Story #10 ~~ "Candle Cove" Found Now then, this one was pretty long, but I managed to find an audio version of it, so here's the link and enjoy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVS4Agu5LTg
That scared the hell outta me ... I decided to watch an episode of it ... Yeah I can't believe they wud show that to kids
Story #11 ~ "The Prince of the Red Rose" Self-written. Now then, this was an idea I've had swimming around in my head for quite some time, so I hope you enjoy it. There once was a grand prince. His palace small, but luxurious. Surrounded by his beautiful white roses that he tended to, he found himself in love with his own creations. A flower, so simple and delicate, yet beautiful and armed. The white roses were a his symbol. A symbol of his purity and kindness. And for this, he was known throughout the village as "The White Rose Prince". Not a long ways away, there lived a beautiful young maiden. The Princess of the Black Rose. Young and beautiful, she captivated the hearts of all the young men around her. Including the young Prince. Now, the young Prince was not the kind to go forth and show his emotions, but have her he must! For days the young Prince thought of her and how he can have her. Should he bring her a ring? Too commonplace. Take her to go see the theatre? What if she didn't enjoy the show? Invite her for dinner? But what does she like? Then at last! An idea! A dance! Something simple, yet what better way to acquaint himself with her? It brings the two together, in a simple rhythmic movement, he is able to observe her at her finest, and the she, look at him at his finest. Do it then he did! He sent forth a messenger to deliver a letter of invite to an upcoming ball. With eagerness and with much contentment did she respond! O what a pleasant mood the Prince was in! For her, he would do much for her! But alas, when the party began, nowhere was she to be found. Did he write down the wrong time? Impossible, and even if he did, the whole country had known about this ball. Perhaps she was sick. No, she was known for her vigor and good health. Then what? Abandoned was the young prince. Teary eyed and heart-broken was the young prince. He came back to his palace, staggering back in the midst of the clouded gloomy night. His beautiful roses lay there, as if eagerly awaiting his return. Nothing. He simply walked by them. A letter from the Princess arrived for him the very next night. The Prince quickly jumped up, eagerly expecting an apology! But, no. In the letter were the cruelest of words. So cruel, that the mere mentioning of those words brings a horrid taste in my tongue and a sense of uneasiness in my neck. Humiliated and left there, the Prince lay there in his bed. And he lay there for many a days, never tending to his roses. Once in while, he would exit his palace and his roses would look with discontent as he left them, but returned to their blissful, upbeat appearance upon his return. Even as they began to wither and die, they never changed their opinion of him. Even when the Prince shot himself while sitting on the widow sill, they loved him, and even when his blood covered their withering petals, they caressed him with thorny embrace, and even when his blood painted the soil and spilt all over their leaves, the roses held on to him. And as the evening rain washed away the blood, the roses bloomed anew, with a brilliant red, the color of love. The color that represented the roses' lobe for their keeper, and the Prince's unrequited love for the Princess. The roses, brilliant and red, a symbol of romance, true beauty, and blood. A good symbol for the new Prince of the Red Rose.