Prologue of Tales Told by princesswanderer, literature
Literature
Prologue of Tales Told
Prologue
Hood, the sister city of the capital, was once said to be the most wonderful place in all of Borderland. It stood on the Northeastern peninsula of the continent. Far from the Faery Land on the western border, the people of Hood were safe from the magical creatures and otherwise that lurk in the west. Hood was also a profitable trade city because its proximity to the ports that lined the shore of the Edge Sea. The traders paid a great deal for fey merchandise for there was none in their far, far away land. Most importantly, the male heir of the founding Hood family was legendarily handsome.
The young Duchess of the West Wood provin
Tales Told: Chapter One by princesswanderer, literature
Literature
Tales Told: Chapter One
Chapter One
“Rosetta, it’s time to wake up,” another loud rap on the door, “It’s Goodie Day, so dress in your best clothes and be ready to go into the woods with your father,” Mrs. Ryding called on the other side of the sliding door. She spoke as if her eldest daughter rarely went up the mountains and stayed at home tending the garden like her sister. Instead, Red did the work of a son, hiking the trails of the mountain range helping cut timber for the city of Hood with her father. It was always quite amusing to Red how her mother would try to act as if Red was a normal girl as if pretending she was would
The day I fell down the rabbit hole by b3ccab, literature
Literature
The day I fell down the rabbit hole
The day I fell down the rabbit hole
Oh, gosh. Why did this have to happen to me? Why?
How did this happen to me? One minuet I was strolling down the Dog Park then BAM! I’m trapped in a magical world of crazy.
Okay, here is exactly happened. It was Friday, I was celebrating a greatly deserved victory over the dreaded homework and my mother was super tired from watching my little sister. She was crabbier than Mr. Crabs and my jumping around the living room seemed to upset her. So she told me to go for a nice long walk at the dog park (well, more like she yelled). So I took my skinny little legs and bolted out the door to the cold abys
Once upon a time there was a very poor servant and his wife. They had no children, and longed to have one. They lived in a very poor village but next to them dwelt a very wealthy widow, who had a very rich and beautiful garden. This widow was said to have killed her husband to obtain magic power. The people of the village feared her and called her an enchantress. Though she had no real magic the stories drove her to insanity and she began to believe that she really was a witch. And so she built a wall which surrounded her from the outside world. To acquire food she began grow many vegetables and herbs, and even grew a long stemmed herb, local
The club was everything. It was money, freedom, life and so much more. Our childhood home was nothing. Our mother died when Alex was a baby, and our father five years later, leaving us with a wicked stepmother and an ugly stepsister.
It was my fault Cara was ugly. I was an angry child, prone to rages, and one day I slammed her face-first into a glass-fronted cabinet. I don't remember what she'd done to upset me, but whatever it was, it left her with a scar down the left side of her face and a glass eye.
My stepmother didn't do anything bad enough to get us taken out of her care, but nor
Oh, let me cut away this golden hair!
Let me be the woman that I could,
And live the wild existence of the bear.
What thrills and dangers might await me there?
I grow so tired of constantly being good!
Oh, let me cut away this golden hair.
A little girl - sweet, virginal and fair -
But now I give up doing what I should,
And live the wild existence of the bear.
They caution me far more than I can bear!
You drive me mad, my dear Red Riding Hood.
Oh, let me cut away this golden hair.
Think how my doting parents would despair
To see their little girl flee to the wood,
And live the wild existence of the bear!
For years I only dreame
Read Artist's Comments First
You have heard many stories about me,
some are true
and some are
well
truer.
In all my stories you only call me one thing.
Sometimes that one thing has more than one name
and there was that one time
when you called me the completely wrong name,
but still,
Ive only got one name.
Its a name I captured,
I was never issued one like you were.
So perhaps thats where Ill start my tale.
My true tale.
For years,
decades,
maybe even centuries,
Ive been no older than I wanted to be.
Take her away, Peter by caite-bookworm, literature
Literature
Take her away, Peter
Take her away, Peter.
something about these stories
they seem so real for dear Wendy;
such a lovely fairytale.
Take her away, Peter.
"You must be a lady" her father barks
but adulthood will last so long
her childhood is quickly fleeting
Take her away, Peter.
there she sits night after night
gazing to the stars
to a world she wishes exists.
Take her away, Peter.
she wakes to the tinkering of a small bell.
a boys' shadow stretches across the wall
but where is he?
Take her away, Peter.
speaking as though he knows her heart
Wendy hears of a world she need never worry
never having to grow up.
Take her away, Peter.
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