Another stupid short

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A stupid short

There once was a girl in Selato called Lena. Lena was a very fussy girl. She was beautiful and rich and she was quite a nice girl if you got to know her. But there was one other thing about her. She only wanted to get married to a handsome, entertaining and rich man. She wanted a man with loads of cash. She wanted to stay wealthy all her life. Her parents gave her all she wanted. Lena always knew what she wanted. One day, as she was sewing on her porch, a another suitor came up to her and asked for her hand in marriage. Lena refused as usual. In the end she never got married, but she died, happy and content.
The End.

Strange happenings

Slowly, slowly, Pollyanna crept up to Honker. She grabbed his bag and took off. She ran through the snow, panting and sweating even though it was freezing out. Honker ran after her, screaming and shouting. But he didn’t go far.

He stopped as soon as his toes felt numb. He couldn’t feel a thing in his feet. Then he spotted a shack. He limped toward the shack and rapped on the door. “Come in.” a sweet voice said. Honker went in and sighed. A pretty lady was stirring something in a pot. “Ah, a cold and wounded traveler?” she asked mysteriously.

Honker sat down apprehensively and took the bowl of soup the lady gave him. “Yes, miss.” The lady smiled a deep, understanding smile. “Alright. Are you to stay the night and travel again tomorrow?” Honker hesitated. “I need my map.” he said finally. “And where is it, young man?”

The lady gave him a hot mug of cocoa. Honker sighed. “That is the problem. A young girl stole it from me.” The pretty lady laughed gently. “A young girl, can defeat a big man like you?” Honker blushed. “No ma'am. I was unaware and she just came and stole it. I ran and my toes got numb from the frost.”

The lady sighed and took the empty bowl of soup from Honker. “You must be tired.” she said. Honker nodded. “Well, I will go and make a bed for you.” Honker nodded again. “Thank you madam.” The lady laughed. “Please, call me Miss Po.”

Honker awoke and found himself on a soft but lumpy bed. He looked around. He was in the pretty lady’s cottage. He got up and found his coat. He put it on, scribbled a note for Miss Po and went out the front door.

He walked down the little lane and noticed the walk had been shovelled. “Probably some kid.” Honker walked down and he then got a shock. “Mister! You forgot your breakfast!” Honker sighed with relief. He walked back and Miss Po gave him a piece of paper. It said:

Miss Po, I have to go. I would have liked breakfast, but I don’t want to wake you up. Good Bye. Honker.

Ha-ha very funny. You need breakfast. It is my job.

Honker threw the paper into his pocket and sat down at Miss Po’s kitchen table. “You are a silly man.” Miss Po said, giving him a plate of sausages and eggs. Then she passed him a mug of coffee. Honker sipped it gratefully.

When Honker finished his breakfast, he looked around the small but cozy room. Miss Po laughed and Honker looked at her, feeling uncomfortable. Honker looked at Miss Po and gasped. She had turned into that girl who had stolen his bag! “Pollyanna Harper!” he shouted. Miss Po (Who really was Pollyanna) gave a cry and ran into the kitchen.

Honker spotted his bag under the couch and grabbed it. Then he turned around and screamed. Pollyanna was pointing a knife in his direction! Honker ran for the door but it was too late. Pollyanna had killed him with her knife. Then Pollyanna started to cry and she stared at the floor. Miss Po had found out the secret of youth: Kill the man that you love. But he was dead already, and she had her wish, she was young. Miss Po stuck the knife into her heart and fell to the floor.

Beauty isn't everything

Once upon a time, there was a princess who lived in the kingdom of Blue Weather. She was the most beautiful princess in the whole wide world. She had silky and curly brown hair, dark green eyes, and the most charming smile. Her name was Christine. She was just beautiful. Now if a princess is beautiful, a prince would come and marry her. But, no prince would marry her. To you, it’s a puzzle, that no one would marry the beautiful princess Christine. You see, Princess Christine was a conceited princess. She did not like anyone but herself. She was fussy and impatient. She was mean and rude. That was why princes’ did not want to marry her.

