Displaced Fairy Tale

Displaced Fairy Tale

“You’re test did come back positive and yes you are pregnant with twins, Jane.”
“Oh, well can I have an abortion?” Jane asks the doctor sitting across from her in the stark-white room.
“You are further along in your term that makes it illegal to have an abortion in this state.”
Jane left the doctor’s office with extremely low spirits that cold afternoon. This wasn’t how she had planned on spending her senior year of high school. She was 17 and a heavy partier. She spent her time using different drugs, being resentful to her parents, and skipping classes to hang out with her boyfriend who was much older than she.
As she walked down the sidewalk a skinny well-dressed silver haired old woman walked up to her.
“What’s wrong my dear child?” The old lady said in a soothing voice.
“Well, I just found out I’m pregnant with twins, but I’m too far along in my term to have an abortion.” Jane angrily kicked at the ground while speaking to the old woman.
“Oh, dear, why would you ever want to kill such a precious blessing?”
“I’m in no position to have a kid, let alone two.”
“Well I’ll tell you what. I’ll help you along with your pregnancy, help deliver the babies and then in retune you give me the children once they are born. And I will take care of them and love them, and be the mother you can’t be at the time.” Jane could not believe the luck she had just run into! She agreed to give the babies to the helpful elderly lady and for the next three months she spent her time after school with the lady preparing for the birth of the twins. Jane’s parents were not involved nor did they want to be. They had disowned their daughter a year before her getting pregnant because of her excessive drug and alcohol abuse.

Finally the big day came and on a cold morning in March Jane gave birth to a baby boy the old woman named Donny and a little girl she called Marie. They were beautiful blond haired blue-eyed babies with rosy red cheeks. When Jane laid eyes on the beautiful babies she had no emotional connection to them what so ever. She was ready to hand them over and leave the house to get back to her drugs and partying. And that is just what happened.
“Alright Jane, it is time for you to leave.” The old lady announced, once Jane was rested up. So the troubled teen bid her farewell and left without looking back once.

The old woman looked after the twins with all the care in the world. The first two years of their life, they spent playing in her garden, singing songs, and enjoying their little lives together. Until one day when the sweet old lady, showed her true colors and her real reason for taking in the children so graciously from Jane. Once Donny and Marie were strong enough the old woman made them her personal slaves. Leaving them to clean, cook, and wait on old witch of a lady hand and foot. She would make little Marie crawl into the darkest corners of her house to chase the spiders and rats out, where Donny had to wait with a broom to kill each creature as it tried to escape. The old woman would lock one in the attic and the other in the basement at night with no lights and nothing more than a shabby old blanket to keep themselves warm.
After several years of living this way, the twins became so depressed and sick that they were no longer strong enough to please the old woman. She locked them in their rooms and would shove scraps of food under the doors at night for them to fight over with the rats that lived amongst them.
Now the old woman’s neighbors grew more and more concerned, because they had stopped seeing the children moving about the house for a couple of weeks. So one good neighbor called the sheriff to the house to check up on the old woman and children. When he came knocking on the door Donny could see him through one of the holes in the attic a rat had chewed in the siding of the house. The old woman answered the door, and spoke in the charming voice she had used so many years ago on troubled Jane.
“Why, Sheriff it’s wonderful to see you. What can I do for you today?”
“Well ma’ma, I just wanted to asked the boy and girl that live here with you a few questions. Are they here?” The old woman stood up straight and replied with a quick tongue.
“Why no, I’ve sent them out to get some groceries for supper tonight.” The sheriff looked at her suspiciously and that’s when he heard a loud thumbing noise coming from the attic. The sheriff pushed aside the lady and walked up to the attic were he found the door bolted shut. He unbolted and opened it up to find little Donny with a piece of wood in his hand pounding it against the floor. Donny quickly took the Sheriff down to the basement where they saved little Marie.
When they got to the sheriff station and had the old woman arrested and thrown into prison for the rest of her life, they tried to contact Donny and Marie’s mother. But it turned out that Jane, had one night of such intense partying that she overdosed on Meth and died. When the Sheriff learned of what had become of the two youngsters mother, he felt so sorry for them that he personally took the twins home to live with his wife and him. They had always wanted children but could never have any due to a metical condition his wife had.
The sheriff and his wife loved Donny and Marie with all their hearts and more love than anyone could have given the two children. They attended school and went on to college, and eventually became part of the Child Protective Services.

Moral of the story, don’t do drugs.

Cartoon time.

