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Once upon a time Two children wandered into the forest And came across a witch Who disappeared with them Now the parents and the village Believe that the old crone ate them
Once Upon A Time, when kids could roam freely in the woods, When adults did not have to lock their doors,When the people of the village felt safe. It was a time before chaos fell, Before a tyrant led by greed and desire decimated all happiness,
20 mattresses,20 down beds,1 pea,And a princess (me). A pea is nothing.But when you are sinking into feathersand are pressed to the ceiling-That is when your sleep is uncomfortable feeling.
Growing up in a African American home, there weren't a lot of stories for me, personally. Disney only gave me three or four colored princesses, Correction, two princesses, a Queen, and two daughters of Cheifs but that's it.
Based on the Original Story of "The Little Mermaid" My voice won’t speak the words. I can't say these five words. “I recused you that day” No sound comes out. Each day I try to speak.
She had studied for the SAT's. Of course she passed with these ease. Cinderella knew that now the next step, Was to find a way to finance her way through college and prep
It was a mistake to make her house from sweets, but she never told them they could eat! That was just a stupid lie, told to others for the children to get by, it was a crime to eat a house!
Here the boy sat writing for his future. He'd hoped it would all work out yet the standards have been set by the the past. For the boy was not the magnificent Walt or Dickens himself. Yet he still pushed himself,
(Aurora) He thinks I’m in slumber. He thinks the evil fairy has pricked my finger. Never! All the while he said he loves me
We know how this story goes, my friends- The Witch, the tower, the Prince in the end- Sometimes, a Dragon (just for a twist) Perched tippity top, which is shrouded in mist-
Once Upon A Time, there was a poor father, Doing what he can to provide for his daughter. Goes up to the King and says, "Hey look at this! Here is something for ya that you don't wanna miss!"
We only look with our eyes, and not with our souls. That was the moral of this story before. As the last petal falls, sinking, sinking down more. But what if the beauty was the beast?
Outside all day he sat alone, Bored and unwanted by those in the city below. Needed a friend but no one came. Drastic measures he had to take. To escape the loneliness safe within him,
Classic fairytales are like garbage They reek of rotten apples Pungently infiltrating the nostrils