Miriam's Fairytales

by Miriam Guerrero

was the pine tree you were just leaning on. But when you threw the lock of hair on my roots, I became a human again! You see, the little man said he could make me a pine tree if I gave him a lock of my hair but instead he chopped off my entire pony tail! So when I became a pine tree I was a bald pine tree. But now that you have returned with my hair, I am human again and not bald!”

  Miriam pondered what the girl was saying. “So you’re telling me that you were a tree and that when I dropped that hair on the ground, which was yours, you stopped being a tree and became your human self again? All because of that little man?” she asked, incredulous.

  “Yes!” Denise replied, hoping Miriam would believe her.

  “Fair enough,” Miriam said. “That little man was causing a lot of trouble.”

  Because she was so grateful, Denise bought Miriam an apple pie and they became best friends. And they lived happily ever after.

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  Zayda’s Fairytale

  Once upon a time, there was a Zayda. She was a very slim girl and because of that, she often disappeared into thin air if she didn’t eat. Her mother would call for her but, although she could hear her response, she could not see her! Either way, visible or invisible, Zayda loved to eat. She would eat and eat and eat to her heart’s content and never gain any weight. If she ate enough, however, she would become visible again.

  Zayda rather enjoyed being invisible. She enjoyed being able to prank people, throw things at them, scare them. She would also often spy on people like a ninja.

  One day, she went further away from home, while invisible, playing a game. In this game, she imagined she was a peasant girl going to a faraway place to meet the Prince she was betrothed to.

  “I go to meet my man,” she began to sing.

  “Who is going to take my hand,

  Rejoice, rejoice inside my heart,

  And I’ll bake him an apple tart!”

  She sang as she skipped through people, pushing them to the side without them knowing what hit them, laughing all the while.

  She was having so much fun she didn’t realize how far she had strayed from home. There were so many strange people around! And they couldn’t even see her to help her!

  Suddenly she felt a small rock hit her ankle. She turned around to see who had thrown it at her and saw a boy perched on top of some barrels laughing and pointing at her. He picked up another rock and prepared to throw it at her. Zayda walked up to him, furious!

  “Hey!” she yelled. Bystanders looked around but couldn’t see who had yelled.

  “You can’t be throwing rocks at people, that is so mean!”

  The boy stood stock still, the sling-shot mid-air.

  “Wait-you can see me?!” he exclaimed. When he spoke Zayda realized he wasn’t a boy, rather a teenager or in his early twenties.

  Then Zayda realized something else.

  “Wait-you can see me?!” They looked at each other suspiciously.

  “No one can see me when I become invisible…” she thought out loud.

  “Me either…” he concurred.

  “You’re the only other person in the world that I know that is also invisible!” Zayda exclaimed. “That is so cool! Let’s go throw stuff at people!”

  He pretended not to notice the irony of her words and agreed.

  “I’m Enkeli, by the way.”

  “Zayda!” And they proceeded to throw pebbles, fruit, and anything else they could get their hands on at the unsuspecting townspeople for the rest of the day.

  When they were tired, they sat down at the barrels where Zayda had first seen Enkeli.

  “It’s so strange knowing someone else is like me, I thought I was alone for so long! But now it’s pretty cool to have someone to play with when I’m invisible.” She smiled and he smiled back.

  “Come to my house and have dinner. I’m sure my mother would love to have you over... and to see me, too. I became invisible this morning when I skipped breakfast.”

  But Zayda’s face became troubled… “Mother! Oh no! She’ll be worried sick about me! Oh, please take me home!” she begged him. “I live in Minksulee.”

  He briefly thought about it. “I can’t tonight. I’m sorry, but it’s too late right now and Minksulee is a half-day’s walk from here. Stay the night at my house and tomorrow we shall go.”

  “All right then,” Zayda agreed.

  They set off walking for some time and mindlessly chatted about nothing. She found out Enkeli was 21, only a year older than her, that his favorite color was green, and he liked to read. Their pace slowed.

  “Well, this is it. This is my home.” They had stopped at two giant, wrought-iron gates that surrounded a massive palace. Absorbed into the conversation, she had become unaware of her surroundings so she hadn’t noticed where they were going.

