We can only love. We don't have the ability to unlove them once we are hooked. The amount of love may increase or decrease. It may change face but it will never wither. It would always be within us with or without our consent. You may say it's gone but sometimes it just sleeps because we try to act nonchalantly or we're accustomed to the pain it brings... but it is still there, waiting for the right time to wake up and, once again, flow in our veins...

Everyone knows fairy tales, they are read to us as children. Every fairy tale has a happy ending, or at least our versions do. This isn't an ordinary fairy tale, there is no 'happy ending', only lies and stories that make us believe there is. Follow the story of four teens that were about to start a war.

When a woman from our world gets taken to the world of the Fairy Tail anime, how will she change the story as we know it? After all, even a small pebble can cause big ripples.

This is purely a fanfiction and I in no way, shape, or form own any of the characters or plots, they belong to Mashima Hiro.

“Yes,” Donal said. 
Beth tapped a finger on her bottom lip. She looked pointedly at Donal. “Are you a supernatural being?”
Trent dodged that bullet for the moment.
“Yes. I’m a gargoyle.”
She crept close to him as if he were going to explode any minute. “You’re a gargoyle? Like those things on the tops of buildings?”
“Something like that,” Donal said. 
Trent admired his patience. Beth took two steps closer, studying Donal. “You can shift into a different form?”
“Yes.”
She cocked her head. “Would you do it for me?”
Donal flicked his gaze to Trent who nodded. 
“Yes.” Donal rose. “Don’t be afraid. I will look scary, but you are in no danger.”
She nodded, wrapping her arms around herself her, gaze never leaving Donal. 
“I have to take off my clothes to do it,” Donal said. 
“I’m a nurse. I’ve seen naked people before.”
Donal disrobed and transformed. Beth’s eyes widened. Trent just hoped that Donal’s claws didn’t rip up his couch. Beth reached out her hand and touched Donal. Trent admired her courage. Especially given the events that had transpired for her in the last few days. She was beautiful and strong. 
“Wow.”
Donal turned back into his human form. While he dressed, Trent hoped that she wouldn’t ask him the question. He wasn’t ready to reveal himself. Donal had been alive a lot longer than Trent since Donal had spent a chunk of his life in stone, cursed on a church in Ireland. Trent had come into the world in the usual way. He would live longer than a human, but not as long as Donal had already. 
“Okay,” Beth said. “I guess I have to believe you that the thing today was a goblin. Why did it appear there?”
“Because it was after you.”
***
Beth hadn’t been to the theatre in days and she was on leave at work so she ended up pacing in Trent’s apartment. The news of supernatural beings felt right to her. She’d seen two of them with her own eyes. What she wondered, but was afraid to ask, was if Trent was one of them also? Could she stand seeing this man that she’d become attracted to in a different form? One even as scary as Donal had been. 
And Donal was one of the kindest people she’d ever met. 
All of these things rolled around in her mind and she had to get out. Safely. 
“You’re pacing again,” Trent said. 
He sat with his laptop on his knees. He’d been hunkered down over his laptop for an hour. She was used to being on her feet most of the day between the hospital and the theatre. To say she was antsy was an understatement. 
“I have cabin fever.”
“Well I have good news.”
She spun to look at him, her day looking better. “I can go back to the theatre?”
“No. We’re opening Grotesque tonight.”
How was that supposed to make her happy? “Okay.”
“We’ll need your help setting up.”
At least she’d get out of the apartment. “Not ideal, but I’ll take it.”
“Would you like to perform?”
She cocked her head. “What do you mean?”
“We don’t often book acts because we do this last minute, but I’ve heard you sing. We have a sound system we can dig out.”
Sing? In front of people? “You’re serious?”
“Yes Beth. I’m serious. Let me clear it with my partners, but they have no reason to turn me down.”
“I haven’t sung on stage in months.”
He closed his laptop then stood, tucking it under his arm. “Will it be a problem?”
“No. What will I do for music?”
He looked stricken. “Well we don’t have musicians.”
She clapped her hands and squealed. “I know some musicians. Can I call them?”
“Let me talk to my partner to make sure they are okay with me hiring you.”
She went off to look at what she had in her wardrobe that would be appropriate for a nightclub gig. 
***
A few hours later Trent watched Beth warming up. Her musicians hadn’t arrived, but she was playing piano while singing along. She truly was talented. 
“You’ve got it bad,” Deke said.
They were loading up the booze into the bar. Trent was just helping. He’d be on the door tonight and no one would get in if he was at all suspicious of them. Not with Beth here. The goblins had tried to get in more than once, but after they’d started a fight so they were banned. Thankfully they couldn’t hide their smell from a gargoyle.
He studied Deke. “What do you mean?”
“I’m going to tell you something that I’m not supposed to share.”
Trent straightened and broke down the box that he’d just emptied. He suspected that this would be part of his argument for a permanent place. They wouldn’t have to pack and unpack. “Go ahead.”
“Did your parents tell you about the history of fairies and gargoyles?”
This again. “I’ve never been one to listen to fairy tales.”
“It isn’t a fairy tale.”
Trent shrugged. “Whatever. We have a lot of work to do.”
“I need you to listen to me,” Deke said. 
He would humor him. “Fine, but let me get another box to unload.”
The boxes sat by the freight elevator which would bring up the patrons. Not all of the buildings they chose to set up on had one that came to the roof. Trent didn’t like it. He wanted customers to file through a door, not have free rein as soon as the doors opened. It could be a setup for an ambush. Maybe Trent was being paranoid, but with Beth in the house, he wanted to be extra careful. 
Trent hoisted a box then stopped to watch Beth. She would be fine with just the piano and he wondered where Deke had found one on short notice. Then again they all had their resources. None of them shared, even though they trusted each other. 
Her voice had a clarity rarely heard anymore. Too many young stars were auto-tuned and for a moment, Trent wondered if those who had become stars were the ones who were willing to sell their souls and not the most talented. He didn’t know where that thought came from. Beth had said that the person who tried to assault her had told her that she would never make it in this business if she didn’t comply with what he wanted. Trent shuddered at the thought of someone young and naïve being in that situation. 
At least Beth knew her own value. She finished her song then looked up at him. He smiled and then brought the box to the bar. He put it on the floor behind it then straightened. “Okay lay this story on me.”
“Long ago fairies and gargoyles made a pact. Gargoyles would protect fairies against goblins.”
“We’re mortal enemies of goblins, I get it,” Trent said.
He unloaded the box as he listened to what he already knew. 
“What you may not know is that there were elite gargoyles who had one fairy that they protected.”
Trent blinked at him. “I must have missed that part of the story. What does that have to do with me?”
Deke glanced at Beth then back to Trent. “These fairies, the ones we have to protect, are our mates. The ones we are destined to be with.”
“Fated mates? Sounds like something out of a romance novel.”
His sisters loved those.
“Ask Kel.”
“Why?”

