Put yourself into a happily ever after situation. What’s your role? How does the story go? Tell us the story and if you need a shape for your fairy tale the web obliges. Extra web friendship points for a noir flavour! (a happily ever after story with noir flavour? Now, there’s a challenge)
A Noir creation from Janet Webster to inspire noir fairy tales…
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From inside the #Noir Lodge could be heard………
Phaedra: “Lift my body, keep my head up. The fastenings of my dear limbs have come apart. Hold on to my shapely arms, attendants. My hair all done up on top of my head is a heavy load to bear. Take out my hair pinnings, let the curls of my hair cascade over my shoulders. … I only wish I could, from a dewy spring, scoop up a drink of pure water, and, lying down beneath the poplars in a grassy meadow, I could find relief. … Take me to the mountains—I will go to the woods, to the pine trees, where the beast-killing hounds track their prey, getting closer and closer to the dappled deer. I swear by the gods, I have a passionate desire to give a hunter’s shout to the hounds, and, with my blond hair and all, to throw a javelin, holding the barbed dart in my hand.” Euripides Hippolytus (198-222)
Satisfaction is more existent when it has been worked for, earned and not given. Through setting aspirations and achieving them, I wish for modern success that will bring happiness to me. Not necessarily being rich in money, but in the experiences that have worked up to the moment where I am sitting by my fireplace in a fancy house with an understanding and appreciation of the lively, yet humble life I am living, where I have enough wealth to get by with a wife and kids but not enough to where it rules the course of my future. Reaching slightly beyond the American dream would be my happily ever after, keeping it subtle, but classy.
Once upon a time there was a boy named Dmitrius. Every day he had to put up with two older brothers and two older sisters who picked on him and made his life miserable.
But, one day, he found a pack of magical sour patch kids. Once someone ate a sour patch kid, they would have to fulfill the destiny Dmitrius gave them.
His older brothers and sister stole his sour patch kids (because they stole all his candy), so Dmitrius gave them the following fates:
Alekseius became a male stripper and died.
Annaus lost her iPhone and was so devastated she cried all the water out of her body and died.
Vladimirus was so tired from wrestling matches that he started taking drugs and overdosed and died.
Until finally only Dmitrius and his momus and oldest sister (who don’t eat sour patch kids) were left. Dmitrius played football for the Steelers and baseball for the Yankees after graduating from MIT and Harvard and he worked for Google in his spare time with his sister Kyraus. They supported their Momus in an apartment overlooking Central Park and they lived happily ever after.
I watched as the data stream slipped from my fingers and rippled away over the moonlit lake. It looked like an otter had surfaced and dove, leaving endless concentric circles. Only I knew that my effort to save the world by downloading the Midnight virus had failed. Farewell to the Great Pool of Imara. Farewell to the Great Server called Ishmael. Farewell to roses. Farewell to Rose.
…ordered three tonnes of pickle planks and lived happily ever after.
She kissed our baby one more time and handed her to me.
While holding my beautiful daughter in my arms, I watched her mother leave us for ever.