Fairy Tale Generator

[Woodmonkey]

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This is what I got

When I turned around seeking an open pathway, I was surprised to find that the stream surrounded me on all sides. The serpent from across the beckoned me with his tongue, unfurling it out over the water. The tongue almost touched my shoes "If you need to get across, walk over on this. But please walk gently, for if you don't you may slide and fall off, and no one will ever find you again."

All of the people's voices came prying into me, digging through the hairs of my scalp to find answers to their questions. They sifted through my body like water sifts through rice. I felt their presence probing through the deep recesses of my head until they discovered what they longed to know. I told them how I was searching for my father. I told them that his shoes brought me here. I told them about his satchel and the magic that was inside. That magic would take me back home whenever I needed to leave.

The fairy placed a single seed in my palm which I immediately planted and tended to for months. For days, I watered the seed, showered it with words of encouragement as it grew into a young sprout, and gave it proper space and care as it blossomed fully into a magnificent red rose that granted any wish that I whispered lovingly into its soft petals.

The blade struck me against my face and left a blood spot in the shape of a star.

With each step I took, the people of soil tried to clench my feet harder and began to pull me down.

Before I could tell my mother anything the boys spoke for me. "We've found father," they cried. She burst into tears and hugged them both, ignoring my stinking presence.

Everyone then stared through the guise of the false man beside me. The person, who acted as a substitute for my accomplishments, began to bite his nails in a rampant manner.

[conlor]

LMAO!!! This is my fairy tale. I changed it at the end in two places because it called me a son. And what is that about my stinking presence!

Suddenly all the people of the land appeared before me in spirit form. They shouted, "Where are you going to?" howled "Where are you coming from?" and voraciously attacked me with their voiceless screams. "Why are you here? How do you get up there?"

When I touched the needle it magically fell loose and landed on the inside of my palm.

The little man handed what looked like a small wooden piccolo. The small, thin object looked old but not dusty like the man’s worn garments. "A single note from this musical stick will bring rain from the heavens to satisfy this thirsty land," the little man said to me. "But heed my words, should you be tempted to produce sweet melodies to entertain yourself and those around you, mother nature will heighten the aching of the earth around you: the sky will heave torrents of rain producing a monsoon that will be echoed by the quaking of the earth as it splits, spewing forth fiery magma that will consume you and your vanity.

When the people of the soil touched my feet they fell back into the ground with shrieks and cries. Now I could reach the top of the mountain without fear of falling down.

The man who killed my father stood on the open ground with an army of people waiting to rise from the earth. He brandished a blade in his hand and struck it towards the sun.

I watched as the folds of his skin began to swallow him alive under the sadness of defeat.

Before I could tell my mother anything the boys spoke for me. "We've found father," they cried. She burst into tears and hugged them both, ignoring my stinking presence.

"My daughter!" Mother cried out to me.

The soil on my skin turned into sprinkles of gold dust. The people proclaimed me some kind of goddess.

[Veritas]

That sweltering afternoon day I opened the trunk my grandmother forbade me to open. Inside were a pair of leather bottomed shoes, a cap, and an empty canvas bag.

Holding my father's blade I cut what kept me from moving. I did not care to look whether it was a serpent's tongue or the branch of a tree.

A foreigner stopped me on my rise toward the mountaintop. He had one eye and loose skin that folded around his body like paper cloth. Laid before him was a set of colored tablets and sticks. "Stay for a game," he said to me. "After you win your game with me I'll let you go on your way."

I called out,"Help, please, help!" The white crane grazed the skin of my pursuer and held my shirt between its beak.

Before I could tell my mother anything the boys spoke for me. "We've found father," they cried. She burst into tears and hugged them both, ignoring my stinking presence.

People began to move away from the other person, who now shook his head and his hands. He kneeled to the floor and placed his head there in mercy.

I watched as a hammer blasted the head of my lying neighbor into the ground. The blood that came from their bodies seeped into the soil and appeased any anger towards me or my Father.

[conlor]

I see you have a stinking presence too, Veritas.

[Veritas]

Originally Posted by conlor

I see you have a stinking presence too, Veritas.