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Wednesday, February 14, 2007
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In Search of a Fairytale
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Cinderella flew through the air, away from all things ugly and ordinary. And when she landed, she found herself most impertinently surrounded by pirates! "We have come for ye glass slipper!"
Let's hope I can do better than that at story-telling. Of course, my life isn't as exciting as Cinderella's appears to be, but that what a teller of stories is for--to make the ordinary into the extraordinary. :)
Now let me see. What is that phrase you use? Ah, yes. Once upon a time, and not so very far away, there lived a young girl, who longed for a fairytale.
She was not an extraordinary. She wasn't a Cinderella, slaving away at the mundane and finally rescued by Prince Charming, nor was she an Aurora, always cheerful and ever willing to do menial tasks that she had just done yesterday (berry-picking?!?). She was not a Bedouin princess with countless suitors, or an Anastasia, in search of a past she never knew. She was not the fairest in the land, victim of an evil queen's jealousy. She didn't even know any queens. She was just an ordinary.
Her friends were ordinaries too. They weren't magical fairies from Neverland, or pirates of the Jolly Roger. They weren't short little men who made a fortune in diamonds as an everyday occurrence. Nor mice, owls, rabbits, crabs, seagulls, flounders, tigers, or talking candelabras. Her friends were just ordinaries, like her.
But whenever this ordinary girl met with her ordinary friends, extraordinary things began to happen.
Like the time the French resistance fighters were holed up in an abandoned shed, enemy riflemen storming the building at every opening. Hour after hour, the resistance held up against the onslaught of enemy fire. After what seemed like an eternity of perpetual activity and alertness, the fire ceased. A chilling stillness engulfed the young fighter and her three remaining companions. How much longer could they hold on? There was no hope of rescue. Their only officer had gone down. The more seasoned of the four fighters took command, and our young fighter gave all to follow her.
Ordered to remain invisible and unfamiliar with her surroundings, she crawled through utter blackness to the post abandoned by her fallen officer, and took up the watch. Her orders were to strike only when sure of success.
She waited. Crouched with her back to the wall, she remembered her training. "A good soldier knows that invisibility is the result of patience and agility." The words echoed through her mind. She could be invisible, and her training had made her agile. She could wait for opportunity to present itself.
It seemed like hours. Bullets rained overhead as her adversaries took out her companionts one by one. She watched, crouching in the darkness, powerless to help them. Each time the barrage started again, she weighed her chances.
Voices approached her position and without warning, the walls of her barricade were repositioned to accommodate the enemy. They dismantled her entire defense! Her only chance to remain unseen was to remain completely motionless. Only her back was defended. Surely they knew she was there. They must have seen her. She was done for now!
But, no, if they had known she was there, they'd have killed her without mercy. Fire was directed at her officer. She could try to help her friend. It would expose her, but she could help. But would such an action be worth it in the long run?
No. She decided to wait for opportunity to come to her. But because this decision had cost her the life of her leader, she would make the opposition pay for their work. The bullets ceased and voices were raised.
"I got you Manda!"
"You shot me in the back!"
"That means you're dead!"
The battle continued with words instead of bullets. The young fighter recognized one voice as that of the Commander of the opposing force. The time had come.
Slowly, quietly, crouching, she manuevered around the works. There! Her opponent was less than three feet away! The fighter let loose two bullets. "YES!! Danielle is OUT! I got her!"
Our young heroine became an ordinary once more as she danced a dance of victory and delight. Her fallen officer, on hearing of her daring act of bravery and self-sacrifice, awarded her the title of “Phantom” and the right to sign the special Aerosoft Hall of Fame book. |
posted by cori
2/14/2007 03:15:00 PM
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| Sounds like some kind of sports thing, but in reality, the ShugaBowl is just a little hideaway for me, Sugarcube herself, to let loose my thoughts and occasional creativeness. |
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