Fairy tales, short stories and chain stories

Peter Cincotti’s” Angel Town” was meant to spark your creativity as to write a new modern fairy tale based on his song (see lyrics below)

Mazy checks her cell phone
For the 32nd time
Slips into her Jimmy Choo’s
Perfect pink three-quarter skirt
And lilac leather purse
She’s a page from W
She grabs the only coat she owns
Sprays the room with French cologne
Just in case she don’t come home alone

Well she’s on stage tonight in Angel Town
Where how you look’s what matters
Things are looking up so don’t look down
And she should go home but she never will
She’ll ride her broken wings until
She flies so high
She shatters
She loves this town

Fat boy Roy’s a would be king
With offices at Fox
He’s sipping on his Veuve Cliquot
Sending drinks
To movie stars and hoping that his date
He’s hoping that she
Likes the fat boy dinner show
He gives the maître d’ a nod
They bring his food like he was god
But Roy just sits there knowing he’s a fraud

Well he’s on stage tonight in Angel Town
Where how you looks’ what matters
Things are looking up so don’t look down
And he should go home but he never will
He’ll ride his broken wings until
He flies so high
He shatters
I love this town

We’re driving down from Heaven’s Gate
And winding through the hills
Just can’t wait to hit the streets
Tattooed Venus waits for us
With all her neon thrills
And many more delicious treats
Well Norma Jean I think I see
How you lost yourself in fantasy
Just like Mazy, Fat Boy Roy and Me

We’re on stage tonight in Angel Town
Where how you look’s what matters
Things are looking up so don’t look down
We should go home but we never will
We’ll ride our broken wings until
We fly so high
We shatter
I love this town
I love this town
I love this town
I love this town
I love this town
I love this town

MY FAIRYTALE

Once upon a time, in Angel Town, New York, a haughty girl, known as Mazi, was walking on the right side of a wet pavement. She was very pretty and good-looking: young and slim, her skin was as smooth as rose petals and she had bright and sharp eyes, that moved really really quick; she was wearing expensive and sexy clothes and high heels.
She was hanging out with her girls, hunting for some man-preys for that night when a little girl,holding a dusty sweet teddy bear, came out from a street. “It is the street which leads to the poor neighbourhoods” thought Mazi “ where I was born too…”
The little girl came nearer and nearer, walking as timid as a rabbit. She got two steps far from the five men-hunters, just where there was a building site. Now the furry teddy bear was dragged on the ground, like the little girl’s courage; she got nearer and stammered out her ask: “ W-w-w-o-o-u-u-l-l-d a-a-n-y-y o-o-f y-o-o-u c-o-o-m-e-e a-a-n-d p-p-l-a-a-y w-w-i-t-h-h u-u-s?”
she let out in the end, biting her lower lip and pointing out other children. “Who bothers!” replied aggressively the girls, but just when they answered and the little girl was disillusioned getting away, Mazi stumbled because of high heels, slipped on the wet ground and fell into a ground deep hole, near the construction site. She was holding the hole edge by a hand, screaming for help when she felt a raging pain on the left ankle and she realized it was broken. She was going to lose her grip because of her ankle stings when the little girl rushed towards Mazi and handed her the furry stuffed toy. The unlucky girl caught firmly the cuddly toy and with her friends’ help she heaved slowly and with difficulty on the asphalt road. Mazi never got healed and she was lame on the left leg. Since this experience Mazi and the little girl, Sophia, started talking about their poor
background and they became great friends.
If only the teenagers paid attention to the little girl’s warn… and that’s why you always have to listen to a little girl holding a furry teddy bear if you meet one.

Once upon a time… There was a girl. A beautiful girl. Maybe the most beautiful one I have ever seen.
Her only fault was that she lived of that, her outward appearence.
She lived through compliments, falsehoods, and untruth love. And she has been for a so long time a person different from her, that even she didn’t know herself yet.
She became what the others wanted so.
But she wasn’t conscious about her change, until…

She was in a flowerfield, a gorgeous spring sight. Everything looked like normal, then she heard a strange sound. But she ignored it.
Macy started humming a sweet tune, but she heard it again.
Suddenly appeared all around the field three..four..five..seven..nine..twenty mirrors! Huge, enchanting and gold decorated mirrors. What was this meaning? What was happening? Was she dreaming?
Curious, but doubtful on what she had to do, Macy couldn’t check herself: the girl was already running over the nearer mirror. She admired it silently for a few seconds, then she reflected her image in it. But..no, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t her! In front of her was smiling a muddy farmer with dirty clothes. “This joke isn’t funny” she thought.
She reached immediately an other mirror: here a pimpled girl with a pair of red glasses was enjoying a big ice-cream.
Afterwards Macy changed mirror again: and she saw a plump and elated child playing with other children.
She was just getting crazy…was it a dream?
Into these mirrors there were different moments of her life, moments that she had hoped to don’t live ever again. She felt ashamed looked at those images after so many years, she was so ugly! But she noticed another important detail too..there she was always HAPPY. ELATED. ZESTFUL. She didn’t care about others’ opinions. Where did finish that part of herself? She lost it. Exactly in the moment when she started thinking that the outward appearence was more important than her true essence.
And she cried. She cried, and cried and cried. 
SHE HAD MADE OF HER LIFE A TOTAL LIE. But now, what could she do?
Then she saw another weird thing: there was a mirror which didn’t reflect anything. So she came near it, and a dark whirlwind swallowed her.

Macy was into the mirror. And into the mirror there were all the children, girls and young women she was being during her life. She looked at them, and…

Unexpectedly she was laying in her bed. Was everything a dream? She couldn’t know it, but she understood another thing.
She licensed from her work, she selled all her expensive clothes, her make up, her shoes. EVERYTHING. She selled her house too. She went to live in a nice and unassuming mansion in country, and leaved at her back her old life. Her false life.
How can I know all this story? Macy told me everything after we got married, 32 years ago.

(Silvia Ersetti)

Now I would like you to write another story based on a song by another great and more widely known singer Emeli Sandé.  Listen to the song and read the lyrics below.  Then write the story of this couple.  Why did they split up?  Will they go back to each other?

“Maybe”

When we first moved in together
Couldn’t keep hands off each other
Now we’re lying back to back
And silence in the black
We use to laugh until we cried
You used to look at me and smile
Now we hardly say hello
And feelings never show

All the signs seem to say love is lost
but I don’t want to give up up what we’ve got

Maybe you could stay a bit longer
I could try a bit harder
We could make it work
But maybe, we should stop pretending
We both know we’re hurting
Maybe it’s time to go

We broke up last sunday night
Keep on thinking about the fight
Rest my head against the wall
Your bags are by the door
Then your key turns in the lock
I see you on the stairs and stop
Have you had a change of heart
Can we go back to the start

But all the signs seem to say love is lost
I don’t want to give up yet because

Maybe you could stay a bit longer
I could try a bit harder
We could make this work
But maybe, we should stop pretending
We both know we’re hurting
Maybe it’s time to go
Maybe it’s time to go
Maybe it’s time to go
Maybe it’s time to go
We could make it work
We could make it work

‘Cos maybe you could stay a bit longer
I could try a bit harder
We could make this work
But maybe, we should stop pretending
We both know we’re hurting
Maybe it’s time to go
Maybe it’s time to go
Maybe we could make this work
Maybe it’s time to go
Maybe we could make this work
Maybe it’s time to go

 

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