In another kingdom on a hill called Lemon Hill, there was another princess. She was the nicest person you would ever meet. She was cheerful, kind, funny and fun. Her name was Hayden, but she was totally opposite from Christine. Hayden was ugly. She had short and messy blonde hair, plain brown eyes, a billion freckles and a tiny, tiny nose. The nice things about her were her smile. It was sweet and always there. Hayden was ugly, but her smile made everything better. The other thing was her voice. She had a sweet voice, she sang well, when she laughed it was so sweet. Princes’ did not call on her to get married to them though. The princes’ were quite shallow in those days, so Hayden had no suitors, but many friends, like other princesses and villagers. Hayden’s parents were very proud of Hayden. They weren’t disappointed that their daughter was so homely. They loved her all the same.

One day, the kings and queens around the world came to the kingdom of Blue Weather.
Princess Christine decided to walk in the woods, followed by two guards and two servants. So they went, until they came to a clearing in the wood. There sat a prince. He was Prince Derrick, from Lavender Meadow, The most handsome prince in the whole world. He had short blonde hair, striking blue eyes and he was very tall. When Princess Christine saw him, she immediately fell in love. Derrick was certainly very handsome and strong. “Good evening, your highness.” Christine said, curtsying. Derrick smiled and bowed. “Good evening, Princess--?” Christine smiled, which made Derrick smile even more. “Christine.” she replied. Derrick sat down again and motioned for Christine to sit down. Derrick had heard about Christine’s bad reputation, but decided that he had heard wrong about her. “Very nice evening, isn’t it?” Derrick said politely. Christine nodded, making her curls bounce a little. Derrick was very charmed by Christine. She was so pretty and nice, or so he thought. Then someone rushed into the clearing, followed by a trail of children. The person was laughing and the children laughed too. When the person saw Christine and Derrick, she stopped and the children bumped into her and laughed. “Who are you?” Derrick asked politely. The person bowed her head and curtsied. “Princess Hayden, sire.” Christine giggled. “What is it?” Derrick asked. “Princess Hayden?” Christine said, giggling. “She is only the ugliest princess in the history of the world!” Christine started laughing again. Derrick was taken aback. He was surprised that Princess Christine was so rude and so mean. Hayden fought back tears. How humiliating! She ran out of the clearing, and the children followed her. Prince Derrick stood up. “Excuse me.” he said to Christine, and ran out of the clearing. Christine rolled her eyes and motioned for her servants to give her more make up. Derrick ran after Hayden and caught her. Hayden screamed, thinking an Oryer had caught her.

Derrick pulled her sleeve but she ran faster, ripping the sleeve off. “Wait! Hayden!” he shouted. Hayden ran, and tripped over a branch. Derrick went over to her. Hayden screamed. “Don’t eat me, don’t eat me!” Hayden was shaking in fear. Derrick smiled at her. “Its okay, don’t scream.” he said. Hayden looked up and saw Derrick looking at her. The children were staring down at her. Hayden blushed. Derrick pulled her up and laughed. “What did you think I was?” Derrick asked. Hayden blushed again. “An Oryer.” she said. Then she realized how weird she sounded. Derrick laughed again. Derrick thought, ‘Hayden is really nice.’ Derrick wasn’t really shallow, he saw past Hayden’s face, into her heart. Hayden felt so shy suddenly. She smiled shyly. Derrick was so surprised that Hayden had such a pretty smile. He took her hand. Hayden’s heart started beating really fast. Hayden pulled her hand away. “Let's get the children back.” she said quickly. Derrick nodded and they took the children out of the woods. On the way back to the castle, she bumped into Derrick’s brother, Seth. He was a handsome fellow, but not as handsome as his brother. At lunchtime, he would crack jokes and he seemed really friendly. When he wasn’t talking, she saw him stare at Christine a lot. She giggled when she looked at him. But, she was also doing the same thing to Derrick.

