Short Story : ' Fairy Tale '

We got to our destination, picked a hoe, my gloves, my rag, my hat and exited the bus. Our job was to clean all the weeds around the pumpkins. We began to work I had no previous experience using a hoe. I started to fall behind. Bending over too much to yank out the weeds I saw the others advance. That’s when I remembered what the boss said before getting on the bus. “Those who cannot keep up with the group will be laid off.” As time went by the hotter it got. Midway through the day a woman fainted from dehydration. “Esta agua está lo suficientemente caliente para tomar un café “ said an old man. I think at least 4 people quit that day. My first time going to the bathroom there was hideous it smelled so bad one could barely breathe without getting nausea. Their wasn’t a specific bathroom for men or women. As days went by I started to go faster. I couldn’t have done it without the tips from the experienced workers. “Hazlo asi” they would say. 2 weeks pasted and we got our check. A 16-year-old told me he put down 6 dependents on his application. One hot day our supervisor asked the owner of the farm why they put ice more often in the water they gave us and the owner said “It’s better than

When I'm around you and your smile, I tend to get the butterflies, you make me so happy, you've healed my broken heart and sealed the cracks with your love, everytime you smile, kiss me, hold me, tell me you love me and hold my hand, I am reminded of how lucky I am and how amazing you truly are I guess you can say that i'm giving you my heart to hold and all the love I could possibly give

I walked outside took a deep breath and ran back in. I tore the box open gagging as I did and opened the first carton. I was already out of breath. My eyes were watering and my mouth went dry, I quickly dumped out the first, then he second, the third, fourth, fifth, and all of them up to the tenth. My body was shaking and I feared I might pass out from the awful smell, but I continued, I only had two more cartons. They were horrible. The bottoms were all green and flimsy, dripping milk all over the ground as I rushed them to the sink. The job was done, until I turned around and saw the mess we left. I hauled the giant trash bags over my shoulder and threw them up into the old dumpster in the back of the building. By the time I was coming back in all the girls in my group had finished their break and came back in to help, but I was all done. I mopped up the ground and the room lightened. Everyone seemed pretty happy that they didn’t have to clean up, I was pretty happy that I did clean up, I did the best job. Our day was done and we were dismissed from our worksite. As we climbed into the van, and I closed the heavy door, I thought so much, but most of all I thought about how our first day at work was and what the week had to

In a few short months you are going to become a father to a baby boy. That being said I was wondering if you are going to read your child fairy tales as you did for me when I was a child. As a child I, remember sitting on your lap and listening to you read me fairy tales in funny accents as you tried to put me to sleep, and even adding your own twist to them. By the time you were done with the first story I would want another and another until I was actually asleep. By you reading me fairy tales, when I was a child, it made me closer to you and gave us a special bond. The fairy tales you read to me as a child played a major part in fostering my imagination and creativity that I have now. The article “The Importance of Fairy Tales” states different reasons why you should read your child fairy tales, some being that fairy tales give an understanding of what is good and of what is bad. Fairy tales can teach children a lot of meaningful life skills and abilities that as they get older they will be able to bring into real life, such as, helping them learn how to overcome a struggle or a problem that they would face. Fairy tales also helps and teaches children how to confront their fears. Fairy tales give children the desire for adventure and to be comfortable moving beyond my comfort zones. Reading fairy tales to your son once he is born and starts to grow will create a bound between the two of you that will last forever, just as our bond does. A fairy tale that I would suggest

The helplessness I felt as I sat clenching my head in the murky, brisk night. The words “ I will always love you no matter what”, repeatedly played in my head like my favorite melody. The feeling of your hands riveting my face as you gave me one last kiss overwhelmed me with heartache. The pessimistic stare you gave me as you proceeded to say, in a sorrow manner, “Goodbye Jo”, haunted me forever. The moment I never thought would come about came into prospective right then, you were no longer mine.