Five gargoyles own a pop-up nightclub. Each must defeat a goblin, but can only do that with the fairy that they are fated to be with. Too bad none of those women know they are fairies. Can the magic of yore be recaptured before the goblins rule the Earth? Gargoyles in Uniform is created by Chris Redding an eGlobal Publishing Creative Signed Author.



Most women fantasized of being rich, beautiful, and famous. Dreaming of living in a big mansion like a princess does; a life that no longer need to worry about what to eat every day. 

 
 

And most of all, a prince who will sweep off their feet and save them in this chaotic poor life, like what Cinderella does? What a fairy tale indeed! 

 
 

But, a life like that is quite impossible for Melissa. Melissa pondered that in reaching those goals she needs to burn more candles and learn that fairy tales don't exist! 

 
 

When she was young she knew, that fairy tales is impossible to someone like her. She is not rich. She grew up in a serious family in which they were not raised to read fairy tale books. Her father once said that, if you want to achieve your dreams, work hard for it. Do not rely on others wealth because it will never do well for you. 

 
 

 
 

Melissa has long curly hair; her skin is not as white as what she sees in most of her age, simply because she does not apply anything on her body. Her face is simple, but she has a sharp nose, and eyes that sparks every time she spoke. She also loves to dress high dresses, thick glasses and shoes that made her look like a nun. 

 
 

She couldn't help but think if only she could have all the perfect attribute of being a fine woman, then maybe she'll have a prince who will sweep off her feet and save her in this poor life. But truth hurts. Because life isn't easy for her; she's poor, to go to college she needs to work and study at the same time. She has to rely on herself and sacrifice for her family. 

 
 

To get a scholarship, she needs to enter theatre arts and be one of the crew there. She applied of becoming one of the actresses but she's been degraded. She has no looks to become one. She love’s acting but sad to say, she's out of their standard. She's plain, how can she be an actress? It's good that she's good at writing. Melissa has given a good role to become a manuscript writer in most plays they performed. 

 
 

Melissa creates a life in every writings she wrote. She loves writing because she gets to explore every aspect of life simply by writing. For three years, she established already her name as good manuscript writer. She may be plain but her writing skill is superb that even her directors cannot manage to lose her. 

 
 

She's currently schooling at one of the best and riches school in the country. Not all poor people have the privilege to enter in this school. You must be rich or rather a scholar if you want to be the student at Cambridge High. 80% of the students are coming from the rich family and the remaining 20% are scholars. She's lucky that she has brains to compete for the 20% eligible to enter Cambridge High. It's tough competition but she's able to pursue it because of determination, passion for her crafts, and most of all being prayerful to God. 

