Fyrsti kaflinn í nýrri sögu sem ég kalla Forgotten stories eða Gleymdu sögurnar. Ég er þar að prófa að skrifa bæði á íslensku og ensku. Ég set hér inn fyrsta kaflann á ensku en set síðan íslensku þýðinguna inn á morgun fyrir neðan þar sem hægt er að kommenta. ...........................The mysterious tent Brianna was bored. Extremely bored. The cap on her head consumed the rain who tried without prevail to get to her hair. She raised her head a little and found enjoyment as the rain licked her face. The sky was cloudy which was not unusual in Reykjavik. Even in the summers whole weeks could pass without a ray of sunlight. In the tent right next to her, sounds of awed audiences could be heard where the circus performed their tricks,. Brianna rubbed her head and took out her phone which the raindrops trickled harmlessy off. Even though she had many games she could play in it, she found herself uninterested in even the smallest of things. „Why am I here?“ she asked herself. Her friends were either too busy hanging out with their boyfriends or doing something else while she was stuck here with her family. Which by the way was no sign of. The last time she had seen them they told her they were going to see the show. The sound of people klapping and kids yelling for the circus performers to be careful only seemed to get louder. She bit her lip in annoyance and took out her ticket which her family had given her. 14.07.13 - Sunnudagur 12:00 Heima er Best. Sirkus Íslands - Volcano sirkushátíð - Tjald Eyjafjallajökull - Norræna húsið 3.000 kr. She crossed her arms. She had gone once before on the same show, but her family had insisted to see it again. Once had been enough for her and before she knew it, she had a fight with her family and was now sitting out in the rain. „Just perfect“ she thought to herself. Right when she thought she was going to die of boredoom something shone in the corner of her eye. It came from a tent which she had not noticed. Small yet somehow big it seemed out of place among the other tents. And not only that but she also had a hard time pinpointing the color on it. One time it was green and yellow, and then the next it was black and white. She rubbed her eyes. She must be more tired than she realised. Curiosity awakened in her along with a weird realization. She counted the tents in the circus. „1,2,3,4“ she mumbled quetly and moved her fingers along each tent. Seven. She counted seven. It didn´t add up. She had read that the circus of Iceland were setting up six tents in the Vatnsmýri, not seven. Many people flocked by the mysterious tent but didn´t even glance at it, even though the entrance was wide open. Nothin could be seen inside. She approached the tent carefully and peaked inside. Nothing could be seen in the abyss that was the darkness except for a candlestick which lay lifeless on the ground. She saw many outlines of things but no matter how much she squinted her eyes she could not make them out. Her heart began to thump in her chest and she took a step in. It was so dark in there that for a momen´t she felt like she was stepping into something which she couldn´t get easily out of. „Can I help you“ a light voice asked right next to her ear. Somethin tickled her neck. A small scream escaped Brianna´s lips and she turned so fast around her light brown hair seemed to float in the air for a second. Before her, with a smile on her face, stood a young woman. She was dressed in a coat that seemed to merge with the darkness around her. No wonder she could not see her before. Coiling like snakes, the long brown hair fell across the woman´s shoulders,. The grey eyes were full of something Brianna couldn´t identify. „Did I startle you?“ she asked in a teasing tone. Heat started to rise in Brianna´s cheeks. She nodded, carefully studying the ground. „I apologize“ the woman said, but she seemed more amused than sorry. „People tend to not notice me“. Brianna smiled but it didn´t reach sher eyes. She felt totally humilated. „Care to look around?“ The woman asked. „Don´t I need to let you have a ticket?“ she asked through gritted teeth. „No“ the woman said in a tone like Brianna had said something ridiculous "Why would I need a ticket? I don´t want those nor do I see why I should make people pay me for a tour. Brianna could not help herself. „Is that because you startle everyone who come in?“. The woman laughed. It was a low but a warm laugh and despite not wanting to Brianna felt a twitch in the corner of the lip. „So what is this place?“ she asked trying to change the subject. Like headlights through a fog, something shone in the woman´s eyes. Brianna wasn´t sure what it was but it couldn´t be anything good. „You could say this is a story museum“ the woman said. Brianna raised an eyebrow. „Story museum“ she repeated slowly. „In an circus?