the square and from a pole they hung an effigy that looked remarkably like the Lord Mayor in his black robes and his gold chains. They started chanting -
"No Rats or no Mayor!" "No Rats or no Mayor!" "No Rats or no Mayor!"
When the Lord Mayor did come out on his balcony, he was surrounded by his Councillors and he announced rather nervously that the council had, in view of the rather desperate situation, agreed to offer a magnificent reward of one thousand gold guilders to any person who could rid the town of the rats.
The very next day a stranger appeared in Hamelin. He was different to everyone else. His clothes were colourful and seemed to come from many different places. He wore a hat covered with feathers and shells and bones. From a long scarf hung a silver pipe.
The stranger followed the carts up from the port and he saw the silos full of corn and the silos full of wheat and the mills and bakeries and shops and houses and people and rubbish and the rats.
He walked quietly to the Town Square and knocked on the big brass doors of the Town Hall. He told the Mayor and his councillors that, for a thousand gold guilders, he could rid Hamelin of the rats that infested it. The Mayor enthusiastically agreed and the Pied Piper stepped outside.
He stood in the Square and looked quietly around. He took a deep breath and blew a note on his silver pipe that spoke to the rats of far off places, of woods and forests and rocks and mountains. He blew another note that spoke to the rats of foxes and wolves with sharp teeth and hawks and eagles with cruel talons. He blew a third note and all of the rats in Hamelin started to scurry towards the Pied Piper. They scurried out of doors, out of the windows, out of drains and out of holes. They scurried down the lanes and streets towards the square. Now the Pied Piper started to play a dancing tune and he danced out of the square and the rats followed along behind. They moved out of the town and towards the port. At the river side the Piper stopped and he placed just one toe in the water and, as he continued playing, the rats continued dancing across the wharves and into the river. Rats by their thousands danced out of the town, across the wharves and splashed into the river where they were drowned. When the last one had disappeared beneath the waters of the Weser, the Pied Piper stopped.
He stood quietly looking at the water for a while and then turned and walked back to the Town Square. The good people of Hamelin were celebrating the victory against the rats. At last they were free of the pestilence. The Lord Mayor and all of his Councillors were up on their balcony slapping each other on the back and making speeches. The Pied Piper waited for a quiet space and asked for his one thousand gold guilders.
The Mayor called out so everyone could hear, "A thousand gold guilders? How could you have possibly earned a thousand gold guilders? Why, everyone saw how, while the rats were drowning themselves in the river, all you did was dance about and play on that silly little pipe of yours. Here, be satisfied with forty guilders and think your self lucky at that."
To the shame of the people of Hamelin they agreed with their Mayor and laughed at the Pied Piper as he walked quietly out of the town.
The next day was a religious feast and all of the adults were in the church as he walked back into the town. He stood quietly for a while in the Town Square and then took a breath and played a note that spoke to the children of far away places, clean air and sparking rivers. He blew another note that spoke to the children of fun and games and whales and dolphins and bright coloured parrots. He blew a third note and all of the children started to run and jump and skip out of the houses towards the Town Square. As they ran and jumped and skipped towards him the Pied Piper started to dance out of the square towards the port.
The adults in the church heard all of the children go past and they rushed out of the church to see what was happening. They called out to the children to stop and to come back but it was like they could no longer hear their parents' voices. The parents were relieved when they saw the Pied Piper turn away from the river and dance with the children towards the mountain. Their relief turned to horror though when a small door appeared in the side of the mountain and first the Pied Piper and then the children started to run and jump and skip inside.
The parents ran up to stop them but it was too late. All of the children, bar one boy who was hopping along on crutches and couldn't keep up, disappeared inside the mountain and the small door slammed shut so tightly that no one could tell exactly where it had been.
The people raced up with shovels and picks and started furiously digging holes in the mountain side but it was all to no avail.
The small boy on crutches tried to tell them of the sounds of far away places, clean air and sparking rivers and fun and games and whales and dolphins and bright coloured parrots but no one seemed able to hear.
In time the people got over their shock and life started to go on again. Barges full of corn came down the River Weser and unloaded at Hamelin. Soon there were silos full of corn once again in Hamelin.
Barges full of wheat came up the River Weser and unloaded at Hamelin. There were silos full of wheat once again in Hamelin but they never forgot the Pied Piper and they always paid their debts in full and on time.


By: Admin-Foztine
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