 
 

She's thankful to God because finally, her dreams will soon come true. One more year and she'll finish her study at Cambridge High. But, there still one dream that it seems so impossible to reach. She has someone in her heart and not just someone. They call him a prince at Cambridge High! 

 
 

He's not totally a prince literally, but he's prince because everyone loves him. Why not? His family owned the biggest company in the country. Valmonte Group of Companies owned different booming businesses. Their family has the connections in most of the business in town. Dresses, entertainments, food, restaurants, hotels you name it they have it! Valmonte Group of Companies is one of the established businesses in the country not just in the country also, internationally. 

 
 

They’re widely known as the men of steel of this era. Sigh. If only God will allow her to have him. She really liked the man in all aspects. He is not the same as other rich brats. Eric Valmonte is one of the many reasons why Melissa stayed at Cambridge High. When you are a poor, the rich will despise you and try to get rid of you as soon as possible. In her first year of college, it was never easy for Melissa to adjust. It's hard for Melissa to blend in because she used to be a loner in high school and also, that way she dressed were mostly criticised. They tried to humiliate her in front of other students because her looks are outdated. All belongings were being kept somewhere. Her desk was purposely stained just for their pleasure. They didn’t even care if someone is hurt because of their doing. They are selfish who would do everything to destroy her future! 

 
 

She wanted to quit schooling, she couldn't take it anymore. But thanks to Eric Valmonte, her night and shining armour. When he became president of the student council he established the rule that no one will disrespect poor students! If they did, Eric will use his power to expel that student. 

 
 

Who dares to defy a prince? No one, Eric’s family owned majority of the shares of Cambridge High. They have full authority in every decision that the school are making. 

 
 

At last her dream of a having a peaceful school life has finally come true! All because of Eric, her night and shining armour! 

 
 

 
 

Not for long eventually… 

 
 

 
 

“What are you staring at Melissa?” Aria, her best friend gets her attention. 

 
 

“Ha? Ahmmm.. Nothing…” Melissa responds while arranging her thick glasses. She’s shy about the thought that she’s been thinking non-stop at the most handsome guy in the school, her prince charming Eric… 

 
 

“Oh common. I know that look on your face Melissa…Your in love.” Aria grins at her. “You can’t keep it from me you know that? Is it him, again?” She really knew her friend very much. She knew that Melissa has a huge crush of Eric, the hottest and richest guy in town! 

 
 

“Ok, you got me.” Melissa confessed. 

 
 

Aria is silent for a moment. She’s happy that her friend is in love, but she couldn’t give her false hope. “You know that it’s impossible right?” She explained. They are poor, how can they match with tycoon’s son? 

 
 

“I know…but...” Melissa wanted to believe that someday, somehow Eric would look at her and dream for brighter future with him. 

 
 

“No buts Melissa… I already told you the pros and cons of this story didn’t I?” Aria explained. Aria looks are too deadly. She needs to remind Melissa constantly that her love of Eric is impossible. 

 
 

Melissa laughs slightly. She knew already that sad reality but she wanted to tease her friend a bit; she wanted to see Aria’s glaring face whenever she spoke nonsense again. 

 
 

“Ohh my friend…You love making fun of me ha?” Aria pinches her. She’s giving her friend a lesson to never tease her that way. It wasn’t a nice joke after all. 

 
 

“Anyways, my class is over why not join me for lunch… my treat.” Aria said. 

 
 

“Okay…” Melissa answered. 

 

“Instead of thinking meaningless things why not teach me how to put proper gestures in your story?” Aria spouted. She’s so concerned about her upcoming performance. She did memorize the lines but something is still yet missing. The role seems different this time. She wanted to know the feelings of the writer so she could put proper actions in the performance she’ll be doing. That’s why she wanted to talk Melissa about it. The play is approaching very fast and they’re still one month to prepare. “I'm having a hard time comprehending it Melissa. I got scared whenever I can't do what you really wanted in the play. You’re strict at that, don’t you know that?” They both laugh and continued walking straight to the canteen. 

 
 

Melissa explained every concept she has in her mind. Everything should be in placed because she’s a perfectionist writer! If she can’t be the leading lady of the play, at least someone gave justice on her story. Someone she knows. Call it biased but Aria is perfect for the role. 

 
 

Aria Monteza is her best friend; they’ve known each other and became best friends, because Aria is one of the leading artists in most of her plays. They have same status in this school. Although, they have different courses but it didn’t stop them to be this close. Aria and Melissa depended in this scholarship. They are both poor and only this scholarship serves as a way for them to continue their education. If you manage to graduate in this school, the school will provide you a good job. It’s not part time but full time, but more importantly with a good salary! 

 
 

They are both drawn into studying. They don’t really care about what are the new trends. The only differs to them is that Aria looks much presentable when it comes to dressing, she’s beautiful, smart and out spoken, everything about her is opposite to Melissa. But Melissa didn’t have a glitch of jealousy within her. She love writing for her. Aria deserves it, because all the characteristics that her leading lady portrays are fit to Aria. The director himself agreed to it. Nothing can beat her for that. 