  “You live here?!” she half-yelled. “Did you conveniently forget to tell me that you’re filthy rich?”

  “Mmm… Not necessarily… You see, I’m the Prince… My parents are the King and Queen of all of Chatterdom,” he said, as if news of that caliber could be so easily dismissed.

  “You have got to be kidding me. You’re THE Prince Enkeli?” she asked, dumbfounded, hitting her forehead with her palm.

  “Well, yeah…”

  They walked into the huge palace where the King and the Queen were awaiting Enkeli’s return. Zayda was introduced to them and soon they were all sitting at the dinner table, conversing comfortably waiting for their food to arrive.

  And the feast began. There were so many foods! Zayda began to eat and slowly but surely, she and Enkeli became visible again.

  “No matter how many times I see it, I still cannot get used to it,” the Queen said. It was like a glowing, when they became visible again. It started at their stomach and began spreading until all of their body was visible once more.

  “And there you are!” the King and Queen joked, smiling and officially welcoming Zayda to their home.

  “We have never known anyone else who could also be invisible like Enkeli!” they commented and they began to eat dessert. All too soon the meal was over, but the night far from it.

  Enkeli became serious all too soon.

  “Do you really want to go home?” he asked Zayda.

  “Yes, I do! My mother must be worried sick!”

  “I pray thee, Zayda, think about this: what if this became your new home? Would you like that? Why don’t you stay here with me?” he knelt on one knee. “Why don’t you stay and become my wife, help me rule this Kingdom one day? Stay with me and we can be invisible together.”

  Zayda was stunned but all at once she was hit with a ton of emotions: happiness, sadness, joy, pride, some other feelings she had no name for and… love.

  “Do you speak to me frankly, Enkeli?” she asked, her voice small.

  “I most certainly do! Now that I know someone else like me, it makes me so happy. It makes things feel… right. And not lonely. What do you say? Would you like to stay here, with me, or would you like for me to take you home?” He looked at her, his eyes pleading, so vulnerable, waiting.

  “I think… I would really like to… stay here,” she replied.

  Enkeli’s face became radiant with a huge smile. He took her in his arms and hugged her so tightly, Zayda felt her bones might crush, but she didn’t care. The King and Queen, along with all of the maids, servants, and butlers clapped joyously.

  She went home for a day to tell her mother the good news but returned to Chatterdom to begin preparing for her wedding and new life with Enkeli.

  There, they lived together in the giant palace, had many invisible babies, and ruled the kingdom of Chatterdom together, living happily ever after.

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  Lydia’s Fairytale-A Modern Fairytale

  Once upon a time there was a Lydia. She was a tall girl, and very much liked music and purple things. In fact, she had a pair of purple slippers that she wore everywhere she went.

  Lydia also loved music a lot,
especially hip-hop music. Where she lived in the small town of Vikend there were always hip-hop parties, parties specifically for hip-hop singers and hip-hop lovers to attend. Every weekend these parties happened, and every weekend Lydia was there listening to new people, enjoying the regulars, and having a good time. But Lydia felt like something was missing in her life, not just a better hip-hop singer, but also someone she could enjoy hip-hop with.

  Then, one weekend, a new boy arrived at one of the parties Lydia was attending. He was a singer, and a very cute one, so immediately she was intrigued. His name was Abel but his stage name was “the weeknd” because he, too, loved the weekends where he could sing hip-hop to people just for the fun of it.

  When he first started singing, Lydia was flabbergasted! His voice was like honey, smooth and sweet, and he sang of a lost life. Lydia felt herself falling in love with this boy she had never met before, just by his singing. She wanted to speak to him, so after the party she followed him out.

  She saw him walking alone, towards an old, run-down car parked a couple streets away. She walked briskly to catch up to him.

  “Hey!” she called, when she was just a few feet away from him. He turned around, surprised, and almost bumped into her. Lydia stopped abruptly, only a few inches away from Abel.

  “Hi,” he said, sort of sarcastically. “You’re the girl from the party. You were sitting in the back, drinking a cosmo. And wearing purple slippers.”

  Lydia didn’t know whether to be happy or slightly afraid at the fact that he knew so much about what she had been doing, much less what she was wearing.

  “Yes, that’s