It's really good story. Would love if it have subtitle so i can show it to my younger friends ( i like make friend with children :X ) if you can make sub version i will be very graceful
Reviews for "The Tale Teller"
That was very well done and a beautiful story!
The only thing that I found funny about this was, even since I was like 4 years old several questions were asked of a what if question. One of those that came too me over and over again, in different ways, all sorts of different times in may life, all the way to now. Its funny to see this awesome Flash, because that's what the question was. A man asked when I was 4. What if you spend your whole entire life trying to achieve "something," and you "FAIL!?!" (the man was like 30-40, I had no idea why he wanted to talk to me) I asked, What do you mean? How did He or Rather I fail, by me being me? The man said will like if you invent something or needed to pass on something and its destroyed, you "fail." I looked at him and said I still want to ask HOW? He said your too young to understand. Me, Fine. I don't care, all I want is for me to be ME, and I feel very strongly with whatever I want to do in life. It will intertwine with who I am. So It doesn't matter if I so call fail. By me being me, (vibration) I will effect those around me Just By Me Being Me, like dropping a rock in water and causing ripples. The man, Ripples with a rock IS WEAK, THEY DONT MATTER!!!! (he was sweating) Me, oh really, I was told that waves here in Florida start out small, and come all the way from Africa. The man, that's totally different, and and and... he looked like he was chocking, and he was still sweating. So I continued. I like to think people are like these waves and can effect those around them or even us. Right now I see myself as a little ripple, but in time I do think I could be a wave. The man, NO!!!!! Next he said is stuff I didn't understand because they where really complex big words. (still don't remember them) But I stared at him thinking Too many big words Right by Each other. When he was done, and I was seating their quietly thinking WTF! The man, you see I'm right. Me, uummm, what does the first word you said mean. The man explained. Me, and the next one, it was a big word too. The man explained. Me, oh together that's an insult. (he was just staring at me closed mouth not saying anything with a tight face, looking like a child not wanting to apologizing) Still me, So were you Talking about Me or was it You? You didn't say that in all those big words. OH GOD DID HES FACE GET RED!!! (looked like he really wanted to kill me, he was just a big child) Then it went white. I got worried, did he have a heart attack? Do they happen that fast? Did he just Die? Me, Are you still there? Hes eyes moved back and forth. Then I go, Oh you just realized, ok. The man, what? Me, oh nothing just realized what you be thinking. The man, what? Me, what, yes I am four years old. Right? (the mans jaw dropped real slow sweating and crying, just tears thought no sound) The man, are you messing with me? Me, wait what? I'm just trying to be me. His eyes popped. He got up and walked away. I want back inside and my dad asked, so was he ok with your answer. Me, he seemed confused mostly. Wait what. What do you mean By That??? Dad, oh nothing come on in close the door. Dinner will be soon. Me, wait moms not making dinner. Dad, no shes not feeling well, I'll be making dinner. Me, oh, I'm good then. Yeah... Ummm, it was a joke. But he still got mad.
Good work!
So. Beautiful. Seriously awesome poem, can't wait for more tales. <3