Comparing my imagination to my pictures is like comparing salt to cartoons while being on acid... I wonder how normal people think of ideas when they need them. They all looked better in my head... Hey, maybe writing a short story will help me!!! (Eh?)
Once upon a time, many years ago... In an alternate universe there were magical creatures that fed off sounds and noises. They were feared by humans and animals alike. If you were to tread in their territory you must remember never to speak, peep, or utter a sound around them or they would steal your voice... But the humans that lived in this place loved to sing and over the years they and their home fell victim to the creatures. Their land no longer had sound and most of the humans had lost their voices along with their hope, for what was a life of harmonies without a voice. One day a child was born who did not have a voice. As he aged he wondered why his people were always so sad. His mother whispered him the story of the creatures that stole their hopes and hymns, she dared not speak too loud or the creatures would steal her voice as well... The boy with no voice decided to journey into the forests to seek the creatures. Within their nest he discovered a world of music that filled his ears; unfamiliar voices and noises he had never heard before. He listened to the wind blow against the leaves in the trees and the grass crinkle beneath his feet. Around him small beings slept in the sounds and noises. It seemed they weren't eating the sounds, they were collecting them! He went to a nearby tree and removed a branch and carved a small instrument from it; a flute. He blew into the flute and began to make music. The creatures looked toward him curiously as he played the flute. They danced and bobbed their heads to his music. He told the story of his people with his music, how they used to be happy, how they used to sing and dance... But now neither sing nor speak. One creature, probably the leader, pitied him and issued a deal. If he agreed to visit the forest every week to play them a song, they would return all of the sounds to the people. The boy agreed and began making many different instruments and played music for them. The creatures took a deep breath and inhaled the stolen sounds and voices. They wandered to the town where the creatures were about to return the voices, but the people attacked and killed the creatures... The people's voices were trapped forever inside the creatures' bodies and the people threw the corpses into a dry well. But even without their voices returned, the boy played his music, and each day would play a song to the well... Years passed and the well collected all the music the boy had played it, and even now if you journey to this hidden world and turn the well’s crank, you may hear the songs of the past.
Ahh... that was stupid....
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