 
 

On the other hand, many are jealous of Aria’s talent that includes Betty. Betty, is listening to their conversation silently. Betty Valdez is Aria's opponent when it comes to getting the leading lady role. She’s also poor and a scholar in this school but she uses her beauty to attract rich men. She also uses her body to elevate her life. She does not care what others would say for as long as she gets everything she wants from the men she is in a relationship with. 

 
 

With her beauty, almost all rich men are obsessed with her, but not the director of the theatre play she worked for. She could not get any approval coming from him. The director preferred beauty with talents. And because of that, she's even more disgusted with them. 

 
 

She loves making fun of Melissa. She believed that Melissa is the reasoned why she couldn’t get any lead role on the stage plays she’s making. Melissa might have instigated the director for the leading characters. She’s annoyed. She couldn't afford to lose this role! Betty smiled evilly. She’s determined to do anything to get the role she wanted even it means destroying both of them! 

 


Melissa Freeks is an ordinary college students who aspires to be a stage performer one day.

When she finally achieves her ultimate dream, her father is on the verge of dying and only Matthew Valmonte could help her,  but in return she would be his girlfriend. What a dream come true! He's rich, handsome and perfect in every aspects in a woman's desires.

But not for Melissa. For her, it is a nightmare! For unknown reasons, Matthew Valmonte brings out the worst in her, he pisses her so much and controls everything she does. Nothing escapes his probing eyes that hunts her everytime!

To gain her freedom back she needs to have a plan. But, will she succeed?

Matthew Valmonte is barbaric and a stubborn young man who would do everything just to gain what is right for him! He's rude and a control freak! He's thoughts were unpredictable.  

Will she able to capture his heart? Can she tame her captor?



 Charlie was 14 when she fell head over heels in love with a boy in her school. She day dreamed him proposing to her, their wedding day, their first child, a boy named George, their second child, a girl named Alex. They would go to college together, him studying engineering, her studying drama. They would get a house together, with a garden where she would plant some flowers and some vegetables, where a dog would run around and play with the kids. She had the whole picture. She could see herself in that life. She would have loved that life, as much as she knew she loved that boy. 

 But he never paid attention to her, even worse, when rumours about her crush got to him, he started making fun of her, making it clear that he would never ever date her. 

 She was heartbroken. She dreamed of her fairy-tale love story, like her brother Aiden had. She was sure she can have that. She dared to tell her dream to her mom, and she just laughed out loud, telling her she is too wild to settle. 

 She was wild, and loud, and dramatic. But she had too. She was the third child. If she wouldn’t speak up, they would never notice her. She would end up forgotten. She didn’t want that. So she made sure she is heard, and seen. She would dress in colourful clothes, she would wear colourful make-up, colourful nails, everything about her was vivid. That is why she wanted to study Drama. She wanted to become an actress. To live every character life as her own. To experience joy and sorrow, sadness and excitement along with her character. She lived everything fully. 

 Then she started to withdraw. She was wild, everyone considered her like that. Maybe her mom was right, she was too wild to settle. She needed to go places, and do stuff and see things, how would she be able to do that with a husband and kids? So she decided then to go solo. No more fairy-tale dreams about life, no more everlasting love and love stories. She was too wild to have that, ever. 

 But she felt colours don’t suit her anymore. Her name didn’t suit her anymore. She went all black and instead of the colourful vivid Charlene, she was the wild untamed Charlie. That was what she decided will match her wildness. She changed her wardrobe little by little, dyeing the clothes that could be dyed, buying new ones when she could. She left a little bit of the colourful girl she used to be. She chose to keep her hair scarves. She was all black clothing, except the colourful hair scarf that became her trademark. 

 She still wanted to live her life fully. To explore all sensations. So when she was old enough to have a car, she chose a motorcycle instead. She wanted to feel the wind, the rain, the sun. All of it. She didn’t need the protection of a car. She needed to feel, to be present, the raw taste of nature, the raw taste of life, salty, disappointing, happy, joyful or painful, she wanted to feel them all. 

 She went on to study Drama and she was one of the most talented actresses in the local theatre. She soon discovered she won’t be able to live from her acting job, so she started to study copy writing and she made a carrier out of that. She was good at it, but she was better on a stage. 

 She never thought about settling ever again. She would date, have one night stands when she wanted, have a boyfriend when she felt like. But the commitment was never there. All of the ones she dated knew the arrangement. She can call them her boyfriend, but never more than that. She was too wild to settle. She kept repeating that over and over until she believed it was the truth. Her truth. 

 So when she realised her period is late, panic started to build up. She told herself it’s just stress. She had a new play happening soon, one that she wrote, so it was just the excitement of that. It was just the stress of that. It happened before. 

