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467959f
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It is good for children to find themselves facing the elements of a fairy tale - they are well-equipped to deal with these
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fantasy
m-is-for-magic
fairytale
neil-gaiman
children
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Neil Gaiman |
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4a06bb4
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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.
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christmas-eve
little-red
dickens
noah-s-ark
fairytale
fairytales
wolves
christmas
red
wolf
little-red-riding-hood
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Charles Dickens |
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7624765
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...while the outside world was full of danger, I knew my interior. I was certain that I could oust an intruder there.
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fairy-tales
fairytale
princesses
introvert
introspection
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Gail Carson Levine |
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3f34ef3
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Did you know, ji,' Zulu offered, 'that the map of Tolkien's Middle earth fits quite well over central England and Wales? Maybe all fairylands are right here, in our midst.
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tolkien
fairytale
wales
england
lord-of-the-rings
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Salman Rushdie |
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f210b61
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"We will get you a dress with magic, just as in the stories," he said seriously. "But they're only stories, Gillie, Magic isn't real." "We will make it real."
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fairytale
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Shirley Rousseau Murphy |
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e49c8a4
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Why did everyone like that story so much when it wasn't true? Why was everyone so eager to believe it? Was it because, in real life, ever after's generally stink?
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romance
reality
fantasy
love
truth
fairytale
façades
made-up
happy-ever-after
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Margaret Peterson Haddix |
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8ae7eee
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If it occurred to Thursey that there was really no relationship between marrying your own true love and having a fortune showered upon you, she didn't bother about that. In a story you might as well have both, it was make-believe anyway. But if I had to choose, she thought. If I had to choose . . . she stared at her ragged dress hanging from its hook, and her ragged mended sandals on the shelf, then put the books away. How would I ever have such a choice, except in a made-up story?
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fairytale
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Shirley Rousseau Murphy |
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506a25f
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"The swamp roses, Gillie. It was the mare found them. She--if she hadn't run off--it was almost as if she meant me to see them." "Are you saying? . . ." "I don't know what I'm saying. Yes," she cried, a gay silliness taking her. Drunk with the music and the dancing, drunk with his closeness, she laughed up at him. It was just as in the stories, a kind of magic just like . . ." and then she stared at him, confounded. "Just like what?" "But in the stories . . ." "In the stories . . . what?" "In the stories . . ." "In the stories there's a prince," Gillie answered quietly. He held her away then. "So the story has come true."
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fairytale
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Shirley Rousseau Murphy |
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27db79f
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"Gillie was grinning at the boy's indignant anger. He put a hand on the pages shoulder and looked coldly at Augusta. "Do you call my page a liar, old woman? And who are you to speak of this lady as your charge? My page is no liar, just as Thursey is not your charge. Not in any way. She is your landlord, for it is her inn you occupy. And it is to her you will answer for its keeping. She is beholden to no one, unless it would be the people of Gies in the same manner as I am--for she may be their princess soon. If she is willing," he added gently."
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fairytale
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Shirley Rousseau Murphy |
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f8c16fa
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"And Anwin said, "It turned out just as an enchantment should." "But Anwin, it wasn't an enchantment really, it just--" "Yes, child, it was the greatest enchantment of all." He winked at the prince. "Gillie understood all along what the enchantment was."
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fairytale
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Shirley Rousseau Murphy |
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bc16705
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"Gillie caught Delilah's hand before it struck, and held it firmly in his own. He stared at her for a long time, but said nothing. Then at last he spoke softly, "Don't you hurt her. Not ever. If you ever hurt her I will come back and witch you, old trollop, and you will wish you had never been born." His words were so soft, so measured, and so filled with meaning that a shiver went through the room."
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fairytale
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Shirley Rousseau Murphy |
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eb5edea
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"And just as Catskin went to the ball, and Cendrillon, and Aschenputtel, so must you. The ball that will be given soon in the palace; I've heard talk of it in the kitchens. The servants say one is held each year. Have you never gone?" She shook her head. "Then you must go this year dressed in a fine gown as it is done in the stories." She sat staring at him. "Me, Gillie? I don't belong at the ball." "As much as Cinderella did." "But they are only stories; they're not things that can happen." She studied him for a long time. He did not seem to be making a joke. "It's what you dream, Thursey. You should do what you dream of doing, else where is the good in dreaming?"
