me. I just wanted to tell you that… I really enjoyed your music. You sing about real things, about life and losing things in life, and about wanting more in life. I really like you… -r music,” she corrected herself.
Abel’s brows furrowed, slightly amused at this girl. She started off telling him she liked his music but practically ended up telling him she liked him! He was used to it, though, what being a Prince and all. An estranged Prince… A penniless Prince… he thought. He slightly shook his head to refocus on the girl in front of him.
She was pretty, he deduced, long brown hair in waves, big brown eyes surrounded by impossibly long lashes, and a cute button nose. He could see himself dating her. But he wasn’t looking for someone right now, no, he was focused on his music. But before he could say anything to dissuade her from pursuing him, she spoke.
“I look forward to seeing you again next weekend! Keep up the good work!” She flashed him a radiant smile and turned around. Before he knew it, she was gone. Then he realized, he didn’t even know her name,
Lydia didn’t stop running until she was in her car, gripping the steering wheel. Oh, God, what was that?! she thought. I totally almost blew it! She drove home, still thinking about that boy, Abel, and his awesome music.
The week seemed to go by slower than normal, Lydia thought. Her job at McDonald’s was truly terrible that week and it seemed like the weekend was years away. She wanted to see him again, Abel, and talk to him again.
Finally, the weekend arrived and she got ready to go to the club, the one she was at last time when she first saw Abel. She hoped he would be there again and she hoped he would sing. She put on her purple slippers and walked out into the night.
Upon arriving, the usual people were up singing. She looked around, trying to find Abel, but he was nowhere. Suddenly it hit her: maybe he was like many other people who just showed up to sing once and never returned. Her heart sank at the thought, and sunk even more as the night progressed and she didn’t see him.
It was almost closing time, and he still hadn’t shown up. Lydia prepared to leave, completely disappointed, when the DJ announced the last person.
“And the last person for tonight, give it up for our closer, Abel, also known as, the weeknd!” Lydia spun around and she saw him on the stage, gripping the microphone but looking through the crowd, searching for someone.
“This is a new one I wrote,” he spoke into the mic. “It’s called ‘No Name’.” He began to sing a song about a girl he met, only one time, enough for him to fall in love, but he didn’t get her name. But he remembered her, and this was the last line of the song, he remembered her by her purple slippers.
Lydia’s heart was thumping so loud, surely everyone around her could hear it. His song finished and she stood stock-still, waiting for the world to implode around her. Did he seriously just sing a song about me? she thought.
She slowly turned around, he was no longer on the stage, and walked out the back exit of the venue, hoping she would see him there. She took one step out the door and he was there, leaning on the wall, waiting for her. Lydia stopped abruptly.
“Hi,” she managed.
“Hi.”
They looked at each other until Lydia broke the staring contest, chuckling as she looked down, embarrassed.
“So, I don’t know how it was for you, but this past week seemed to last forever,” he said.
“Yeah, me too.”
“And I probably sprung this all on you too soon, what with the song and everything, so I’m sorry if it’s bad timing.”
“No, no it’s not. It was perfect.” Lydia looked up at him, earnestly.
“Then will you let me take you out on a date?” he asked, a smile playing on his lips. Lydia chuckled.
“Yes, of course!”
“All right then, let’s go!” He took her hand and led her to his car, the old car parked not far away this time.
“Wait-what? Right now? It’s three in the morning!” Lydia replied, laughing.
“Why not?” She had no response, so she followed him.
He took her to the closest restaurant, an Ihop, and they had pancakes. They talked and talked all night, watched the sun rise, and welcomed the people coming in the morning for their breakfast.
Around 8 in the morning he took her back to her car, not wanting to let her go.
“That was a lot of fun,” Lydia said, about to get out of the car but not wanting to.
“Listen, I have to tell you something important,” he said, making Lydia sit still.
“Oh, God, don’t tell me you have a kid I’m going to have to adopt,” she said jokingly, though internally she was hoping it wouldn’t be true. He chuckled a bit.
