Fairytale Pics Novels & Stories

It seemed I would be the only one paying my respects at this mid-autumn festival. I had not even reached the door when a harsh crash echoed through the air. My chest tightened. I ran inside and saw several workers swinging sledgehammers at the walls. “Stop!” I shouted and stormed in. The house was a wreck. Furniture was smashed to splinters. Lance stood amidst the ruins, seizing my mother's ancestral tablet and smashing it to the ground. Crack! The tablet shattered into pieces. He was not satisfied. He stomped on my mother’s black-and-white portrait, grinding it into the floor.

“The one about the lonely princess and the dragon who took her away.” “That one’s sad, honey. Let’s read something happier.” I reached for the book on my nightstand, a massive, leather-bound volume of classic fairy tales that I kept handy for nights like this. I opened it to a random page, settling on a story about a mischievous tooth fairy. My voice was soft and dramatic as I began to read. “...and the fairy, with a flick of her tiny tooth-shaped wand, transformed the hunter’s prize-winning hound into a perfect little frog...”

She didn’t talk but gave a reluctant nod of agreement. Not far from the hidden spring is the flower garden. The only place in this forest where you can see all the vibrant colors of the meadows all year round. They never withered, or at least I have never seen it. I closed my eyes and repeated the incantations directed to the fairies this time until tiny voices started tickling my ears like mosquitoes during dawn. I opened my eyes and saw three tiny winged creatures, one blue, another green, and the third one is purple. I used to call them Belle, Gale, and Penelope to distinguish who was who by associating the first letter of their names with their colors.

The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Kiana had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff c*ck or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog – ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

She gasped and pressed her face to the window when she saw tiny beings fly above them. “Sunitra! Look!! Are those tiny people?” Odessa pointed at the little being flying in the air. Sunitra chuckled at her best friend's amazement. “No, those are what the little kids call fairies.” The werewolf princess inhaled sharply, “They exist?”

fairy tale" theme. There was a small chuckle, coming from Rita, who couldn't help but find Daphne's words amusing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude," Rita said, smiling mischievously. "But, in fact, fairy tale themes are all the rage lately. Some people really like them." Daphne was silent for a moment. Then she smiled again, and for some reason it made Elice take a long breath. "Isn't that right? Although some people say it's childish, the truth is that many also use this theme. Cinderella, Snow White or others."

I placed my hands on my chin. She smiled, as she rested her head on my laps, and prepared herself for my story. "Okay I remember one. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful fairy. Her name is Bella. She had a beautiful black and long hair, just like yours. And a beautiful set of chocolate brown eyes like yours as well. She was five years old and she had no wings like her other brothers and sisters. Because of it, no one ever liked her..." Thus, I went on and on

I started “Please correct me if I’m mistaken but I believe I saw some fairies flying around.” “Yes, I’m sure you did see them. Their just one of the many creatures we have here.” She answered. My eyes just went wide with amazement. “What other type of creatures do you have?” I asked curiosity just coursing through my veins. “Well, we have fairies or Fae creatures that come in may different breeds. We have a few mermaids, trolls, Centaurs, pixies, um” she listed off sitting in her chair behind the big oak desk.

It was the first time she had entrusted her with this task, and judging by her smile, she was pleased. “You know, I understand things going wrong, and I get control, but you have it down to an art form…” Grace laughed as she handed Helen the folder. “Well, this is perhaps my favourite project so far, fairy-tale clothing has always been a secret passion of mine.” Helen nodded. “Most girls have a love for fairy tales. Perhaps it’s to do with the fact that it is so different from reality. Princes to sweep you off your feet, dragons to slay, spells to break...you know the smoke machine they got is top of the line? Really pulls you into the story.”

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