After lunch she talked to Seth. He was a friendly guy. He made a lot of jokes and he seemed so nice. “Let’s be friends.” she told him. He agreed and they became very close that day. Seth told her many things, and Hayden did too. Seth told her that he had loved Christine. “I know she is a nice person, deep down inside her.” Hayden nodded. She told him that she liked Derrick. “He is so sweet. I think I love him.” Hayden and Seth became best friends and they promised to write to each other.

As the days passed, Hayden thought about Derrick a lot. She wondered if he loved her, or if he was marrying someone else, or—Maybe he forgot her.

One day, Christine decided to hold a party. She invited all the princes and princesses in the world. All of the princesses and princes did not like Christine, but they all loved parties, so they all went. The party was to be held on the 21^st of May. But Hayden came earlier. She was always early. So she arrived on the 15^th of May. She went there and she settled herself into a nice inn. One day, she went walking in the wood, and she went to the same clearing the wood. There she met Christine. “Good Morning, Christine.” she said politely. Christine just stuck her nose in the air and sniffed rudely. Nearby the clearing stood was a fairy. She saw what happened and she was very angry. She was the sort of Fairy who liked to punish the bad people and make good things happen to good people. So she popped out of the bushes. The girls gasped. “Hello, what have we here?” she asked. Hayden, remembering her manners, curtsied. “Good afternoon, Madam.” she said, smiling. Christine just sniffed. “What are you doing in my kingdom?” she asked snobbishly. The fairy stuck out her tongue at Christine. “My name is Deirdre the fairy.” she said, becoming nice and sweet again. Hayden smiled at Deirdre again. Christine rolled her eyes. “More like weird-dre.” Christine said rudely. Hayden nudged Christine to keep quiet. “Um, hello. My name is Hayden. She is Christine.” Hayden said. Deirdre nodded and started twirling. Christine laughed at her. Hayden had to keep back giggles. Suddenly, Deirdre started spinning like a top. Around and around, she spun. Hayden and Christine got dizzy just watching. They lay down to stop the sensation. Hayden couldn’t take it. Suddenly, she went unconscious. Christine breathed heavily. Then she went unconscious too. Deirdre whispered something and disappeared.

Christine woke up to find herself on her bed. “Oh… It was just a dream.” She got up and went to the mirror. To her horror, she was uglier than Hayden. You could tell it was her, but it was like she changed some of her features. Her hair was messy and dirty, her face was covered with freckles, her ears were red, her face was also covered in pimples, her eyes had bags under them, and the worst thing was the huge brown mole right next to her nose. Christine screamed. Her servant Jess ran is and screamed. “Your highness—you look, just--” Christine cut in. “Disgusting!!!” Christine started to cry. Her parents ran into the room. “Oh my goodness.” The King said. The Queen started to cry. “My beautiful daughter is now ugly!” the Queen ran out of the room, sobbing. Jess noticed a note on the dresser. “Your highness, a note.” Jess handed the note to the King. The king took it and read it. It said: Your daughter needs to learn Manners. She will stay ugly if she doesn’t change her ways. Christine was rude to me in the woods, so I cast a spell on her. It will never come off. She will regain her beauty every time she changes her attitude. Sincerely, Deirdre the Fairy.

The King glared at Christine. “This is a punishment. It will never come off. If you want to get your beauty back, you must change your attitude. The fairy was very reasonable.” The King marched out of Christine’s chambers and slammed the door behind him. Christine threw herself onto her bed and started to cry.