“No, but… There is something you need to know. I… I was recently kicked out of my parent’s house…” he paused.
“So you need a place to stay?... Okay, things may be going a bit fast right now…” she replied.
“No, no, not that. Umm, how do I say this… Have you heard of the Insel Island?” he asked.
“No… Should I have?”
“No, that’s okay, no one has. But, you see, that’s where I’m originally from.”
“Okay… I don’t see how that’s a problem…” Lydia was very confused.
“Well, it’s an island that is still ruled by monarchs.”
“Okay…”
“Meaning there’s a King and a Queen and a court and such…”
“Right…”
“And I’m the King and Queen’s son.”
Lydia was silent for a bit, trying to make sense of it all.
“So you’re telling me… that… you’re a Prince?”
“Yes.”
“But you sing hip-hop… Here. You’re not in Insel Island, ruling the place.”
“No, I’m not, not yet at least. You see, my parents have momentarily disowned me because I’m 21 and have rejected any of the women they want me to marry to help rule the kingdom. I’ve been on my own since I was 18, when I became an adult and they kicked me out, and was still not married. They did not like my choice in music, much less that I wanted to become a rapper and sing hip-hop, not get married. They’re waiting for me to finally decide to settle down before they take me back and allow me to go home again. So, if you would still like us to happen, well, there’s that little bump in the road.”
“Little bump in the road meaning if we do stay together, I’d basically become a Queen,” Lydia said. It sounded so strange when she said it out loud!
“Up until now, my music has been about being left behind, being left alone, being abandoned, because that’s essentially what happened to me. But the past week after I met you… You have no idea how many songs I wrote about love and falling in love, about being with one person for the rest of my life, and I didn’t even know your name! Now I do: Lydia. Please say you’ll stay with me, even after all I’ve just told you.”
“The past week was unbearable for me, as well. But I didn’t know you were a Prince! Prince Abel. It has a nice ring to it. I like it. I think I’ll stay with this Prince,” she said, and smiled at Abel. He smiled back, radiantly.
They remained together until six months later he took her to meet his parents, the King and Queen of Insel. They were so surprised that their son had found someone, even more so that he had found someone through hip-hop, something they did not like, but decided to give it another chance, for their son’s sake.
Prince Abel and Lydia married, she became Princess Lydia, and together they built the first hip-hop school in Insel Island. With time, they had three beautiful sons and became King and Queen.
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Atozoon’s Fairytale-A Different Kind of Fairytale
Once upon a time, the mighty King Testis created and army of 200 million sperm soldiers. He wanted to defeat the wall around the beautiful Princess Ova. He knew that this would be the time her defenses would be lowered and her vulnerability high. So he created this army, made them as strong as possible and sent
them on their way.
“Only one will prevail and take Princess Ova as their own,” King Testis warned them. “And none of you will return. He who is successful shall have the greatest of all rewards.”
The valiant sperm went on their way. They had to leave King Testis’ castle and go through Seminiferous Tubules, a challenge indeed. Once they passed that, they kept on going, fighting the whole way. They had to go through the Land of the Epididymis, a land that connected Vas Deferens to Testicleopia. The enemy here was evil, but they defeated the enemy and continued on their journey to Princess Ova. After having passed through Seminiferous Tubules and the Land of the Epididymis, they had to go into Vas Deferens! Courageously they entered and, although some sperm soldiers perished, many made it out alive!
But many challenges remained as they kept on their journey and they knew this; still, they continued. They had to get through the Pro-State, which they thought would be a difficult task, yet they continued, and easily they were out. Pro-State was not as evil as the Land of the Epididymis; no, not even by half! Next, they had to go down Urethra; the sperm soldiers knew they were close to their objective. They rejoiced and gained an extra boost of energy; quite literally they were boosted and pushed down and out Urethra, and continued madly into Vagina. Once there, the sperm soldiers knew they were even closer than before and rushed even faster!
One sperm was beating the rest of them, moving his tail wildly to and fro, swimming faster than the rest. They burst into Uterus, all swimming ferociously. But he who was the fastest,
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