Fairy Tale: LJIdol Week Eleven
Again, still working on this, any and all criticism is welcome. I know I'm being obscure here, but I'm not sure I want to fill in on this particular story. So I may end up writing something different.
At first they are real.
It's a simple fantasy, and had she had read a romance novel, she would have recognized the plot. A friend from her old school days, a game of strip poker, and suddenly they were a family, settled and happy.
The next time it was an old enemy, seen in a different light. A chance meeting, a sudden kiss, and there was love and understanding.
Then it got complicated.
It was probably her overactive imagination. That and the plethora of fantasy novels she loved to read. After all, there was always a hero, always strong women, and they always, always lived happily ever after.
So she imagined she was one of them, making up the stories she loved in her head. Sometimes she imagined the people in her stories were the ones in her real life, but it was only daydreams. Things to pass the time. A distraction. After all, this was before she discovered the Internet, so she only had her books and her mind. And there were only so many times she could reread the same tales.
And in the end, she never lost her love of fairy tales.
As she got older she never abandoned her tales. She was a princess, she was poor. Sometimes she lived in this world, and sometimes it was the great fantasyland that only she could see. There was always someone to rely on, and even though she understood life was complicated, they still ended up happily ever after.
When her life was full, she didn't need the stories. She didn't forget about them, though. Because they always came back. In the stories, she was eloquent, and beautiful, and she was never, ever alone. At least by the time they reached their logical conclusion.
She knows they aren't real, but sometimes, it's all she has.
At first they are real.
It's a simple fantasy, and had she had read a romance novel, she would have recognized the plot. A friend from her old school days, a game of strip poker, and suddenly they were a family, settled and happy.
The next time it was an old enemy, seen in a different light. A chance meeting, a sudden kiss, and there was love and understanding.
Then it got complicated.
It was probably her overactive imagination. That and the plethora of fantasy novels she loved to read. After all, there was always a hero, always strong women, and they always, always lived happily ever after.
So she imagined she was one of them, making up the stories she loved in her head. Sometimes she imagined the people in her stories were the ones in her real life, but it was only daydreams. Things to pass the time. A distraction. After all, this was before she discovered the Internet, so she only had her books and her mind. And there were only so many times she could reread the same tales.
And in the end, she never lost her love of fairy tales.
As she got older she never abandoned her tales. She was a princess, she was poor. Sometimes she lived in this world, and sometimes it was the great fantasyland that only she could see. There was always someone to rely on, and even though she understood life was complicated, they still ended up happily ever after.
When her life was full, she didn't need the stories. She didn't forget about them, though. Because they always came back. In the stories, she was eloquent, and beautiful, and she was never, ever alone. At least by the time they reached their logical conclusion.
She knows they aren't real, but sometimes, it's all she has.