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fairytale
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Shirley Rousseau Murphy |
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895a42e
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"You shall have," Gillie said, "the king's bread and goat milk." "The magical goat milk?" "The same." "Will it make me beautiful?" "It cannot. You are already that."
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fairytale
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Shirley Rousseau Murphy |
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8e1e22e
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"The castle always looks so mysterious," she said, awed. "Is it wonderful, living there?" "It isn't so mysterious when you're there. I'd rather look at it from the hills. It's just--full of people, at least the servants' parts are, crowded and ordinary. Things should be mysterious, but there's nothing mysterious in the palace." "Should things be mysterious?" "There's mystery in the hills and in the wind on the grass. And in the stories you like. Isn't life mysterious?"
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fairytale
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Shirley Rousseau Murphy |
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13e6e73
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"An upbeat song played over the loudspeaker, and everyone's attention focused on the Jumbotron above the basketball court. "It's time for the Bulls' Kiss Cam. So, pucker up for your sweetie and kiss them." The camera found an older couple in their fifties. The man pulled his wife, I assumed, in for a quick peck on the lips. "Aww. That is so sweet," Trina said. She proceeded to yank poor Owen to his seat in case the spotlight landed on them. She'd do just about anything to get on television, even if it meant not kissing Owen tonight to do so. "That is so staged," I said and sneaked a quick peek at my phone, seeing if he messaged me back. He didn't. "Really?" she countered and slapped my arm. Once I glanced her way, she pointed towards the large screen looming above. On the screen was Sebastian and me as the camera had just so happened to find us. It stayed there zooming closer. And closer. And closer. "Come on," the announcer called out, prodding us. "Just one kiss won't hurt." He had no idea what he was asking. A kiss would initiate feelings I couldn't avoid any longer. I momentarily forgot how to breathe as the song, "Kiss the Girl" from the Little Mermaid hummed at my lips. Not the best choice, but still. Everything became much worse once my giant moved into view, smiling my favorite smile. Sebastian inched closer; eyebrow cocked to dare me."No pressure or anything." I was quiet for a moment before whispering, "Game on, buddy." My eyes closed a few heartbeats shy of Sebastian's lips meeting mine. His hands rose, cupping my cheeks to keep me from pulling away. Like that was going to happen. Sebastian's mouth moved against mine, and I conceded, kissing him in return. He tasted sweet and minty, like the home I'd been missing. The kiss turned from soft and tame to fierce and wantingas if neither of us could get enough. And already, I considered myself a goner. Everything became a haze. My heart thumped so wildly against my chest, I swore Sebastian could hear. The crowd surrounding us was whistling and cheering us on, and it only kept gaining momentum as the moments passed. The noise quickly faded until it was as if we were the only two people in the room. We could have been the only two people on earth. "Okay, guys." Trina tapped my shoulder, garnering my attention. "Camera has moved on now." That was our cue to separate, and I slowly drew away from Sebastian. He, in turn, slipped his hand to the back of my neck, holding me here. "Don't," he sighed against my lips. I didn't budge another inch. I didn't want to. Sebastian rewarded me by deepening the kiss. Dear God. There were sparks. My stomach flipped. My toes curled. My body warmed. Every single inch of me only wanted one thing and one thing only. If this continued for too much longer, it was easy to guess my new favorite hobby: Kissing Sebastian Freaking Birch. Needing some air, I pressed my palm flat against his chest. This time he released me as we both were breathless. Sebastian's eyes carefully studied me. He kept staring as if he could read my heart, my mind. And for those brief few seconds, I honestly didn't believe there were any secrets between us. His gaze shifted as he gauged what to do next, and I had no freaking idea where we went from here. We'd done it now. We crossed that line, and there was no way of ever going back."
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first-kiss
fairytale
teen-romance
disability
first-love
prince-charming
contemporary-romance
texting
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Patty Carothers and Amy Brewer |
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8602529
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Crystal shoes And a mare to ride on, A milk white mare, And a silver woven in my hair.
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fairytale
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Shirley Rousseau Murphy |