Hayden woke up. She looked around and saw that she was in a room. Not her room at the inn, but in a royal room. The room was decorated with purple and blue. She was on a bed. The bed was soft and it was covered by a canopy and curtains. There was a dresser studded with jewels and a chair in front of it studded with jewels too. There was a blue couch with purple pillows, a wardrobe with a full length mirror on it and a big bookshelf right next to it. There were many books inside as well as pictures and decorations on it. This room was as nice as her own bedroom at home, so Hayden felt very comfortable. She drew the curtains at the bed and stepped off the bed. There was a big purple robe on a chair next to the bed, and Hayden put it on. Hayden went to the dresser and looked into the mirror. She gasped. She was not ugly anymore! She had long silky blonde straight hair, deep and beautiful brown eyes, no freckles, a normal sized nose and smooth and soft skin. But Hayden’s smile remained the same. Hayden was so delighted. You could tell it was her, even though she changed so much. Then she spotted a note on the dresser. It said: Hayden, you are beautiful now. It’s because you have a kind heart. Your personality becomes your looks. This spell would never come off, but if you become horrible and rude, you get ugly. Only that time, worse than your normal self. Use this wisely. Love, Deirdre the Fairy.

Hayden sighed in relief. Then it struck her. “Christine!” she exclaimed worriedly. She tore out of the room. “Christine!” she screamed. “Where is Christine? Help! Christine!!” A servant in the hall took her arm. “What are you doing? Your mother is going to be very upset with you if you keep on screaming. Princess, why did you dye your hair? Why are your eyes brown? Your Highness, I don’t like it when you do things like that. Why are you shouting your name? I know I’m your servant, but your father gave me authority!” The servant stopped for breath. Hayden giggled. “I’m not Princess Christine. I’m Princess Hayden of Lemon Hill.” The servant pouted. “No excuses. Go to your room.” Hayden sighed. “Where is it?” she asked. The servant groaned. “Don’t tell me you don’t know where your room is! Fine, I’ll take you there, if you would just stop.” Hayden nodded. The servant took her to the room in a huff and stomped away. Hayden knocked on the door. “Go away!” a sad but angry voice said. Hayden knocked again. “It’s me, Hayden.” “Double go away!” the voice said. Annoyed, Hayden opened the door. The whole room was pink. She looked at Christine and gasped. Christine got up and went over to her. “I told you to go away!” she shouted. Christine sat down on a pink chair near the door and sobbed. “I need to tell you something.” Hayden protested. “I know. I read a note that Deirdre gave me.” Christine said. Hayden looked at Christine and sighed. “If you want to be more beautiful, you just have to change your attitude.” Christine burst into tears again. “But it’s so hard!” she said sadly. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” Hayden said with a smile.

The five days passed by quickly. Christine and Hayden were best friends already. Hayden helped Christine and Christine was as beautiful she was last time. Hayden had sent her parents a letter and they sent one back saying that they were delighted and they could not wait to see her. Christine was different now. She was becoming sweet and gentle, and everyone liked her now. She had more friends and suitors. Christine had friends over and people saw how nice she was. Word went round about what had happened to Princess Christine. But no one took notice of poor Hayden. Hayden started to feel awful.

Before the party, Christine had Prince Derrick come over for a dinner. Then, as if things couldn’t get worse for Hayden, Derrick proposed to Christine. Christine was to get married the next month. Hayden was sad. But she tried not to show it. She acted normally and Christine didn’t see any change in her.

Christine’s party was coming soon so Hayden was given a new dress for it. It was peach coloured and it had many lace flounces. It resulted in being very itchy. Hayden was to wear it with a plain necklace and a beaded bracelet. Hayden felt miserable about it but she tried to hide it. Christine, however, was looking very beautiful. She was to wear a beautiful blue dress with purple petticoats and 10 white lace flounces. She looked very exquisite. Hayden couldn’t help feeling a little jealous. After all, her best friend was going to marry the most handsome prince in the world. Hayden loved him too. Christine was also getting a gorgeous dress. Hayden then remembered what the fairy Deirdre had written to her. She put on a sweet face and tried her hardest to be kind and happy. Doing this made her forget her jealousy.

