Hello there! What is this thread you ask? why it's a thread all about me! ...I'm kidding.
I've told multiple stories on ZU an I thought "why not make a thread about them?" so that's what I'm doing, I have hundreds of stories either about my life experiences or legends passed down generations
I have no idea how this'll go or if people will even care but either way I will always have stories to tell, when telling stories I'll try to give light on when why and who made the stories, that reminds me as well not all stories on here are true but that's not the point.... put yourself in the mind of a child say, give your mind the ability to believe in some of these unbelievable stories as if you're in that mindset these legend will be better to hear, that's really the point of these stories, I was told them as a kid and I can tell you I would have never felt the same amount of enjoyment and happiness if told those stories now, so I invite you to at least try to pretend that these are real, however some of these stories are true, stories about my life experiences like I said and maybe my families life experiences
Now that I have that over with let's start with a short story shall we?
ah here's a good one!
Emerald Isle...is the story
This story has an interesting history behind it, it is one of our oldest stories and has been talked about around the campfire for generations
I'm sure you're sick of my babble already so let's get to it!
America, land of the free and whatnot, Great Britain, The United Kingdom, Russia and the Soviet Union, underneath all these global leaders lies little old Ireland, land of...green and...booze
ah yes all the way from Galway to Dublin the Emerald Isle stands, as the natives have fought for their country for over 800 years, but that's not what we're talking about today child not at all
they say there's a man living at the top of Mount Brandon, but to understand him you must understand the rain "ash it's a great day for the crops" the natives say, Mothers staying inside the house cleaning things, their husbands off to work with umbrellas over their heads, brothers and sisters off to the pub, young lovers shifting under their hats and coats, there was a time when a young lad asked "why do we have rain?" if you're wondering that lad is you, so let me tell ya, rain is something we all need, it grows our crops, the forest animals drink it, and some even say it's a warning that someone will attack the Emerald isle, rain was a gift from the saints above, it grows our land far across the world, in the clouds that is, the water of the rain change the way of rocks and over years created Mount Brandon
and on the top of that mountain lives a man, but to understand that man you must understand the clouds, every time I look at the clouds I think of Johnny Apple seed, why do you ask? let me tell ya, those clouds aren't clouds at all, they're apple trees, a young lad from the free lands of America, he swore that he would plant the whole planet in apple trees, including the Emerald Isle, the pink blossoms of the trees fall on to the land and are turned into water drops, so now ye understand, the clouds always appear on the top of Mount Brandon...they say a man lives there, a man who wears a red cloak and a cape out of iron, they say he has bright glowing eyes of green, and a sword as bright as the sun, do not be afraid young child, he watches over us, to protect us, he uses the power of the clouds and the rain to give us life, he watches over us from the lands of Galway and all the way to Dublin he watches over the land of Ireland, the land of green and booze, The Emerald Isle.
And so that's the story, one of the oldest in our family so the point where I don't even know how this story was made, nor do my parents or grand parents, the popular theory is that someone in our family went to America and married someone there, he or she told her or his kids about the land of Ireland and their father who lived at the top of Mount Brandon...which by the way is a real mountain, you can climb it if you want, maybe you'll find my great great great great great grandfather, but anyways that's the first story of this thread, I hope you enjoyed it and if ya didn't I hope you enjoyed laughing at it, I have no idea if anyone will care about this but I'll have a fun time telling stories either way so thank you for wasting 2 hours of your life...I'm kidding have a pint.