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Chapter I
In a kingdom of the dim, dark past-time called Umbry
ruled by a king baptized Wyannt, who felt so good
upon waking one day that his heart was so moved to
reward one of his loyal subjects with a gift.
Therefore he rode through the main street with his
horse cantering and with his golden crown jauntily
cocked to the side of his head. His right hand curled
upon a purple velvet purse which held his
intended reward. How and to whom
should his reward be given?
He let loose the reigns of his palomino stallion
permitting the horse to amble about, thinking to
himself that wherever his good steed stopped, that
chosen one would be the fortunate recipient of the
good king's gift.
The hungry horse, Alaria grazed here and there for
more than an hour or two then whinnying and neighing
like one who was in on the plan, shook his head and suddenly came to a stop.
Wyannt looking down
from his ideal vantage point,
laid rest his soft blue eyes
on a beautiful young maiden,
indeed, without doubt,
the fairest in all the land.
The gift was given and more, for Wyannt was so
smitten, this lord of tough mettle became like a
purring kitten brushing her legs and waiting to
be petted in her lap.
She was called Winifrey, and Of course they were
married in a fairy tale castle on the edge of a
bright silver-blue sea. And since time did not exist
in the kingdom of Umbry, there was never a midnight,
so none of those bad midnight things could happen,
you see.
(I mean no coaches turning back into pumpkins or any
such thing like that).
However, down in the silver-blue sea had always lived
although with jealousy dormant, a green-eyed monster
who never had reason to be jealous before. But upon
seeing Winifrey (since this green-eyed guy had a
penchant for spying) he fell madly in love, and I do
mean madly. And thus his jealousy was dormant no more.
This monster named Lattimer went totally insane with
green-eyed globular jelly. He had to find a way to
break up a perfect fairy-tale marriage in a perfect
fairy-tale world.
Chapter II
Madness, they say is one step away from genius. The
first thing he had to do was make time exist then
all those bad Cinderella things, and more, would be
possible. Thusly, once he put his mind to it, the
manner became ridiculously simple. You see, the
reason time didn't exist was that clocks didn't
exist, and the reason they didn't exist was simply
because there had never been a need for them.
(I mean who needs to be punctual in a fairy-tale
world; there was nothing to do, and
consequently nothing to know, not even the time).
However, that wasn't entirely good enough. Lattimer
couldn't, after all, just depend on the bad
happenings of midnight, eh eh, it wasn't always
midnight! What he needed was a real "Ace in the
hole", something that was sure to bring Wyannt's
kingdom down to its knees(and further). What could he
do? Well, he could pace, and he did; morning, noon,
and night for days upon end, until sweaty as the
proverbial pig, with utter exhaustion he threw
himself into some warming mineral waters, nearby.
Eureka! He shouted way up to the skies, not because
he had discovered a physical law of displacement, but
because he found it!
Chapter III
Lattimer asked King Wyannt for an audience. The king
agreed to hear him. Upon bended knees he
implored, "Sire, we need rules." Quizzically the king
replied, "Rules! Why in fairy-tale land would we need
rules? As very few bad things ever happen here and no
matter what, there's always a happy ending, why then
should we need rules?" "Good point sire," Lattimer
pushed. "But it wouldn't hurt to write things down
just to stay organized and keep your loyal subjects
from becoming confused."
Now, Wyannt thought this poor fellow as mad as a
hatter, but unfortunately he also judged him
harmless, and since he was a good fairy-tale king he
supposed he might as well humor the poor fellow.
Wyannt spoke magnanimously, "Well why not? Set
yourself to writing my good man, rules we shall have!
And Lattimer wrote, and rules they did have,
throughout all the kingdom. And Lattimer’s evil plan
began to hatch, slowly at first, then faster and
faster.
The moment the rules went into affect was the very
same moment people began to argue. They argued about
which side of the road their horses should travel.
They argued about whether or not to hunt the game in
the forest. They even argued whether chickens should
be allowed to cross the road (they didn't want to
foster jokes about chickens).
The more everyone argued, the worse things became in
Umbry, but worst of all, the great unknown fairy who
had created fairy land and saw to it that all
remained perfect took it into her head that she had
failed. And in her overwhelming grief, banished
herself into the farthest reaches of the universe,
turned herself into a star, immediately froze and
still hangs out there, a lifeless burnt-out wisp.
Umbry, now became a real-life empire. The loyal
subjects blamed King Wyannt for all the problems
that they were now causing. Wyannt gave every last
farthing to help out the poor. When Wyannt became
poor, Winifrey divorced him to marry (guess who?).
For Lattimer swindled the poor helped by Wyannt, and
Winifrey couldn't get enough of money, and jewels,
and that sort of stuff. And there was never a happy
ending in Umbry again.
Whatever became of Wyannt, no one knows. He was last
seen by a street urchin begging money in front of the
Trailways station. And legend has it, that at the
stroke of midnight, he disappeared.
THE UNHAPPY END
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