It was the night of the party. Hayden had dressed in her beautiful dress and she looked picturesque. Christine was a vision. Everyone marvelled at her beauty. Hayden reminded herself sternly that she wasn’t to be jealous. The party went on and everyone was having a good time. Then Derrick came in and everyone saw how handsome he was. He was very happy that night and that made him look extra handsome. He walked over to Christine and embraced her. They kissed each other and Hayden felt a twang of sadness. She looked around. No one except for Christine had talked to her. No one took notice of her. They thought she was just another random princess. She walked quietly from the room and went to the fountain outside. She sat down at the side of it and there she sobbed and tears fell onto her dress. She didn’t look so pretty anymore. Her makeup was smeared and smudged and her dress was messy because she used the dry spots to wipe her eyes. She looked like a ruined Cinderella. Suddenly, Deirdre appeared. “Hayden? What is the matter, darling?” she asked, even though she knew the answer. Hayden sobbed out the story to Deirdre. “And I don’t want to be jealous. I know that being jealous is wrong. I know that I want to be Christine’s best friend too.” Hayden said, wiping her eyes with her dress again. Deirdre smiled at the sweet girl shedding dewdrop tears. She patted Hayden’s shoulder and gave her a magical hanky that would be clean and dry all the time. Hayden wiped her eyes and blew her nose. Deirdre sat down next to her and smiled at her. “Ready for some magic?” Deirdre asked, mischievously. Hayden looked at her with wondering eyes. Deirdre jumped into the air and suddenly, half the water from the fountain formed into a dress around her! It was long, silver, sparkly, and it had thin straps. The straps crossed at the back of her neck and formed into a neat bow. Hayden looked dazzling. Her shoes were strappy and made of crystals. Hayden felt like Cinderella. Hayden’s hair was shiny from the water and her face was cleaned. Hayden had a silver chain with a diamond pendant on her neck and a matching bracelet. She wore a beautiful diamond tiara on her head, and her hair was pulled together and it sat gracefully on her head. Deirdre filled the fountain with water and Hayden saw her reflection. She looked more beautiful than Christine. Deirdre smiled at Hayden. “This is kind of like Cinderella except that you can keep these things. They won’t disappear at midnight, dear.” Hayden smiled gratefully and gave Deirdre a kiss on the cheek. Deirdre smiled. “Goodnight, Hayden.” she said, flying away. “Thank you!” Hayden called.

Hayden stepped into the Ballroom and suddenly all eyes were on her.

“Who is that lovely girl?”

“She is so beautiful.”

“More beautiful than, you, eh, Christine?”

“I want to dance with her.”

“She looks so graceful. Like a dewdrop in the morning.”

Hayden blushed with all these compliments. She ran over to Christine. “Hayden!” Christine exclaimed. Derrick looked at her in disbelief. “Hayden?” he asked, puzzled. “Are you the princess from, L-l-l-lemon Hill?” Hayden smiled and nodded. Derrick almost fainted. “But—you—I—It’s impossible!” Hayden smiled shyly and went to go sit down. Many princes asked her to dance. Hayden enjoyed herself thoroughly. Then she spotted Seth, Derrick’s brother. She remembered meeting him. He looked a bit sad. Hayden felt her heart pounding as she walked over to him. ‘Do I love him?’ she wondered. Seth’s eyes lit up when he saw Hayden. “Hi.” he said awkwardly. Hayden smiled at him. ”Hello. May I have this dance?” she asked him. Seth laughed and pretended to curtsey. They danced together and all eyes were on them. Hayden was so beautiful, and Seth was very handsome. They were the perfect pair. When their dance was over, they went outside and sat by the fountain. That night felt romantic and quiet. Seth leaned over and kissed Hayden. Hayden’s heart started pounding and she felt so different. ‘Is this what its like to be in love?’ she asked herself. She smiled at Seth and he smiled back. “I’ve been looking for—for—for you.” he told her. “I was shocked when Derrick announced his engagement to Christine. But to my surprise, I wasn’t that upset. It was then that I realized, I loved you instead. When we talked, I felt so close to you. I know that I didn’t just like you as a friend, but deep down inside I knew I loved you.” Hayden blushed. Hayden smiled shyly. “I guess I felt that way too.” she told him quietly. They stared into each others eyes. Then Seth reached into his pocket and pulled out a glass box. He opened it and said, “Will you marry me?” Hayden gasped at the beautiful ring. ‘Seth loves me! Even when I was ugly he saw me for who I was!’ she thought excitedly. “Yes!” Hayden said. “Yes, yes! Of course I will marry you!” Seth kissed her and they got married in two months time. And so, they lived happily ever after.

