Fairy Tale Fail の小説・ストーリー

The dog in me could not take the insult so, I growled proving just how much of a dog I was. He threw his hands in the air in frustration. “It’s either that or I have all of you killed then I won’t have to worry about fairies anymore. Your king will be the stuff of legends. That there once was a specie called the fairies. The books say they used to look like this and that. The story will be told so many times that the truth about your kind will be lost in translation and soon you will all be forgotten. Is that what you want?”

She reminds us that humans don’t know about shifters and that we should be on our best behavior. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at the enormous Ferris wheel and the fast-moving waltz. “Come on, Maria,” Gracie shouts as she drags me towards the carousel. Her friendly gesture made me giggle. I give my operator my ticket and climb onto a wooden horse that is far too small for me. We don’t have fairs in the shifter world. When I was a kid, I saw them on TV and always wanted to ride one. I think Gracie is the same, and she bounced on the wooden horse next to me, shouting, “Yeehaw!”

Happily ever after is overrated. “No I’m not, Cinderella has a step-mother who is wicked and 2 step-sisters and I don’t have any. Besides, Cinderella’s life changed when she married her prince charming. My life is not like hers… it’s just messed up, fairy tales like that do not happen in this lifetime already.” I said as I laugh at the idea of it. He smiles and faces me with this uncertain expression on his face. “I am glad to see you laughing now. You seem to be so down and... you might be right, but will I- will we ever going to see you again?” he said.

I guess her height is 176 cm which is 12 cm different from me, who has a height of 188 cm. She is beautiful, enchanting. A unique beauty, I called her beauty "fairy tale beauty". Is she from another country? She looks different from a common girl in this country. After a while, she finally realized that I was staring at her. That girl, Nadya, whom I didn't know her name at that time, saw me too. While I looked at her with a look full of admiration, she smiled at me. Her cheeks weren't red, maybe that's her "Candle skin" uniqueness, but I could sure that she was shy when I looked at her. And behold, even her gaze is so different; her gaze is gentle, delicate, and winning. I swear she looks li

Loud bangs of thunder heralded the little Prince's arrival and neither were surprised when Merlin appeared. ‘The Prince?’ He took the baby from his mother's arms and walked to the open door of the balcony stepping outside into the maelstrom he held Prince Sebastian high, ‘Born from love Created by magic This world ignites From elements ecstatic A frog enchanted A Princess’s kiss This faery tale ended In love and bliss. The storm disappeared and the moon shone bright Merlin handed the baby back to the couple and smiled at the little family, ‘It’s over.’ He said simply and like all good faery tales they all live happily ever after.

Piles of trash festered in the corners, stinking to high heaven. This was no longer a home. This was a dump. My eyes stung, and my chest ached so badly I could barely breathe. I had failed my mother. I had failed to protect even her final wishes. “It is just a broken-down house. Stop crying.” Sebastian patted my shoulder. His tone was rough but comforting. “Before you leave for England, I’ll have this place restored to its original state.” “Thank you, Sebastian.”

“That does not count as a bedtime story,’’ Babybaby finally found her voice. “It is child,’’ the thunder god answered. “No it’s not’’ Babybaby insisted quite stubbornly. “bedtime stories are supposed to be a nice tales with happy ending, all bedtime fairytales are, like the ones Amaka used to read to me, this one is a stupid story.’’ “Babybaby hush it’’ Orchid started, fearing the frown on Shango’s face. “What is a fairytale?’’ he asked instead. “Well it’s the best story there is, a prince falls in love with a princess, a bad witch not happy with the arrangement pokes nose into the matter, the prince cuts her great big nose with his shiny sword, rides away with his love and everybody lives h

And right now, I need every bit of calm I can get. “If you say so.” She pulls up her tiny shoulders, her young mind already on another topic. “Check out that pond with the ducks!” Her hand lifts, arm straight, and she points a crooked little finger. “It looks like a fairy tale!” Fairy tales. Yeah, right. This is Mel’s storybook ending. And I was dumb enough to believe in that shit. But it’s not real. I learned that the hard way. Falling in love with a metal prince with a heart of steel — that never ends well.

While drinking the coffee, he started reading the diary again. Next Page—- " When I was a child, my grandmother used to tell me fairy tales. Where a sad girl like me lived. Then a beautiful prince would come and make her a queen and take her to his kingdom. I also listened attentively. Grandmother used to say that there is a prince for me too who will take me to his kingdom. I would be happy to hear that too. I used to dream with my head on my grandmother's lap. A beautiful prince riding a white horse is taking me to his kingdom. Make me his queen. But as I grew up, I also lost this illusion. I realized that all these things only happen in fiction. In reality there are no princes. You have t

Why does it have to be me? I look at the last page. I could not stop my eyes to shed tears. The End. Every fairy tales have a moral of the story and for this story, that is 'Be careful in making life decisions' or maybe 'Being a coward is sickening'. And frankly, every story had only two outcomes. It's either happy or sad. And I think mine is the latter.