 She said nothing, but after 2 more weeks, she knew she was in trouble. She took a pregnancy test right after the party. That was positive within seconds. She took another one, that was positive as fast as the first one. She went to the store and bought 5 more tests. The lady at the till looked at her and commented: if the first was positive, it won’t change on the 6th. But she just snapped back at the lady to mind her own business and flew out of the door. She drove the rest of the night. On her motorcycle, going up and down the coast, with no purpose, no directions. Her mind was blank. She didn’t take the other 5 tests, as she could feel it was true. Somehow, as careful as she was, she was pregnant. She didn’t know what to do, so she went to her big sister, Tess. She will know what to say. She will have an answer. She is settled, with the house, the job and all. She will know. 

- Ok, walk me through this, said Tess. 

- Oh, Tess, I honestly don’t know how I ended up pregnant. I was careful. Very careful. 

- Well, you know most of the contraceptive work 99.99%, so there’s always that 0.01% chance…, said Tess. 

- Fuck that chance. I don’t need that chance. I didn’t need that chance. 

- Ok, Charlie, it’s not the end of the world, if you don’t want…the chance, you don’t need to carry on with it. 

- I know. I am too wild to have…the chance. 

- Can we stop calling it chance?, asked Tess. 

- Not ready yet. What should I do, Tess? 

- I won’t be able to answer that for you, Charlie, and you know it. But I will be there for you whichever path you choose. 

- Oh, fuck it! I knew something was off for a couple of weeks. I drove all night after I took the pregnancy test. I am too wild for this. 

- Could you please stop with the wild thing? Why do you keep using this word as an excuse? 

- Well, I am wild. I travel the world on a motorcycle, I am an actress, I have affairs, I use fuck a lot. I am loud and dramatic, I am not some stay at home mom, doing the school run in a fucking van! 

- I think your image of a mom is a bit too similar with one from the Hollywood movies. Nobody says you won’t be able to do all that with a child. Maybe drop the fuck word a bit, sure, but the rest? The fact that you are here, asking me about it means you are debating options in your head. Wild or not. 

- I am…but would I be good enough…as a, you know, as a mom? 

- Charlie, you mother the hell out of Aidan. You would be a great mom, if that’s your concern. 

- I do mother him around, don’t I? 

- Yes, you have strong mother instincts, and you will know what works best for you and for your….chance. And yes, there are things you will need to change in your life, but if you want this, those changes will come easier than you think. And if you don’t think you are ready for this, now or never, you have the option. 

- I do have the option. But you know? When I was 14 my dream was to have 2 kids. A boy and a girl. That fairy-tale shit went out the window pretty fast. 

- Oh, was that when you were in love with that guy from your school? 

- Yeah, it was. Then he started to make fun of me and my love for him. And then mom was making fun of me and my dreams as she pointed out I was too wild to ever settle. 

- Wait, you are guiding your life now from something that mom said when you were a teenager? 

- Well, she was right. 

- Oh, Charlie. Really. Do you think I am doing whatever mom expects me to? Or anyone else? 

- No, not really, but you do have things figure it out. 

- Far from figure it out. I have been stalked by Tony, my ex boyfriend this morning, this is how good I am in choosing what or who is right for me. 

- Oh, I wouldn’t expect Tony to have so much guts in him to do that. 

- I would say craziness, but yeah. Anyways, you are the one that will have to make the decision. But whatever you choose, do it because it feels right for you and it is what you want, not what mom or anyone else thinks about you. You are not living with them and with their thoughts or judgements. 

- You were always the wise one, Tess. 

- Not sure about that. I just think deep down, you know these things as well, it is your truth, but sometimes it is easier to trust and hear them when they come from someone else. 

- Fuck! This is not an easy decision. It could change my life so much. I like my life now, said Charlie, placing her hands on her belly. Do you really think I would be a good mom? 

- You would be a badass mom!, answered Tess. 

- Do you think I will ever regret my choice?, asked Charlie. 

- Take time to think this through so when you have an answer, it is one not to be regretted, as it is what you want now. No looking back for what if’s, they don’t do any good.

Tess is not your usual girl. In a world where people care about opinions, judgement and what others say, she is doing whatever feels right for her. From breaking up with her boyfriend on her birthday, to dancing her heart out and becoming "The Queen of Dancefloor", Tess is trying to figure herself out and to learn how love is suppose to feel. Along with her best friend, angelic looking, breath-taking Mia, and her DJ/musician half-French friend François, who looks like an Aqua God, Tess is trying to understand the mess she feels she is. Adding a cat, a stalker and two very demanding siblings to the mix and you get the perfect "What's going to happen next?!" adventure you will get hung up on.