~The End~

The first story - More than meets the eye

Pamela Bentley was a shy and quiet girl. She was sweet and gentle and she almost always blushed. She was twenty years old and everyone liked her and thought she was quite lovely. She was delicate and pretty and all the single men in Pearle town, Weirndosia hoped to be her suitor. Pamela was the most beautiful girl in Pearle town. Pamela was the daughter of rich Mr. Algernon Bentley. Mr Bentley was a strict father. "Pamela should only get married to a rich man." he had said. Pamela still lived with her father but she wasn't allowed to associate with anybody except for the people as wealthy as her father. As a result Pamela had no friends.

One day, Pamela went walking in Bluebell woods, looking for some flowers. She had a basket full of flowers in 15 minutes. She loved beauty. Then she heard a splash somewhere. She ran towards the noise and found herself looking at a brook. It was crystal clear and it looked cool and inviting. Pamela went to the edge and kicked off her shoes. She sat on a flat dry rock and dipped her feet in. The water was so cold and lovely. Pamela had the desire to jump inside.

Then she remembered the splash. She looked around and saw a face peek out from behind a large tree. Pamela felt scared. She quickly got up and put on her shoes as fast as she could. She grabbed her basket of flowers and proceeded to run off. The person behind the tree came out. "Wait!" it shouted. Pamela turned back and gave a gasp. The person was a man. He was wearing a dirty faded shirt and a pair of patched wet shorts. Pamela thought he was a beggar. She turned her back on him and ran off.

The same day, Pamela went to read on the clean and cozy porch of her fathers mansion. Suddenly, she spotted the beggar walking around outside. Her heart thumped and she thought about going inside. Then she realized that the big iron gate was locked and she was safe. She didn't know whether to panic or just sit there. So she decided on the latter. She tried to read some more but her mind kept on straying to the beggar. Pamela forced herself to look at the book. Then she looked up and screamed.

The beggar was at the gate and he was calling to her! Pamela took a deep breath and went to the gate . She didn't go too near because she was scared that he might kill her. The beggar smiled at her and said, "Hello." Pamela's heart was thumping.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"My name is Len."
"Oh. I'm Pamela Bentley."
"I know."
"How old are you you?"
"Twenty years old. You?"
"Twenty-one."
"Oh."
"Hmm."
"Can you please tell me why you came to my house?"
"I noticed you at my brook."
"I'm sorry that I disturbed you. Can you stop talking to me?"
"Why?"
"Father doesn't approve of--" Pamela blushed.
"Beggars?" Len looked at his clothes and laughed. Pamela could only nod. Len chuckled and wiped his dirty forehead. Len seemed nice enough, but what would father say? Len was talking again. "So you like the brook?" Pamela nodded. "What is it called?" she asked.
"The Open Brook." Len said.
Pamela giggled at the strange name. "Did you name it?"
"No. Grandfather did."
"Oh...Um, what were you doing there?"
"Just getting refreshed."
"Oh."
"Okay, I have to go home."
"Well, bye Len."
"Anytime you want to talk to me, just go to The Open Brook. I'll be there." Pamela nodded.
Len smiled and walked off. Pamela found herself liking Len. He was friendly and just a teeny weeny bit cute. But Pamela knew what father would say about him.

