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17th October 2014

‘I heard you, Jack,’ he whispered in a voice like the wind. ‘I heard you trip-trapping over my bridge. And now I’m going to eat your life.’
I was only seven, but it was daylight, and I do not remember being scared. It is good for children to find themselves facing the elements of a fairy tale – they are well equipped to deal with these.
‘Don’t eat me,’ I said to the troll. I was wearing a stripy brown T-shirt, and brown corduroy trousers. My hair also was brown, and I was missing a front tooth. I was learning to whistle between my teeth, but wasn’t there yet.
‘I’m going to eat your life, Jack,’ said the troll.
I stared the troll in the face. ‘My big sister is going to be coming down the path soon,’ I lied, ‘and she’s far tastier than me. Eat her instead.’
from Troll Bridge, a short story in Smoke and Mirrors by neil-gaiman
Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 |  Guimarães, Portugal. ‘I heard you, Jack,’ he whispered in a voice like the wind. ‘I heard you trip-trapping over my bridge. And now I’m going to eat your life.’
I was only seven, but it was daylight, and I do not remember being scared. It is good for children to find themselves facing the elements of a fairy tale – they are well equipped to deal with these.
‘Don’t eat me,’ I said to the troll. I was wearing a stripy brown T-shirt, and brown corduroy trousers. My hair also was brown, and I was missing a front tooth. I was learning to whistle between my teeth, but wasn’t there yet.
‘I’m going to eat your life, Jack,’ said the troll.
I stared the troll in the face. ‘My big sister is going to be coming down the path soon,’ I lied, ‘and she’s far tastier than me. Eat her instead.’
from Troll Bridge, a short story in Smoke and Mirrors by neil-gaiman
Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 |  Guimarães, Portugal.

‘I heard you, Jack,’ he whispered in a voice like the wind. ‘I heard you trip-trapping over my bridge. And now I’m going to eat your life.’

I was only seven, but it was daylight, and I do not remember being scared. It is good for children to find themselves facing the elements of a fairy tale – they are well equipped to deal with these.

‘Don’t eat me,’ I said to the troll. I was wearing a stripy brown T-shirt, and brown corduroy trousers. My hair also was brown, and I was missing a front tooth. I was learning to whistle between my teeth, but wasn’t there yet.

‘I’m going to eat your life, Jack,’ said the troll.

I stared the troll in the face. ‘My big sister is going to be coming down the path soon,’ I lied, ‘and she’s far tastier than me. Eat her instead.’

from Troll Bridge, a short story in Smoke and Mirrors by neil-gaiman


Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 |  GuimarãesPortugal.

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17th October 2014

Hide your memories in mythology and they’ll be cast into stone
Esconde tus recuerdos en la mitología y se cincelarán en la piedra
Agocha as tuas lembranzas na mitoloxía e esculpiranse na pedra
Gracias a ciscandocinza por a traducion
Museu de Alberto Sampaio Guimarães, Braga Portugal Hide your memories in mythology and they’ll be cast into stone
Esconde tus recuerdos en la mitología y se cincelarán en la piedra
Agocha as tuas lembranzas na mitoloxía e esculpiranse na pedra
Gracias a ciscandocinza por a traducion
Museu de Alberto Sampaio Guimarães, Braga Portugal

Hide your memories in mythology and they’ll be cast into stone

Esconde tus recuerdos en la mitología y se cincelarán en la piedra

Agocha as tuas lembranzas na mitoloxía e esculpiranse na pedra

Gracias a ciscandocinza por a traducion


Museu de Alberto Sampaio Guimarães, Braga Portugal

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