“ The woman smiled and shrugged her shoulders. „I have been in stranger places“. Brianna opened her mouth to ask why she had her tent here in all places but then closed it. There was something about the way she described the tent that set her on edce. „I hope you are not insulted but I am not particulary interested in looking at objects and reading about them“ she said. To her suprise the woman didn´t look saddened or dissapointed. But instead the smile widened. „You misunderstand This is not one of those museums. Here I tell the stories“ she said in a low tone that seemed to bounce on the hidden walls in the darkness. Brianna blinked her blue eyes, confused. This was getting stranger by the minute. It was not weird enough that there was a story museum in a middle of a circus but the woman also wanted to tell her stories. „I think i,m too old for stories“ she said and with a awkward smile she moved closer to the entrance, trying to slip away from this woman that was starting to creep her out. „My dear child“ she said in a low tone. „Do you know the difference between stories around a campfire, in books and in movies“. Her grey eyes seemed to cast some sort of spell on Brianna, because no matter how hard she tried, she could not look away. „Yes“ she answered.. „In one it is just from mouth to mouth. On the other it is on paper and the third is on screen“. The woman nodded. „You can say that the woman said but didn´t look very happy„But thats not quite the answer I was looking for“. Brianna was getting annoyed. „I,m in no mood to listen to petty stories“ she stated angrily. The woman winced at her hard tone but quickly hid her expression behind a mask. „It seems to me you still don´t understand the truth about stories.“ „What?“ Brianna asked tapping her foot. She was getting more and more angry. The woman had startled her, asked her ridicoulus questions and now seemed to be taunting her. That smile of hers got on her nervers. „Not every story is true. Most are made up“. The woman seemed not suprised by her words yet her smile seemed a bit sad. „Maybe“ she said in a low tone. „But you would be surprised by how many grain of truths are in every story“. Before Brianna could retort she continued. „I will make a deal with you. Three stories I will tell you. Three stories I have collected and if you still find the need to mock storytelling I will admit defeat. How about it?“ She seemed so serious Brianna wasn´t sure what she should do. She had no idea what the woman was going to tell her. Probably some lies about fairies and glittering stuff. She wanted no part of it. She looked at the woman, who stared at her with crossed arms and grim expression. She rubbed her forehead and sighed. She reeeally hated the circus. „Alright I will do it“ she said. „Excellent“ the woman said with a smile. That kind of smile you normally see on a kid when he manages to steal from a cookie jar. She took her hand and shook it up and down so hard Brianna thought it might rip off. „Follow me“ she said and picked up the candlestick. Tthe matches hissed unaprovingly as she lit them. Raising the candlestick high into the air she carried it into the darkness with Brianna following her. The more she got into the tent the stronger the smell of old stuff got. She saw coffins that seemed not to have been cleaned in years. Dolls that seemed to have been tossed away and pictures hanging down from the ceiling. She even saw a soup dish on a pedestal. She tried not touch anything but it was easier said than done. Everything was so close to each other it was like going through a really narrow maze. The cocwebs were everywhere and she sneezed couple of times from the dust. She was so busy watching the things on display she did not see when the woman stopped. With a loud thump she hit her back. She rubbed her sore nose and peered over the woman´s shoulder. In front of them, lit up by the dim candlelight was a robot. Tall and rusty he stood out among the other things on display. Claws which Brianna thought might be fingers stretched out out of the paw. The arms were huge and the head even bigger. Wires and screws could be seen everywhere, pouring like snakes out of the body. Yet where the mouth should have been was a giant tape. Brianna raised an eyebrow. „Why is there a tape over its mouth?“. The smile on the woman´s face shrank and the eyes became downcast.. „Yes why is a tape tape over its mouth?“ she asked in a teasing tone but Brianna could hear that her heart was not in it. „What compells people to do the things they do? It is fascinating to think about isn´t it?“ She asked. Brianna had no idea what he was talking about. „But robots are not people“ she answered. The woman´s eyes widened for a second but then closed. The smile was no where to be seen. „And that my dear“ she said, „is where you are completely wrong“
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