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Slink-a-rella

I just thought about it today looking at the schedule for class and how today was supposed to be about Cinderella, that a nick name I have for my dog Slinky, is Slink-a-rella, taken from Cinderella. I called her that at first because she was a diamond in the ruff (haha ruff, dog) but anyway she was an abused seven month old dog in the Mammoth Lakes Animal Shelter. But when she got her day at the ball-living with a family that isn't abusive-she came out of her shell and became the greatest companion. Her realistic fairytale parallels that of Cinderella, not only by nickname.

Hansel and Gretel

I surprised when reading Hansel and Gretel, how negatively the females are portrayed in the story. The evil step-mother, the Wicked Witch in the woods, and than poor little helpless Gretel. Someone has to be the mean evil character in stories, and it seems to sway more toward females. But what I really enjoyed about the story is how weak and defenseless Gretel is-that sounds terrible. Her brother has to do all the work in getting them home, and comforting her, while he conducts himself with strength. But in the end it is Gretel that saves the day by pushing the nasty old witch into the fire. The twist of Gretel's character is an empowering moment for the females in fairytales. This is why I enjoyed Gretel's weak character, because in the end she kicks butt and kills the witch!

Personal Family Stroytelling

The story of Dad and Big Foot. It is a true story—says my dad—about him having an encounter with the mysterious creature we no nothing about.

The story is supposed to be told in summer, due to the fact that this was the easiest way for my dad to really get into the story and freak my brothers and me out. I’m sure looking back on our experiences with storytelling, that it was a tactic to get us to remember the story with pictures in our head of the scary woods behind my father, and the smell of pine and sometimes, if I was really into the story, the faint stench of what smelled like wet dog. This was the clincher to the story, when my father would hold his nose up to the sky and sniff. As a little kid I could smell Big Foot's pungent aroma floating through the woods, and onto the porch of our cabin deep in the woods of the Sierra's.

Now writing it down, like all oral traditions, you miss out on so much of the story that cannot be put into words.

It was in late summer, when the air was still warm and the grass was slowly beginning to turn yellow. I was on a fishing trip with Grandpa, Grandma, Sis, and my little dog Lucy in the Sierra's. Grandpa and I had been fishing all day, and it was getting time to head in so that we could get the fish ready for eating. We walked steadily through the woods to our campsite where Grandma and Sis had started the fire. We had caught four fish exactly so everyone could have their own. After dinner, we sat around the campfire singing songs and telling stories. When the campfire had died down and the faint glow of embers was the only thing left, we nestled into our sleeping bags under a sky spotted with trillions of stars and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night I woke up having to use the bathroom, I tried to hold it in. The woods were dark, and the breeze sent chills from my head to my toes. It was still warm out and the moon had just started to peak it's face out from behind the ridged mountain tops, sparkling on the lake water. I finally couldn't hold it any longer. I unzipped my sleeping bag and looked around. Everyone was a sleep, the embers were still dimly glowing as I passed. I walked into the woods hearing the trees talking to each other with ever puff of wind. That's when I caught sent of something fowl, it smelled like a wet dog. But Lucy was sound asleep by the glowing embers 10 feet behind me. The smell got stronger as walked deeper into the woods. I turned around to see if I could still see the campsite. Suddenly I heard the crunching of dried leaves as if someone, or something, was walking through the woods just ahead. I quickly turned around to see what it was. And that's when I saw it! Standing upright like a man, but covered in what looked like fur. It was dark and I couldn't make out the direction it was headed. Petrified I couldn't move! It turned, sniffed the air, and looked directly at me. I could see it's eyes catch the moonshine, it started towards me, swaggering and swaying with every step. I couldn't move, I was scared stiff and yet amazed at what I was seeing.

BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! It was Lucy right by my side barking at this creature coming towards me! It stopped about 20 feet from me. I could see the texture of it's fur, a dark brown, with what looked like twigs and leaves stuck in it. It stood about 10 feet tall, it's face like nothing I've ever seen. BARK! BARK! BARK! Lucy kept barking but wouldn't venture any closer than where I was standing.
And then it turned and took off at a fast pace camouflaging itself with the dark night woods.

Lucy and I ran back to camp, where everyone had awaken from the barking. I told them what I had seen. Grandma told me to go to sleep and stop imagining things, Grandpa leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I believe you son."

The next morning Lucy, Grandpa, and myself walked into the woods were I claimed to have seen the creature, but we couldn't find any trace of it.

The end.