Luke grabbed my shoulders to spin me around. In the process, my hood flew to reveal my hair that fluttered from the wind. My hood fell down as my face instantly revealed my identity. He brightly smiled as he grabbed onto my wrist to pull me towards the helicopter. Shelly gasped as I was helplessly being dragged on the roof until he pushed me into the helicopter.
 
Both Alex and Shelly ran to join us as they soon locked the door. I squeezed my cloak as I couldn't believe this was where everything ended. There were so many things I was unable to do yet. I couldn't visit that movie set or play the games at the game centre. There were so many restaurants on my list and I had only scratched two of them out from my visits.
 
"We're not going to the villa, or we?" I trembled.
 
"We're going to the villa," Luke continued his bright smile.
 
"How was she able to get all the way here?" Alex grumbled with his arms crossed.
 
I knew I should have stayed at Melissa's house! With her generous heart, there was no way she would report me. But I didn't regret my actions as I had enjoyed going to the movie theatre, spending time alone in that hotel room and eating all the food I wanted. I knew I would be caught one day, but not this soon.
 
"Where were you able to get the money?" Luke held in his anger.
 
"An angel helped me out," I refused to disclose Melissa.
 
I would somehow pay her back on my own someday. I would pay her double or triple the amount I spent for the past few days. I also had the money in my bank account in the third district. The money there piled up as I rarely visited that district.
 
"There's actually some good people in this world," I mumbled.
 
"Well, you may never get to meet that person again. Tell me that person's name so we can pay that person back," Luke waited for me to answer.
 
"I will never tell you her name," I muttered, not having the courage to yell.
 
"You'll have all the time to tell me in your bedroom at the villa," Luke gave up in pressing me for answers for now.
 
I laughed as I tried to provoke sleeping beauty. It would be better to die than to enter another cage. I yelled inside the helicopter, "I will never kill you. Please rot inside your little coffin and suffer from being separated from your lover forever. You deserve it!"
 
Like sleeping beauty had heard me, my body wobbled like she was trying to summon me back into that cave again. I could only go to the place she rested when I was asleep. I felt my body collapsing onto the seats as my vision became blurry with each passing second. My head throbbed as my consciousness left me from all her efforts.
 
I was inside that horrible cave again, but this time, I wasn't the only one here. Jason held sleeping beauty in his arms. He frowned as he couldn't leave her to sleep on the cold ground. He returned to the same place with a large coffin and placed her inside. When the scene appeared too dreary, he brought some white flowers with him to fill the rest of the space.
 
It was like Jason and sleeping beauty were replacing the main actors in that movie. The space strongly resembled how it originally was before someone added that cage she was placed inside my prior dreams. He used the rest of his mana so that she would always be protected from anyone else who entered the cave.
 
He created a cage that I was familiar with. Jason didn't want anyone else to touch her until she woke up from using too much mana. This was what Charles and Ben warned me about in the sixth district. People who almost used up all their mana slept, never waking up until they recovered some of it. The myth of sleeping beauty was a cautionary tale to not repeat the same mistakes as she did.
 
I gasped as the movie was the tale of her life. But I couldn't pity her, she was the one who ruined my life. Jason never returned to her as he turned into a fairy after being murdered by his subordinates for his successful business. He couldn't move on as he had a great regret for not being able to wait for his lover to awake.
 
The only way she could be freed to join him was if someone killed her physical body. However, nobody knew how an entire tower had been built on top of the cave. The chairman's office also had to be enchanted as time had stopped inside that room. I sighed as I realized the mess I got myself entangled with the moment I decided to help Ella.
 
As usual, when I woke up, I found myself inside the infirmary instead of my bedroom. The smell of medicine filled my nose as I found Luke sitting beside my bed, reading another book. This was the room in the villa I stayed in before we went to the hotel. My eyes widened as I could properly move this time without anyone trying to heal me. How many days have passed for me to recover from sleeping beauty's cruel spell?

I was captured and put onto a stake to be lit on fire as part of the ongoing witch hunt conducted throughout the land. I had to do something. But, this life really sucked. 

This all started when I was accidentally killed by God. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kill you. It was just that I was overworked lately by my superior and I just wanted some time to relax and vent my stress out," he confessed.

"So, while I was snacking, I accidentally dropped one potato chip into the human realm where the child tripped over the potato chip onto a den of steep stairs." God guilty admitted.

So I reincarnated into the most adorable girl with the largest orange-speckled eyes that contrasted her pale white skin void of any imperfections.

'How could someone look this pretty?' I thought as I admired my new appearance.

I was nowhere close to this pretty in my previous life. Did God put me into this new vessel as an apology?

But some things were too good to be true.
***
"We can do this the nice way or the hard way," My fiancé’s brother started off.
"The nice way is where you willingly come with us back to the first district and the hard way is where we forcibly take you back, which would be hard for all of us," Lucius gave me a warning.
Why was my life so depressing? He practically meant I didn’t have a choice! 
***
Few months later, I was at a party that I planned to escape from my fiancé’s family.
"I still get to continue with my naps on the weekends?" I tried to confirm with them.
No one answered as I almost cried from giving up my rare nap times from the mess I got involved with. This life was too bothersome!

