The True Story of Sleeping Beauty: By Flora the Fairy Godmother

Submitted by Heather on Wed, 11/19/2008 - 02:45

I won’t condone it, I tell you! For years, the trumped-up, silly story of “Sleeping Beauty” has been circulating the world. It’s been the subject of multiple books, collections of stories, and even a movie was made about it! Its madness! Hedge of thorns? A dragon? An enchanted sleep?
Puh-leese!
That’s not the real story. I should know. I was there, as one of the fairy godmothers. Flora, in fact. And I’m not a chubby, orange-clad silly-nilly with an obsession with pink, like the movie showed me. I’m sensible and graceful, whatever they may say.

The Reasons Why I Love You

Submitted by Anonymous on Tue, 11/18/2008 - 19:31

I love the way you cry when we watch a sad movie, and the way you insist on watching something manly when the movie ends, like boxing or football.
I love it when you write notes to me during the preacher’s sermon in church. Each note always has a piece of your heart in it, and that always makes me happy that I’m the only one who receives them and understands them.
I love the stupid things you say. I love even more that you don’t realize what you said until I start laughing so hard that tears flow from my eyes and I can’t stop.

It's Okay to Smile

Submitted by Hannah W. on Tue, 11/18/2008 - 15:53

It's okay to smile,
It's okay to laugh
even though the ones we love
from this life and world do pass

It's okay to dance
feeling music and joy,
even though we know that death
is something we can't avoid

It's okay to love
and give your heart away,
even though you know it might
be broken to pieces someday

It's okay to grin,
to be happy isn't wrong,
even though the ones we love
from our sides have now gone

A Knight On The Old North Shore

Submitted by Mary on Mon, 11/17/2008 - 21:50

'Twas a dark gray night on the old North Shore
- And the wind and the waves were wild -
That the black-caped traveler came to her door
And begged to rest a while.

An hour's rest from the savage wind
She dared deny no man,
So graciously she asked him in
To sit and warm his hands.

She stirred the fire and bade him sit
Before the merry blaze.
Sit he did, and stared at it
With a lost and distant gaze.