Thursday, December 10, 2009

A Fairytale for a Flamer

Friday again?! Wow. Every Friday, a group of writers get together for the Loose Bloggers Consortium; we blog about a particular subject and the results are often widely varied and surprising....pleasantly so! Please check out their blogs, you won't be sorry.
On Wednesday I wrote a tale which, stupidly, I posted although it was meant for today. I have decided to repost it as it was written as it was the word of the week flamer that gave me the idea. It is a timely subject, due to some recent activity from a flamer this week and the past.

The following story is true.

A Fairytale for a Flamer

Once upon a time, in a magical kingdom not so very far away from here, there lived a wicked boy. The boy was not just wicked, he was nasty and sad-not a good combination! The wicked boy, for want of any cats to kick, decided one day that it would be fun to send disgusting and hateful scrolls to random princesses throughout the land. The princesses received the scrolls and promptly fainted. All except one.

Now, the boy thought himself a clever sort. He saw himself as a prince; a little king amongst mere mortals and with powers too! Not just any power but M&S powers but magical powers and believed that they would protect him for ever more.

How had such a boy come to believe such things? Surely his mother; she had told him he was the best boy in the world and clever too. She had instructed him on his power, his magnificence. The wee lad, believing this to be so, let it all go to his head. He believed that he was all powerful right enough and this led to a peculiar naivety, a belief that he would never be challenged. Oh, and he thought his cloak made him invisible...but it was, alas, not to be so.

The boy was indeed pretty clever but he did not realise that he could be matched and indeed conquered by one particular wee girl. His belief in his own powers led him to believe that no further knowledge need ever be sought, no book need ever be read and that he knew everything that ever needed to be known.

And lo, it was a sad affair but as a result, he did not know about the gifts that magical princesses held. He had never found out that princesses were born with a tenacious and uncanny ability to overcome all and every obstacle in the pursuit of knowledge, particularly knowledge of which they believed was required to defeat a foe.

As it turned out, this lack of knowledge would be the wicked boy's downfall and would lead to him revealing his true nature- that of a halfwit.

The boy in question you see, had tried to disguise himself as a girl; he tried to gain the confidence of the princesses and win their hands in friendship so that he could have some evil fun at the princesses expense.

One particular princess was not amused.

It would be fair to say, she was pretty annoyed. But the princess let it go, having knowledge that such creatures lived in all and every kingdom and ignoring them was usually the best defence. Alas, the wicked boy persisted and the princess, herself good and kind began to turn angry. The boy, with his empty brain, unfortunately had no idea what anger could do to a girl, even a good and kind princess.

The angry princess set about using her skills to find the wicked boy and find him she did; she found out that he was not a princess but a boy in disguise. She found out his true name, where he lived, where he worked and she even managed to find some other princesses to whom the lad was also tricking.

She told the boy so and he became struck by a magical spell of the gob; he was gobsmacked. He was given a warning by the princess and one warning only; he was to leave this kingdom forever and never to darken her doorstep again. He was to no longer harass the princess or any other princess from neighbouring kingdoms.

Words a princess should never used were thrown at him for final measure; something about an arse being kicked from this kingdom to kingdom come. He was never to be seen again.

And the princesses lived happy ever after.

The End.

10 comments:

Rummuser said...

Helen, I thought that you can only cook up food! I now know better. Wondeful story. Great Moral.

Grannymar said...

What a wonderful take on the subject, with lessons for all! Nice one Helen.

Conrad said...

Sweet! This is one of those pieces that is too good to comment on. Except to speak of appreciation for the grace and the insights.

I am impressed.

Ashok said...

I think it was the most creative post of the lot, great going :)

Protege said...

Just as good at last time.;)
Have a great weekend.;)
xo
zuzana

Protege said...

I meant AS last time (not at).:P

gaelikaa said...

Helen, you are a great storyteller; then again, we Celts are like that, I love the 'fairytale' approach, I might try one myself sometime soon!

Unknown Mami said...

My favorite part is "the magical spell of the gob". You have a way of creating magic, my friend.

Judy Harper said...

Very enjoyable! I'm glad you reposted for us to read! "Gobsmacked" sounds all gooey and slimey! Perfect spell!

Helen McGinn said...

You're all far too kind but thank you. :O)
xx