Real Life Story

 A Tiny House on The Hill

Author: Barbara Mattson
Illustrator: Barbelo Creations




Copyright © 2024 by Barbara Mattson (aka Barbelo)
All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the  publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. and Canadian copyright laws.  


    Once upon a time, nestled amidst the rolling hills and lush green valleys, there lived a young girl named Elora. Her tiny house on the hill stood like a solitary lighthouse with its quaint charm accented by the natural beauty that surrounded it. 

    Elora was as enchanting as her surroundings. She had long, golden hair that glimmered in the sun and a lovely plump face with blue eyes and a big smile. 

    Elora’s days were dedicated to the art of storytelling. She was an artist, a wordsmith, and a natural when it came to crafting her  enriching tales.




    Her home was adorned with shelves of books that whispered her  secrets and dreams. The walls bore artwork from her imagination  that were vivid and beautiful. Her small study was her comfy haven,  where her stories and artistic creations were born. With each stroke  of her pen and her brush, she breathed life into each of her  characters and their worlds. Crafting her visions that included life  lessons, love, and laughter. 

    Yet, a deep sadness sometimes covered her heart. Elora longed  to share her stories with the world, but her remote home provided no  means to do so. Her tiny house was far from the bustling towns and  cities where the world's seekers of great stories resided. With no  internet connection or postal service, her tales remained imprisoned  within the pages of her notebooks.


    
    One bright morning, Elora stood on her doorstep, gazing across  the wide emerald valley.   The sunbeams painted a new path before her, showing her a  promise of adventure beyond her sheltered life. It was then that an  idea fluttered through her mind. She would send her stories into the  world in an extraordinary way. She would create her tales onto paper  airplanes, giving them wings to soar across the landscape, seeking  readers who would appreciate their magic. 

    Over the weeks that followed, Elora poured her heart into her  stories, each carefully transcribed onto the sheets of delicate white  paper. With her great imagination she wrote each story then folded  them into intricate paper airplanes.


    She kissed each one with a whisper of her hopes and dreams  and sent them off with the winds to reach kindred souls. With a hopeful heart, she stepped outside, her basket filled with  the precious paper airplanes and their stories. One by one, she  launched them into the wind, making a wish after each one. They danced and fluttered in the strong breezes, spiraling like birds  seeking new horizons. The rolling hills and valleys, which had been  her silent companion for so long, watched her dreams take flight. 



    Days turned into weeks, and Elora continued to send her stories  into the world. She wondered if her unconventional method of sharing  her tales would ever reach anyone. Her heart grew heavy with doubt.

    Then one evening, as she watched the sun dip below the  horizon, a stranger appeared at her doorstep. He held one of her  paper airplanes in his hand and gave her a gentle smile from his warm  inviting face. He had been hiking through the hills when her paper  airplane story had landed at his very feet. 

    Touched by her tales of magic and wonder, the stranger had  sought her out as they shared a cup of tea in her home. He spoke of  how these stories stretched beyond the pages of simple paper  airplanes and into his heart. Elora realized that her stories had found a way to bridge the gap between her solitary life and the world.



    From that day on, travelers and explorers worldwide sought out  Elora’s inspiring stories. They all came from distant lands, and she, in  turn, shared more with them, creating a bond that transcended the  boundaries of her now special life. 

    Elora’s tiny house was no longer a lonely home but became a  great beacon of light, creativity and connection. This is where stories  were not only written but also lived. With her golden hair, glistening  like the embers of a newfound passion, Elora continued to create her  tales. She knew that they had finally found their way into the world,  carried by the winds of magic and hope that resided in the hearts of  kindred souls. 




THE END




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