You, what are you? The brat of lucky parents who were related to a childless king. There is no such thing as royal blood. I believe we are what we make ourselves, and as such, you, Crown Princess, are nothing.
Shannon HaleTags: princess royalty fairytale
Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.
Cameron DokeyTags: fairytale retellings sleeping-beauty
In the fairy tale you mentioned last night, I would probably be the villain. But it's possible the villain would treat you far better than the prince would have.
Lisa KleypasTags: harry fairytale fairytaleoppy
We love each other like matches in the dark. We don't talk, we catch fire instead
Mathias MalzieuTags: fairytale
Good for Christmas-time is the ruddy colour of the cloak in which--the tree making a forest of itself for her to trip through, with her basket--Little Red Riding-Hood comes to me one Christmas Eve to give me information of the cruelty and treachery of that dissembling Wolf who ate her grandmother, without making any impression on his appetite, and then ate her, after making that ferocious joke about his teeth. She was my first love. I felt that if I could have married Little Red Riding-Hood, I should have known perfect bliss. But, it was not to be; and there was nothing for it but to look out the Wolf in the Noah's Ark there, and put him late in the procession on the table, as a monster who was to be degraded.
Charles DickensTags: christmas wolves dickens wolf fairytales charles-dickens fairytale red little-red-riding-hood christmas-eve little-red noah-s-ark
There are fairy stories to be written for adults. Stories that are still in a green state.
André BretonTags: stories surrealism fairytale
You want to know how to stop this killer? Forgive yourself, and he’ll
disappear from your life forever.”
“Thanks. I’ll be sure to do that.”
And I know:
1. This is almost the same conversation I’ve had with myself many times
before.
2. Gordon’s only trying to help.
But it doesn’t matter.
I:
1. Say, “See you later.”
2. Step outside.
3. Close the door.
I don’t want to, really. I want to go back inside and believe Gordon’s words,
like a child believing in a fairy tale, and I want to escape this nightmare forever.
But I can’t.
I realize now that it’s easy to tell the difference between a real problem and
an imaginary one.
It’s just the terror of facing the truth that’s hard.
Tags: forgiveness horror fairy-tale fairytale
A mist. A great mist. It covered the entire kingdom. And everyone in it - the good people and the not so good, the young people and the not-so-young, and even Briar Rose's mother and father fell asleep. Everyone slept: lords and ladies, teacher and tummlers, dogs and doves, rabbits and rabbitzen and all kinds of citizens. So fast asleep they were, they were not able to wake up for a hundred years.
Jane YolenTags: holocaust fairytale sleeping-beauty
Every girl pretends she is a princess at one point, no matter how little her life is like that.
Alex FlinnTags: aspiration princess fairytale
You are ugly now, on the inside, where it matters most...you are beastly.
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