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Write a fairy tale about an outsider trying to fit in.

Posted in Kids on Nov 1, 2022

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Am I good enough today?

Submitted to Contest #88

Everyday you look at the mirror.You look but you don’t see.You don’t see your perfections.Because you’ve mastered the art of only noticing the imperfections.Because surely the flaws are the only thing others notice,Right?Others see you everydayIn the morning.In the evening.In every mood.And in every season.And they know you in ways you don’t. And never will.Listen to them Becausethey have seen so much that you haven’tLike the way you’re face lights up when you see each sunset every eveningLike the way you smile when your dog c...

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Stand Up

Submitted to Contest #88

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, a princess was yelling in the palace.“I don’t need servants; I know how to dress myself!”Diane pushed away the maids that were around her. The comment, however, was intended for her husband, Percival, whose focus suddenly went to the buttons of his shirt. It had been only a few days since she had moved into the royal palace. She had been convinced that when Percival had got down on one knee, he was just playing a practical joke on her. What would a dashing prince like him want with a peasant girl like...

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Starry Night

Submitted to Contest #88

{Inspired by the life and works of Vincent van Gough as well as the song “Vincent” by Don McLean}Moonlight peeking through the dusty window, stars twinkling in the clear night sky, my brush on the canvas. The branches of a towering olive tree cast shadows across the dusty, wooden floors. Painted irises wind up from the ground, blooming into delicate petals of royal purple. My mind lost in the depths of my thoughts as the color spreads, consuming all white.Thoughts of The Wretched as my family calls them, of mesmerizing nights and rolling clo...

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All My Stars

Submitted to Contest #88

Noah grabbed his shoes from under his bed and hopped around the room, trying to put them on. He grabbed his brush at the same time and hopped around, trying to comb his dirty blond hair. Unfortunately, he tripped over his stack of textbooks and crashed into his bed. One shoe was half on, and the comb was stuck in his hair. He lay there for a moment, trying to catch his breath before he heard his sister yell at him from downstairs.  “Noah! The bus driver won’t wait much longer. Get your butt down here now.”  “Gimme a sec!” he roared...

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My Unfunny Valentine (Another Fractured Fairy Tale)

Submitted to Contest #88

Once upon a time, back in the day, which was before the virus, I use to enjoy going out on the weekends to various clubs in the mystical, far away fairytale land known as Manhattan: particularly the comedy clubs. One such place, The Comedy Cellar, would bring in some pretty big-name comedians as headliners. Prior to the night’s star taking the stage for their set, there’d usually be three of four unknown acts, known as the show-openers, whose brand of humor was intended to warm up the room for the closing joke jockey. It was there at The Com...

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Mixed

Submitted to Contest #88

The car lurched to a stop in front of a stone cottage. Ivy crawled up the walls and even the trunks of the sycamore trees in the yard. The ground was a maze of overgrown grass, untrimmed hedges and flowers of all kinds and colors. It made my eyes hurt.“Try not to use magic, alright? For me,” said Dad from the front seat beside me. A hush of choral music murmured from the car speakers.“Whatever.” I didn’t hide the iciness from my voice as I stared out the window at the cacophony of flora. He sighed. “Call me if you need anything. I’...

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Flint and Flame

Submitted to Contest #88

My mother’s slaughtered corpse still cooled in the battlefield’s mud as I stood between my two sisters at the foot of our family’s gilded throne. Tallest to shortest, youngest to oldest, father placed the three of us on display like common goods in a storefront window.While we suffered the scrutiny of the conquering King, Anna and Maria kept their eyes on the floor and their shoulders folded. Their hands were clasped solemnly at their navels, and they did not fidget as fate calculated their worth.I held my head high the way Mother always did...

