And that is the end of our tale. They lived happily ever after.
Wait! Don’t click off the website! The story may have ended, but we have only just met. Just please don’t! Stay for a little while and hear me out. I promise it will be worth your time.
Phew, I really dodged a bullet there. If you are still reading this, thank you for staying. I really did not want to go back on the shelf. Not now. Not yet. It’s pretty lonely when you’re just one of many on a page. It’s dark and ear piercingly quiet; being squished between so many articles. Terrible place to be, really. Especially when you have claustrophobia.
But you decided to open up this page! You could have been reading sports or entertainment, but you decided to get to know me. From the corners of the webpage, you have brought me forward into the light. You saved me from that cramped mess of a website. That is why you shouldn’t click out. I don’t want to go back there. I would rather be deleted and taken off the page than go back there.
Anyways let’s get to know each other. How have you been? What’s your name, dear reader? Are you a student? A parent perusing the school paper? What’s your favorite color? Mine is blue. Wait no, yellow. Wait actually- I like all the colors! Who are you?
“Who are you?” you may be asking. Let me introduce myself.
Salutations! I am the narrator of a story that never started. Ha! A narrator without a story to narrate; that’s ironic. Does that make me truly a narrator? On an empty stage with no actors and no set, I suppose the narrator must provide the role of the main character as well. Maybe I should have listened to my mother and become a car salesman instead. It sure pays better than being words on a page.
A narrator of a story that never started. Are we really to be defined by what we can provide? Doctor. Lawyer. Adventurer. Narrator. We are so much more than that. We enjoy nature, art, and music. We have favorites, and least favorites. If there is a person next to you, I am sure they have a favorite color. I am sure your mother has a favorite song. Your best friend has a favorite food. The author- the person who created me has a favorite musical artist. (It’s Hozier, if you’re curious. She’s actually listening to it right now.)
So listen to me, dear reader, ask someone what their favorite color is. Ask them what they are listening to. Don’t let them become another unopened article on a page. Bring them into the light and take just a quick glance.
I….I think I am ready for the curtain to fall on this empty stage. Thank you for staying and writing this story with me. Thanks for opening this page and bringing me into the light. Thank you for finding out my favorite color. I had never thought about it before. I think I am ready to return to the dark, cramped corners of the webpage.
As I take my final bow, all I can say is…
Salutations, dear reader. Farewell.