Im writting a fairy tale (childrens) about a young girl that dances in the village square. She is very talented, and is asked to dance for the King. When the King asks how she got so talented, she does not answer. The king then sends out a reward for anyone who can figure out why she cannot speak (She can). A young runaway prince hears about this reward for 1000 gold peices. The young prince ran away from home because his mother wouldnt let him marry who he wanted to unless he found someone she found suitable. Well, their was no one in his kingdom, so he went out elsewhere and became a theif to survive.’
Anyway, so he hears of this and is determained to figure out why the girl doesnt speak. He asks her if she even can, and she nods her head, yes. Well, he follows her home one day, where she lives with a small clan of witches who are wanted for being so. she brings home food and money from dancing. And he begins to understand why she doesnt speak to anyone. When he doesnt leave her alone, she finally starts warming up to him, but still doesnt speak.
Eventually, he finds out he loves her and she realizes that she loves him back. But she still doesnt speak. He brings her home to marry her, but his mother doesnt approve and she is thrown away in the dongeon. She dances in the cell, and the guards like how she dances, so they let her out into the court yard where she dances on chains. The mother watches, but still doesnt approve.
The King then visits her one day when the prince isnt, and asks her why she doesnt plead to leave, to go back home. She speaks the four little words he wasnt expecting. “Because I love him.” she stays because she loves him and if she goes home, she would never see the prince again. The Queen finds her to be real, and sets her free. They live happily ever after.
So if you guys could help me with the problem of WHY she doesnt speak…that would be great. And yes, she CAN speak, she just..doesnt. So its not like the witches she lives with put a spell on her or anything. Thanks, I really appreciate it guys! Oh and if you want to change anything, add anything or just criticize…I would love it. Thanks!
Forget I ever said ‘HE BEGINS TO REALIZE WHY SHE DOESNT SPEAK’ because he really doesnt. heh…oopsies! :/
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I got this really great idea from Yahoo answers to be a spa princess. I like that idea a lot, but I’m looking for something a little more dressy. I was thinking some sort of fairy, bumble bee, or butterfly (maybe a cheerleader). Pretty much something I can wear with a knee length dress. If you have any links for cute teen costumes too, that would be great! I’m trying to keep this under $60.00 though (since I’ll only be wearing it once. lol) Thanks.
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FAIRY TALE 2000
The precious little princess is out running with the dogs;
She’s had her share of princes, but she’s still kissing frogs.
The Queen is at her mirror, lost in vanity of reflections;
The King is on his cell-phone, making some new connections.
The throne room is in shambles, the dungeons are overfilled-
The rats never hunger, they are fed daily on fresh kill.
They gather at the gallows, preparing for the feast;
They have the royal blessing for disposing of the meat.
How fine the silks and satins spin to music as they dance,
How hypnotic the words of the bard with his talents for romance,
How generously flowing the wine and merriment.
While all of the forgotton suffer from a kingdom negligent.
Off into the forest runs the Unicorn.
His spirit is the purest, for he was never born.
The princess spies his shadow, lifts her head, then blinks and nods-
She’sbeen out chasing dragons and no one seems to find it odd.
Prince Charming brings her White Horse, rides her ’til she drops,
As she lives out a fairy tale that she only wants to STOP!
Once a time ago, in the land of Azalea, there was a fairy named Bella. She was very different from all the fairies. She was very young for a fairy; she was about 25 years old. She dressed herself in a yellow dress. Bella always had a smile on her face and she symbolized beauty, life, and strength. Most of the other fairies were full of greed. That was not a good trait at all. Every Monday all of the fairies would have a meeting. This meeting described who they would be assigned to and since Bella was a beginner she would be doing simple jobs. Bella got up out of bed and brushed her hair brushed her teeth, made her bed and took a shower, then got dressed. She ate before she left. It was a Monday night and Bella so left her house to go to the meeting. While Bella was flying there, she and got lost. She suddenly saw a stranger and asked him for his help. He said “sure I’ll help you, just follow me.’ Bella listened and followed the stranger on different paths and then he went into the woods. Who would have knew these woods held a magical spell, which allowed them to hold objects in and hold them for hours. Bella followed but suddenly got frightened of the dark. This stranger disappeared and Bella was so scared she sat in a tree. She didn’t know what to do and she was lost. There was no light anywhere! What a shame, if only she listened to her mother by not talking to strangers. She knew it was getting later and later. Four hours passed, and she heard the noises of crickets and the birds chirping. She heard bees buzzing and wolves barking. She knew the only way to get out of there was to look for an exit. She followed north until she turned right. Then she didn’t see any light, so she flew west. At last she found the light and she flew up. She flew above the trees and higher than birds could fly. She flew all the way to meeting. She saw the stranger there seated in the first row. He abused the powers he had to get her lost and confuse her. She still got an easy job; she arrived there only 15 minutes late. She was lucky this time.
Anything I should add, any other ideas?
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I’ve posted this before but I just want a little more answers. I’m 15 and I was just doing a few paragraphs to kill some time. I got the idea of a story from a fairy’s (actually Im not sure what she is yet) point of view.
I was pleased to wake up with the moonlight on my face. It was partly covered with cloud so the view was just right. I like how we can see the moon without the light being a strain on our eyes. Clever, right?
Under the beech tree was certainly the ideal place to sleep. The thick branches spread out symmetrically all the way to the top so it looked like a tree in a painting. On one side of it the trunk had hollowed out considerably, therefore it was in this mini – cave that I resided. I called it the burrow.
It wasn’t a big forest, you can guess that from its name Minor woods. Great things come in small doses, certainly true in many cases.
I felt as I did every night; revitalized, refreshed, rejuvenated.
I climbed out of the burrow, leaving a few leaves and traces of earth on me. A slight wind blew a welcoming breeze into my face. I giggled as the leaves at my feet swirled and tickled my toes.
I stretched and quickly made the two minute walk to the small stream nearby. It runs down from some rocks at first and then continues down though the rest of the forest floor. Where I went it was only about five foot wide.
It lay peacefully in the dim light of the moon. When I had first come to Minor woods the stream was covered with algae and was swarming with flies. I cast them away and it became Luminous Lake. I called it this because it always caught the light, night or day.
From the pocket in my black canvas dress I retrieved my necklace. All of us got one when we were born. Mine was long; it hung to the middle of my torso. It was a tiny clock with a lioness wrapped around it very elegantly. The whole piece was solid gold except for the clock – no question.
I bent over the surface to see my reflection. My skin was pale as usual and my wavy brown hair hung around my face. Under my eyes was a dark circle or two. That wasn’t surprising, what is surprising is that my eyes are not green, brown or blue. My eyes change colour depending on my mood. I can actually feel the colour changing sometimes.
I cupped my hands and spooned up some water to splash my face with. This always refreshed me nicely in the evening.
The sun went in behind the clouds and my reflection darkened. I sighed at my blurry face and sat back. I put my feet into the water and swirled them around in a circular motion. I like the way the water moves, like its playing too. Is water alive? I always wondered but my brother always just laughed, meaning he didn’t know either.
A sudden snapping sound behind me and I was on my feet.
I held my chin up, trying to sense what had changed in the atmosphere. It was something I didn’t like, I knew because I had felt my eyes change, possibly to orange.
I held my breath and began to creep silently forward. Whatever had moved now knew I had heard it, but it was staying still. A good choice. For me, not for them.
I stopped, beginning to feel its emotions. Fear, anxiety, confusion. Falling branches don’t feel fear. Whatever was hiding had to be either an animal or a human.
Any constructive criticism is welcome