The Boy in the Silent House

[Guest Delphinus]

The Boy in the Silent House

Once upon a time, there was a little boy who lived in a silent house. In this house, no one spoke or sang; nobody listened at all.

The little boy had no name, no friends and no place else to go and so, he stayed hidden in that silent house.

The boy would watch as the other children played together outside. He had tried many times to play with them but among them, there was nowhere to hide.

So, he sat by his small window, yearning for the light beyond. In his dim little room, the boy sat, in a house made of stone.

'I didn't ask to be different,' thought the boy as he closed the curtain one day. He wanted to sing, to say anything but the house was still silent so, he prayed that God would make him a bird. If he were a bird, the little boy thought that the house would be silent no more.

He sat in his room for days, for months, for years, listening to the children singing outside. He did not open the curtain once in that long time. He wanted to cry, and then he started to pray but wondered if maybe God hated him, too. Just as he began to wonder this, he heard a sweet sound from outside.

Slowly, he pulled back the curtain now covered in dust. The tree outside of his window had grown taller over the years just as the boy had done. And in the tall tree, a little blue bird was flapping its wings. The other birds had flown away but the little bird kept flapping its wings all the same.

'You are all alone; why do you keep trying?' wondered the boy. Just then, the bird rose and caught on the wind and bravely flew away.

The boy closed the curtain and stood in his silent, darkened room again. Then he pulled down the curtains and opened the door to let the in the light.

He sat there for a while, afraid of what was outside. Then, like the bird flapping its wings, he started to walk down the hall.

The hall seemed to last forever, it may take years to reach the door at the end, the boy knew but step-by-step, he walked toward that door just the same.

He still had no name and he was still in a silent house but now, the boy had a dream of his own.

And as the distant outside drew closer and closer, the boy started to sing. The silent house was no longer his home.

[Guest Sannara]

Delphinus,

Without knowing why you have shared this work, I will comment only on its very sad beginning but an exceptionally, beautiful story end. You have talent, continue. I would love to hear other thoughts and messages you may wish to share.

Huggs Dayna

[Guest]

I am so moved by this story! Thank you.

I think we lived in different rooms in the same shoe!

The Blue Bird and I, along with others from rooms in the shoe, will meet you outside when you get there. We all know the words to the same song, so we can all sing together.

Biggest hug. JodyAnn

[Guest Delphinus]

Hugs back! I'm about to post a poem that I recently submitted to a competition. Cheers. Del

[Guest miss kindheart]

Hi delphineous,

<<< hug >>>

Love the story

I am a sucker for anything with wings

:score:

vanna