Stories 1 2 3… 5… TEST! E-Book

Marcello Bonacquisto

• Herausgeber: Youcanprint Self-Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

A treasure chest can be many different shapes, colours and materials. Some have a padlock with a little key, to guard secrets and memories. But there's a special kind of treasure chest that holds the emotions of a life. It's words, written on sheets of paper that yellow with time; words found by chance one day in an attic, which bring straight to mind the days when the Author was still a child.Page by page, from old exercise books discovered in the attic, short made-up tales appear, balanced somewhere between reality and fiction. But anything is possible. Words themselves are magic boxes because they have the power to contain dreams, fears, hopes, pain, love, passion, rage... In such tiny squiggles, straight lines, doodles in smudged ink, there's a whole world. Especially if it's a child who writes them.

Leseprobe

Stories 1 2 3… 5… TEST!

by

Marcello

INDEX

Foreword

Level One

Level Two

New Level

Level Four

Level Five

Bonus.

Boomerang

The Pointsmen

Ötzi

Evening dialogue between husband and wife

Almost contact

Foreword

A treasure chest can be many different shapes, colours and materials. Some have a padlock with a little key, to guard secrets and memories. But there's a special kind of treasure chest that holds the emotions of a life. It's words, written on sheets of paper that yellow with time; words found by chance one day in an attic, which bring straight to mind the days when the Author was still a child.

Page by page, from old exercise books discovered in the attic, short made-up tales appear, balanced somewhere between reality and fiction. But anything is possible. Words themselves are magic boxes because they have the power to contain dreams, fears, hopes, pain, love, passion, rage... In such tiny squiggles, straight lines, doodles in smudged ink, there's a whole world. Especially if it's a child who writes them.

What the Author has found is in fact a scattering of notes he wrote when he was a little boy; there's no exact date, perhaps he was still at primary school. But that's irrelevant. Words don't have a date, they just need to be read to come back to life.

Children have the ability to see the world through different eyes. For them, nothing's truer than fantasy, and dreams are possibilities; it's enough to wish, and it comes true. What a child writes can sometimes be incomprehensible for an adult, and sometimes you have to become a child again to understand.

Word by word, at first the notes may seem confused, muddled, without a logical order. But what logic does the heart have? Rational and irrational are two sides of the same coin; sometimes one prevails, sometimes the other. It's hard to walk the line between rational and irrational.

We'd be like a tightrope walker, clutching a pole, balancing precariously and advancing one step at at time. Without looking down. Never letting our gaze fall. You need to look ahead to move forward, you can't stay holding onto the ground, you have to rise up towards the sky, where you can see dreams up close, and even reach out and touch them.

"You're in the middle of the Pacific Ocean lying on a raft, you feel the breeze caressing you, you're warmed by the sun and rocked by the waves, above you little sheep-shaped clouds chase each other across the sky. They look like a small flock, you watch them trot by, one after another, more and more of them until they block the light and obscure the horizon. Now they change colour: from pure white they turn pale grey, getting darker until they turn into droplets of water that cool you; the waves get stronger, it feels like you're on a merry-go-round. The idyllic picture of a few minutes ago has turned into a tropical storm that has you riding the waves like a surfer, the endless ocean seems to be a vast amusement park where time passes in carefree diversion..."

In my old exercise books, faded with time and unearthed by chance from long-forgotten boxes in the cellar, I discovered some notes that belong to my childhood, randomly scrawled words and sentences whose meaning was often obscure and sometimes decidedly puerile. There are no dates to show when they were written, but certain phrases make it clear to me that they were from a very early age, almost certainly while I was still at primary school.

Are you ready to start? Do you think you can take the pace, reach the end before you collapse with palpitations, finally overcome all obstacles to reach the desired goal?

I'll put you to the test, but have no fear: you'll be safe, I'll be right there with you to guide you step by step through the wanderings of fantasy. You'll discover unimaginable things, you'll be incapable of distinguishing the real from the unreal.

And now, enough yakking! Let's get straight into the fantastic world of