Fairy Tales

Once upon a time there was a land without fairy tales. Glass slippers and a perfect fit, magic wands, fairy dust and godmothers who save the day never danced in the minds of little girls who existed in this realm. Wise trees speaking their peace, tiny dwarfs with hearts bigger than the universe and prince charming with all his undying love were banished from the hearts of all tiny maids. This was a land where chivalry was a foreign language in which little boys lacked the message and comprehension. A tragedy for not one little boy knew how to rescue a damsel in distress, rather they walked on by thinking it was not their problem! Slaying a dragon was a laugh, who knew what a dragon was, they were too busy trying to live through the day. The excited and bonding chant of one for all and all for one never was uttered. Trust and depending on another were signs of weakness. Kindness did not exist! Shadow dancing children living in a colorless world where sarcastic laughter echoed through their dead hearts.

The children of this world grew up isolated, solitary entities in a cold world without hope, dreams, faith, imagination and self-confidence. Fear was their only friend and hero. A dark world with no light and sadly they never came to understand the power of a smile or safety of a gentle caresses. Faith was a mystery, while respect was dead and honor was a rumor.

From the start these fledglings had a strong understanding of the position they held in this life. Love was impracticable, an extravagance for the totally insane or those few individuals of wealth and power. Sex was a function, a diversion from the pains and frustrations of this lifetime. A physical act to release the silent angry screams that built up over the years. Violent and passionless with no notion of sharing or bonding with a soul mate, leaving them always empty and ashamed. Often an act that only produced more children vacant of the wonders of childbirth only an endless cycle of populating a dead world.

A world barren of simplicity, grace of an pure moment of joy, no giggles or laughter that released purity and light into the universe. Insane notions of creativity, imagination, comradeship and freedom were locked away in dusty catacombs that no one ventured into. Life’s simple pleasures denied, the children of this world grew to be black souls that walked grasping on to the hand of FEAR ignorant of life’s abundance. Suffering was their comfort and without suffering they had lost all meaning in life.

In this fruitless world, the children’s lives were void of hope and dreams, there was no other way of life. Envy, jealousy, hatred and betrayal thrived in this atmosphere. Life was bitter, gray and depressing in which they could only grow into adults that lived lives of quiet desperation. A world slowly becoming our own….. Hold your breathe, close your eyes, listen quietly….. you can hear their silent screams roaring through the universe.

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