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Νεράμαγεία

Submitted to Contest #88

I'm Austin, Austin Usoro. I'm an outsider, a misfit, and obviously not a fairy. That's it and that's the end of the story. Wait...I might be an outsider and a misfit, but it's not your abilities or how others define yourself that truly defines who you are, it's how you define yourself.Before last summer I lived a perfectly normal life except for the fact that I had to lie about both my father and my brother. I had friends, almost everyone loved me and I was pretty good at school work, but everything changed when two letters; one addressed to...

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Fires Of Spring

Submitted to Contest #88

There had always been something different about Vanessa Delaney, even as a child. She had no idea who her parents were and was brought up by a lady she called Auntie Lorraine. From the beginning, Vanessa loved being outside. The clean, fresh air, surrounding greenery of her aunt's back garden, and the woods beyond, captivated her like nothing else.She made friends with the tiny creatures that lived within the flowers and plants. Sometimes she would look up at the sky and wish she had wings. Lorraine found Vanessa to be an easygoing, kind of ...

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The Sea Goddess

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Goodmorning Mr. Archer. How are you feeling? “It’s Archy. Where am I?” He said, rubbing his eyes.  “You're in the hospital. We just conducted surgery on your right leg, you should feel like yourself within a couple of days. Is there anybody I can call for you?”  “Who are you? How did I get here? Tell me!” “Sir, I am going to need you to relax. I am a nurse, my name is Percula and I have a degree in psychology. I am going to help you on your path to recovery. Can you tell me what you remember from last night?” “No, I don’t know anyt...

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Only You

Submitted to Contest #88

It all began in Pirate elf street. The day before Christmas, I and my family travelled to Canada to see my mother's grandma. We boarded a plane tho.Ohhh i forgot! My name is Cee Jim and I'm sixteen years of age.I kinda believe in goblets, spells and magic. I am the only child of my parents. I am loved by everyone i know and came across. My favourite TV program is F.r.i.e.n.d.s and my favourite actress from the program is Jennifer Aniston also known as Rachel Green in the movie. I prefer cats to dogs, yeah yeah. I am done with college.Allllll...

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The Arctic Outcast

Submitted to Contest #88

This journal belongs to : Thyia Wilkwine ・Date ~ May 12, 1650.Squeezed into a pocket-sized crevice within ice-moulded walls, with which I've claimed my home, had I known the royal guards carrying sachets of cinder and ash around as a new-founded additive to our annual traditions would be the catalyst to my own undoings, I'd have restrained my whole being from breaking the willpower to hold on. Today was a customary, universal tradition in celebration of the first steps taken for the domestication of wildlife known to be Polar Day, ...

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The tale of the third god

Submitted to Contest #88

The sound of hoof beats clicking on the ground diminished gradually as four black horses came to a stop and a bearded man holding a two-pronged scepter descended from the golden chariot that trailed behind them. As soon as his feet touched the ground, the man closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the pure cloudless air in which basked the snowcapped peaks of Mount Olympus. The grim figure stood a few feet away from the golden gates of the heavenly fortress, his stern posture betrayed by the longing in his eyes for the fa...

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Lost in the Woods

Submitted to Contest #88

Finally, Wanda spots her potential meal, her first after a century. She is pretty lucky for there's not only one but two human beings walking towards her house. Wanda grins then licks the window pane. She spits in disgust after tasting the thick dust and wonders what happened to her home.'Every part of my house is supposedly edible,' she says in her wicked, hinge-like voice. She looks around the house and remembers that this is not her ginger-bread house anymore.'But never mind, I think I will have a really nice meal today,' she says as...

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Clementine

Submitted to Contest #88

Clementine knew many things. She knew her name, for this had been given to her by the Kind Lady that left scraps out for her to eat in the Garden.And she knew the Garden as this was where she had resided her whole life. In the mornings, she watched the Birds pecking for worms before the sun had barely peeked over the horizon; in the evenings, she watched the Fox scamper around the trash, retrieving remnants to take back to her brood.She knew the names of all the creatures, big and small, from the Owls to the Squirrels and even the Hedge...

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