Eyes fixed while tongue poking out of the corner of the lips in utter concentration, I skim through the paragraph trying to figure out the words which seem alien to me. Our principal is sure some kind of demonic entity who gets pleasure from our horrible state, that's the reason why he chose to appoint me as the director of this year's school play which is on one of the most famous Disney movies "Beauty and the beast by Gabrielle-suzanne de Villeneuve". It's not that I haven't read the story before but I have to go through the script to make sure it's upto the mark.

Feeling my eyelids getting heavier, I finally decided to close the book and gave one last glance to the clock reading "4:30 am"... Jogging off to my bed and pulling over the duvet, I finally gave into my sleep.

I clenched my fists and the sudden urge of shoving a knife into someone's throat was on peak, the horrifying screech from my own vocals made me doubt whether I was really a human, but at this point it didn't really matter  as some kind of high pitched pop song rang into my ears.. Murder was the crime I was dying to commit today.

Shoving open the windows I glared at the stereo playing in the backyard of my beloved neighbour, note the sarcasm. 

A dry chuckle leaves my throat and I pull up my sleeves ready to shout at the culprit who dared to wake me up from my slumber at 6:00 am. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I shout at the delinquent who's fidgeting with a ball. Surprised he turns around and soon a grin etches on his lips which gets my blood boiling in nanoseconds. "The audacity" I mumble and continue glaring at him waiting patiently for a response. But nothing he returns to his work and decides to ignore me.

"Hey! Shut this up." I groan and his eyes meet mine again but this time he sighs and gives me his full attention.

"What if I don't?" He challenged and I breathe out a huff of air.

For god's sake I slept at freaking 4:30 am I need some sleep before I turn into a living zombie which apparently is not a thing, but it's exactly what I look like if I don't get enough sleep.

"Else I'll call the cops" the words are dripping with confidence but inside I was hoping he would listen.

"Call them"

The hell, he just did not say that. The glare hardens and we share a heated glaring contest, no one ready to back off first. Stab him was all on my mind. A sudden urge of ripping his ego and shoving it in his mouth was frustrating the daylight out of me.

"Just shut it or you'll regret it." I whinned. 

Thankfully he decided to turn it off. "Cry baby" the mumbling didn't go unnoticed and his figure retrieved into his own house while I glared at his back. 

____

Walking through the hallway I literally feel like a zombie. Sleeping after the whole incident was a long lost dream and attending school on such a day was a living nightmare. My lovely neighbour succeeded to ruin my day.

I looked in front and saw a familiar figure which never fails to put up a smile on my face just by its presence. Standing in front of him I look at his muscles tensed while his brows furrowed in confusion.

"What are you looking for?" I ask when his head snaps towards me and a bright smile appears on his face. Soon he hugs me tightly and I don't hesitate to respond back.

"Alex" he whispers in my hair and I hum in response. "I was looking for my physics textbook." He says while letting go of me. His lips are pulled outwards in a cute pout and I feel happy to call him mine.

"Karl, Your book is with me. Remember you gave me to hold it for you yesterday and by mistake I took it home" The sudden understanding on his face makes me chuckle.

"Yeah right babe" he replies and I return him back his book.

"Okay I'll leave now since I have a lot on my plate today." I sigh and he nods. "Take care babe and if anyone doesn't obey your commands, just tell me and I'll take care of him" He says and I grin in response. This is what I love about my boyfriend. It's been 1 year since we are together and everyone believes that we are inseparable and that's actually true. Everyone knows Karl Pearson and Alex Meadows are meant for eachother.

I take out my clipboard and the list of students with scripts from my locker and make my way towards art theatre where I'll have to spend my whole day auditioning students to assign them appropriate roles.

Making out the person leaning on the door leading to art theatre, I walk up to Ember Jennings. "Hey!" She greets me in a cherry voice once she notices me and grins while revealing her pearl white teeth. The red headed girl is utterly beautiful with her chin length hairs, piercing blue eyes, thin pink lips and pale skin. She can have all the boys drooling over her if she wants. 

"Morning Ember" I respond with a grin of my own. "What are you doing here?"

"Just came to see if you are okay after reading all that cliché fairy tale." She responds with flailing hands, exaggerating the statement just like I did when I found out I was the one directing the play. Well this is the reason why we are best friends.

"I am okay and you should leave before your lecture begins" I shove my watch in her face and her eyes widen in horror when she realises that only two minutes are left for her class to begin. She strides off and I shake my head at her carelessness.

___

It's been an hour approximately and still the assistant director hasn't made his grand entrance. The auditions will begin in 15 mins and there's no trace of him.

