Khattam-Shud

The end is just the beginning Khattam-Shud, stories always connect or come from something which connect to something else 1001 days pass and the prince falls in love with the wily girl. It’s the Ocean of Stories jump in take a swim, drink a gulp of the pink strand then the green… Relive the tale first hand

The farm boy who falls in love with the princess, she hears him signing to her horses and falls in love with him they run away together on the back of a painted mare but a dragon kidnaps her. The boy searches for her high and low he finds a town robbed of his gold. He trades the princess’s horse, which is important my dear friends. Why? This horse is special it was a gift from her mom who disappeared in the night learning her three things: a locket that does not open but can, a note in a sealed bottle, and the horse. The farm boy having no idea trades this special horse for a sword to save the princess. He marches up to the cave the dragon lives. The farm boy raises his sword and yells “I will huff and puff”

What is that the wrong story I was entering into or is that the idea that stories all flow together. Did not Northrop Frye or perhaps it was Brooks (feel free to correct me my dears my memory is but average) that all stories come from somewhere, that we emulate authors before us; however, if the end is the beginning then even if we emulate those before us and recreate stories to make them our own then stories have no end only beginnings as the ocean of stories is never endings.

I am still enjoying the tickling sensation of the winding strands of stories here in the Ocean of Stories. I believe I will stay here awhile until perhaps until my skin becomes so pruney that I need to dry out along the beach and listen while a bard recites a story that no one else has heard or will hear ever again, Khattam-Shud?