I remember that very first time I saw you sitting on that table underneath that ghetto gazebo at Minaker Park, patiently waiting for me to come to you. You were wearing a baby blue button-up with khaki shorts, and black shoes, and you certainly looked very charming, baby. From the moment I agreed to see you and the entire hour or two with you, I had the craziest butterflies in my stomach. And yes, it is what you think; I had feelings for you before that day, just that, that day made me fall for you even more.

We had a rocky past, and by rocky, I mean brutal. Somehow, there is something about you that will always be attached to me –a piece of my heart that you’ll forever hold, and that I don’t ever want back. Because when you have a connection with someone, it never really goes away.

The film Brave, which was released in 2012 is a non-conventional animated film set in the Scottish highlands in the 10th century. Fairy-tales were traditionally passed down orally before being written down by scribes such as the Grimm brothers. they were generally used to teach young girls how to behave in order to do well in life. The majority of fairy tales show obedient young girls who grow up with hardship but live to marry royalty and live 'happily ever after' because they are beautiful and kind. Many modern fairy tales today are inspired by these but do not completely adhere to the tradition. Brave is a good example of this. It had modernised the usual conventions of fairy-tales. This is through the protagonist, Merida, the lessons and

The following morning when I had to go to work, it was so hard to look at your sweet little face; you seemed okay with it even though it was ripping my heart out to leave you. I would have liked nothing better than to take you with me, or better yet stayed at home.

You don't even look back to the place you once cuddled this calloused heart begging for alms of love. You probably don't know me either, you choose to push yourself far beyond the sweet sounding memories to resurface like a long-forgotten melody, in the back of your mind. But still, I know that you love me; or perhaps, you don't. It hurts when I remember.

You were like a cold I didn’t realize I had. My nose was a little stuffy and I coughed here and there, but I brushed it off like it was no big deal, like it wasn’t affecting me at all. I told you my exact feelings every single time we spoke. You, on the other hand, were a closed door, a locked door. Knocking on that door, even banging, you would never let me in. You were much like the moon, hiding the most beautiful parts of you away from the rest of the world. But sometimes you’d shine brighter than any other matter in the night sky. Looking into your eyes was like staring crystal clear ocean. I could see my reflection in them. But when you grew tired, when your heart turned cold, it’s like the waves washed them away, leaving them gray.

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As we grow up, we hear fairy tales and we read them into our lives. Every word and every image is imprinted into our minds. The fairy tales we read are never abandoned. They grow with us and our dreams become molds of the many morals and happily ever afters fairy tales display. We tell children fairy tales when they go to sleep and they read them in school and we even have them watch Disney adaptions that reinforce them further. Generally, they were everywhere while we grew up and they continue to be present while children are growing up now. But what influence do these stories have? We casually expose our children to these tales, but in some cases they can have particularly, harmful personal effects on them, although there is nothing completely or visibly “bad” about them or about the characters in them. Before we divulge our youth to these stories, we should assess their substance and see what sort of effect they may be having on them. They have received so much scrutiny and have been studied by many. Recognizing fairy tales effects on the minds of children is vital in their development. This paper will focus on the underlying messages that the average person wouldn’t recognize in these everyday stories. There’s a modern distort with fairy tales because while they still are widely popular with the youth, they influence children’s self images, outlooks on reality and expectations for their futures, especially for young women.

“And they lived happily ever after….” she read from the hard cover book which lay open on the bed she had been sitting on for the past half hour.

The forest of Quedayla, is located next to the swamp. The swamp is where the terrifying monsters, by the fairies standards, are banished, where they will never have peace, while being on high alert for the dangerous swamp creatures that lurk among them. One of the monsters in the swamp is Fowley the witch, how is particularly more enraged at the fairy's than others, for banishing her to the dark depths of the swamp. So, she devised a plan to turn their beautiful home into a place to fear, just like they did to her. After, weeks of work Fowley made a tar like substance, that would turn all the plant matter in its path to dead remains. Under the cloak of night, she snuck to the outskirts of the fairy village, located at the heart of Quedayla. Where she placed the tar like substance at the foot of an old oak tree and it started to decay. At a slower rate than Fowley was hopping, but she had no time to fix it, because there are fairy guards patrolling the border of the fairy village, to ensure everyone in the village stayed safe.