As if on cue, Principal Miller enters the theatre with his hands clasped together and chest buffing out in a proud manner. I stand up to regard him and bow when he stands in front of me. "Good morning sir"

"Morning Miss. Meadows" he spoke in his authoritative yet soft tone while a smile etched on his lips and eyes wrinkled with the impact. "You must be waiting for your assistant director?" He asks and I nod in return.  The man may seem strict with his buffing body and hairs jelled backwards with dark brown eyes which seems to be black, but in reality he is the most polite person you'll ever find. "Well unfortunately he had a fracture and is on bed rest. So I'll have to send his supplement." I hum in  understanding while he gives me a sad smile. "So Mr. Winters will assist you" I snap my head in the boys direction finally realising that he was standing here all this time. He has a smirk on his lips and I cringe. "No sir, it's okay I don't want an assistant." Not him for sure, I reasoned while he gave me a strict face which meant he'll not listen to me.

I sighed when the man left me alone with my worst nightmare,

Hayden Winters.
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A Re-written Version of "King Grizzle-Beard"



King Grizzle-Beard
  Far to the east there is a very haughty "princess". She is known for rejecting every teenage boy who comes to court her as a ``suitor". One insult and/or embarrassment and they were gone. ( Now, this "princess" isn't actually a princess. She;s just the mayor's daughter. The mayor is the "king". )

So Chloe's ( the "princess" ) father hosted an extravagant feast ( more like a party with a D.J. and some food ) were all her " suitors"; "kings","princes,"barons",and "knights" were all seated hoping to be "betrothed"/chosen to/by the "princess". The "princess" was gorgeous and her dress sparkling. To every face she was superb, but her words (which were pretty rude) not so much. "Too fat","too lanky","too short"," too pallid", and "too crimson" were all things she churlishly mentioned to these "suitors". Which was actually better than what she said to one specific good "king".  This "king" had some ferociously appalling facial hair. She then slyly went to name him " King Fuzzy Wuzzy".

The "princess'" father was so furious he promised that the next boy that came to the door would be "betrothed" to her ( obviously against her protests ).

The next day a "fiddler" stopped by the "king" invited him in. He sang (more like karaoke) a song and asked for the "king" and "princess'" boon. Instead he was "betrothed" to the "princess." When the "princess" objects the "king" reminds her he had sworn. The "princess" was then sent to travel with her "betrothed" (more like to go on a date).

Soon they go to a movie theatre. The "princess" saw a poster for a very famous movie she had never been allowed to see.

"It was produced by" "King Fuzzy Wuzzy," said her "betrothed."

I should have accepted "King Fuzzy Wuzzy," stated the "princess." 

The next (date) trip took them to a beautiful park.

It was founded by, "King Fuzzy Wuzzy," stated her "betrothed."

The "princess" then half mumbled, half sighed, "What a fool I was not to choose "King Fuzzy Wuzzy."

The next (date) took them to a small town with beautiful rolling hills.

"It belongs to---------," her "betrothed" tried to say.

"It belongs to "King Fuzzy Wuzzy," I got that part.  "What a fool I was not to take his offer," stated the "princess."

"Why is it you wish for another while I am right here," asked her "betrothed?"

The next (date) trip was to an old bakery.

"This here is my fine bakery, passed down through generations," stated her "betrothed."

"This wretched place? What was my father thinking? That I would become a baker?," exclaimed the "princess!"

And so the next day she failed at many things; knitting, cooking, cleaning, sewing, and selling things on "Ebay."

She was then sent off to work at a factory. She was told the "king" (Fuzzy Wuzzy) was soon to marry.

When she was sent home with the extra goodies the "King " spotted her. He led her inside his mansion. Everyone laughed at her and she was abashed, that they would think her extra goodies paltry. She tried to run, but was stopped by the "King".

"It's time you wake up to reality, Chloe. Not everything is a fairy tale, Chloe. There are realities and hardships that you will have to face one day. One day someone may not be there to face  help you. I am your "fiddler",your betrothed",your knight in shining armor, and I am "King Fuzzy Wuzzy" also known as William. So will you marry me?" sheepishly inquired William.

Chloe then said, "Yes, yes, I will, William."

Chloe burst into tears on the spot. She cried tears of joy. Beautiful robes were then brought to her. Everyone was filled with joy.

It was the first time Chloe had seen people for they really were and not who she made them up to be. If only you and I had been able to see it.

              The End

A bunch of short stories with random topics my teacher made us write about. In others words a big compilation of my strange and weird short stories and etc.

fairy tale theatre novel

Carey’s Fairy Tale

Fairy Tale Origins

Endless Woods

Fairy Tail: A New Life

Gargoyles in Uniform

A Night with My Captor

The Mess that is Tess

My Bothersome Life

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A Bunch Of Strange Things English Teachers Make You Write About

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