Over the next few days, Pamela forgot about Len. Her father was talking about making her get married. Pamela didn't like the thought of getting married to a strange person. Then she remembered Len. She set off to go talk to him.

She went to The Open Brook and sure enough, Len was there. "Hi, Len." she said. Len smiled at her. Pamela sat down on the flat rock and dipped her feet in. "Can I tell you something?" she asked. Len waded over to her and sat on the waters edge. "Shoot away." Pamela giggled. "Um, father wants me to get married. I don't know what to do." Len furrowed his brow. "Hmm. I don't know anything about marriage." he said, looking sorry. Pamela sighed. "Oh." was all she could say.

They talked some more and Pamela started to fall in love with Len. He was so funny and friendly. She wished she could marry him but she knew that father would never permit it. When it was time to leave Pamela got up. "Good bye." she said. Len waved. "Bye," he said, diving into the brook. Pamela sighed and walked away.

At dinner that evening, Mr. Bentley talked to Pamela. "At dinner tomorrow night you shall meet your betrothed." Pamela nodded and ate her food slowly. A tear dropped into her chicken. Mr. Bentley didn't seem to notice. He ate his food happily. Pamela lost her appetite and went to her room. There she sobbed until she fell asleep.

The next day Pamela had to get ready for the dinner. She put on a beautiful rose coloured dress with many frills and lace flounces. She would have looked beautiful if she had smiled.

Before dinner Pamela and her father arrived at the venue. "Your betrothed's residence." Mr. Bentley had told Pamela. They went inside and Mr. Bentley went to the owner of the house, Mr Hadley. Mr. Hadley was a nice friendly man. "Come and meet Lionel, my son." Pamela forced a smile. Mr. Hadley took them to Lionel. When Pamela saw him, she gasped. Lionel was Len! Len looked surprised too. Pamela ran over to him and hugged him. Len hugged her back. Mr. Bentley smiled. Mr. Hadley laughed. "They seem to like each other." the former said happily. "Yes." agreed Mr. Hadley.

The night wore on, but to Len and Pamela, it lasted only for half an hour.
"I thought you were a--" Pamela blushed. Len laughed amiably. "Well, there's more than meets the eye."
"Why were you dressed like that?" Pamela asked.
"I was disguised as a beggar so that no one would catch me going into Bluebell wood."
"Why?"
"Father was going to sell Bluebell wood. He owned it before, you know."
"Oh! But, can't you visit it after? Bluebell is a public area."
"No. The buyer wants to turn it into a housing estate."
"That's terrible! Then The Open Brook would be--" Len nodded.
"I don't know what to do."
"I wish we had a plan to keep it."
"Wait! I have an idea!"
"What?"
"I'll ask my parents to give the wood to US!"
"For a wedding present?"
"Yes! They wouldn't refuse. I'll tell them that you love the woods. You do, right?" Pamela nodded. "Wouldn't it be nice to have our wedding in the woods?" Len asked. Pamela smiled. "It would be just wonderful!" Len smiled. "Don't worry. I'll get Bluebell woods for you." Len said, giving Pamela a kiss on her cheek. Pamela blushed and nodded gratefully.

Pamela was going to get married in Bluebell woods. Len was going to own it and Pamela was thrilled. As she walked down the aisle, everyone looked at her and they all thought the same thing. 'She is the most beautiful bride that I have ever seen.' It was a beautiful wedding. Everyone was glad for the couple.

So, like every typical 'fairytale',

They lived happily ever after.

Introduction - Authors note

This is still me, Alyssa. This blog is dedicated to stories. I won't put up anymore stories in my blog, so if you are bored and looking for something fictitious to read, you can come back here and have a look. I'll write stories that will be about all sorts of subjects. I'll try my hardest not to be boring so please try to be as tactful as you can. I'll put up a chatterbox for story reviews and things like that. Happy reading!

- Alyssa Koh, Author