Here’s to real heroes, not the ones who carry us off into the sunset but the ones who help us choose our princes.” – commentary on Castles on the Sand

But fairytales were, at best, dirty mirrors whose warped and pitted surfaces reflected a highly distorted view of the truth, quite different from reality.

See you later.”2. Step outside.3. Close the door.I don’t want to, really. I want to go back inside and believe Gordon’s words,like a child believing in a fairy tale, and I want to escape this...

I would parade you in the hall of the monarchs of the ocean if you could breathe water.

Yes sir, the fish was left in place of the crystal ball. It’s been bagged and tagged for analysis.”Great. Now we have another red herring on our hands.

Saturated Arrogance…she rebuked those about herin darkness did she dwella pathetic historyall mortal man would tell..

Muse’s creations are predominately lyrical often resulting in poetic sonnets and fairytale like art.

Have you ever pondered the miracle of popcorn? It starts out as a tiny, little, compact kernel with magic trapped inside that when agitated, bursts to create something marvelously desirable. It’s sort of like those...

It began with the Christmas tree lights. They were candy-bright, mouth-size. She wanted to feel the lightness of them on her tongue, the spark on her tastebuds. Without him life was so dark, and all...

They were still all beautiful and there was still enchantment and wonder, but she had crossed a line and now the fairy tale was green with corruption and evil.

Where’s the frog?

Best friend is like a pen and we’re the paper. We’ll not complete without their ink

Halló la espada y la armadura enterradas a diez pasos bajo tierra, enredadas en las raíces de un árbol oscuro partido en la antigüedad por un rayo certero, donde habían anidado diez cuervos de garras...

All truth starts out as a wish; hence, reality is born from fairytale.”from—”My Aquarius

Once upon a time there was an empress, trapped as a ghost in the ruins of a jewelled palace, cursed to find another soul to take her place. At least, that’s what the empress heard....

You are ugly now, on the inside, where it matters most…you are beastly.

Life’s like the piano and the violin, it’s about how smart you could play the melodies to make a good harmony.

My story is a sad and lonely one, and beautiful and lively and joyful. It’s not perfect; it is what it is.This is a story.But it is not a fairytale.

Truly, there is magic in fairytales.For it takes but a simply-uttered ‘Once upon a time…’ to allure and spellbind an audience.

I met Baba Yaga at the end of childhood – past pigtails and fairytales, but not quite ready to give up on make-believe.

We were fair game but we have kept out of the cesspool. We are strong. We are the good ones. Do not discover us for we lie together all in green like pond weeds. Hold...

I will do everything I can to be the man that you want, the man that the seven-year-old you used to dream about. I will bring you flowers, I’ll take care of you when you’re...

I wrote this about you, about our love, our story. And I feel so damn lucky that others in this world, strangers in other parts, can steal a piece of what we have and feel...

When a child keeps asking you to tell him/her a story, what they instinctively really want to know is their true purpose and mission in life. Sadly, this knowledge was never sought out by their...

Lollypop…the passion contained merely kissesplaced upon lips, neck and cheekthese young lovers of the castleof which our fairytale speaks…

Men-kind shared this world for but a blink, then, sadly, they became enlightened, found science and religion. The new world of men left little room for magic or the magical creatures of old. Earth’s first...

Love is a fairytale blah, blah, blah.

On a cloudless night, inky dark, with only a rind of a moon above, the Golem and the Jinni went walking together along the Prince Street rooftops.

Many years ago, plunging was discovered when the moon was in two halves- it’s all about dreams, you see

Depths of Friendship…under fathoms deepof dark and bitter coldan eerie oscillationreverberated brash and bold…

And they lived ever after, whether they were happy about it or not.

Every constellation’s like its own fairy tale.

He looked at the little maiden, and she looked at him; and he felt that he was melting away, but he still managed to keep himself erect, shouldering his gun bravely. A door was suddenly...

I am here because I have to be here, as here I am supposed to be! All things should be, and usually are, found in their rightful places. Can you imagine how chaotic the world...

Little Maiden Encounters FearDeepest regions walked she therelittle maiden sweet and fairventured far from the pathnever a whispernever a laugh…

There were fat cats and skinny cats. The long-tailed and the bobbed. The daring young leapers, and the old windowsill sleepers. Balls of waddling fluff, smooth-coated prowlers, and hairless ones that looked fragile and wise....

I always thought that falling in love should feel like jumping from a cliff. A fall that scares you as much as it excites you, that leaves you breathless and wanting more. The impossible kind...

It is said that our destiny is set, predetermined before conception. But I myself, have never been a believer…

Doubt is unacceptable and should not enter you; it is merely evil trying to divert you and increase the difficulty of your task

Saturated Arrogance…imprisoned musescried to be freeshe took away their quillsand saiddo not bother me…

How’s daydreaming affecting nightmares?? Showing the light where is all dark!

It is good for children to find themselves facing the elements of a fairy tale – they are well-equipped to deal with these

You look like a Greek God, not to attract me per say, but to be attractive to all. It’s part of your power, your persuasive way. It’s also part of the evil, to make it...

My path will weaveThe way you sayThere is no doubtYou’ll create the way

Agony’s PlotA zephyr skimmedacross my creamy skingently kissingwhere the sun had been….

But I did not bring the Wild Boy to England simply so he could learn from us. I also brought him here so we could learn from him; so we can remember what it means...

The darkness isn’t so frightening with Ryan. With him I can believe that I am a princess with a wreath of flowers and ribbons crowning my head and he is my prince sworn to protect...

Will you kiss me again?” I flirted sweetly.

It can be heartbreaking when you find out that your fairytale image of the world doesn’t match the reality.

There are fairy stories to be written for adults. Stories that are still in a green state.