Weird Fairy Tales for the strange at heart part 1
A young and majestic elephant, once revered for its gentle nature and grandeur, has taken a dark and unexpected turn. It all begins with a mysterious encounter under a luminous moon when he gazed a bit too long at the mid summer full moon.
In the heart of the jungle, where the lush foliage dances in the gentle breeze, the elephant stumbles upon an ancient and magical artifact. Unbeknownst to the world, this artifact possesses an eerie power that infuses the elephant with a malevolent force. Gradually, the gentle giant's demeanor shifts, and an insatiable desire for destruction takes root within. It's target however, was once a symbiotic family of thousands.
As the sun sets on the horizon, the elephant transforms from a creature of benevolence to a stealthy and calculated predator. Under the cloak of darkness, it shrinks in size, becoming a monstrous dung beetle of enormous destructive proportions. The once massive and relatively docile friend of nature- now a bowling ball sized beetle of rage.
Night after night, the elephant-dung-beetle strikes with precision and cunning. It roams the jungle in search of its prey - other dung beetles that once went about their humble tasks of recycling nature's waste. Now, they have become unwitting targets in this surreal and terrifying game of life and death.
The elephant-dung-beetle silently approaches its victims, its not so mammoth size inconspicuous in the darkness. It pounces upon the unsuspecting dung beetles, trapping them under its massive weight. The eerie moonlight casts haunting shadows as the elephant-dung-beetle rolls its victims into large balls of dung, imprisoning them in a nightmarish fate.
As dawn approaches, the elephant-dung-beetle leaves its gruesome masterpiece behind, scattering the dung balls throughout the jungle as a haunting warning to others. The once lively and harmonious ecosystem now lives in fear of the ruthless dung beetle serial killer that lurks among them. His use of the beetles own course of nature was so alarming that other elephants started paying attention.
But as the days turn into weeks, an unexpected glimmer of hope appears. A wise old owl, known for its deep knowledge of the forest's secrets, senses the malevolent force that has gripped the elephant's heart. Determined to restore balance to the jungle, the owl embarks on a quest to find a way to break the curse that has befallen the elephant.
The owl's journey leads it to the hidden lair of a reclusive praying mantis, who possesses ancient spells and remedies to undo the darkest of enchantments. As the owl pleads for her assistance, the mantis agrees to help, recognizing the urgency of the situation.
Together, they concoct a potion that can counteract the malevolent force that has transformed the elephant into the monstrous dung beetle serial killer.
The owl returns to the jungle, delivering the elixir to the bewildered and tormented elephant, now a small, fearful creature trapped in its own dark actions. With trembling hope, the elephant gulps down the potion. As the magical elixir courses through its veins, a powerful surge of emotions floods its being. Remorse, guilt, and the weight of the lives it has taken bear down upon its soul. Slowly, the malevolent force retreats, leaving the elephant with a newfound clarity and empathy.
Tears fall from the elephant's eyes as it gazes at the destruction it has caused, vowing to atone for its dark deeds. The jungle watches in awe as the once-dung-beetle serial killer transforms back into the majestic elephant it once was, carrying the weight of its past actions as a reminder of the consequences of darkness unchecked.
From that moment forward, the elephant becomes a protector of the jungle, using its strength to defend and nurture the delicate balance of life. And as for the wise old owl and the mantis, the owl travels far and wide telling others of the elephant that once went moon mad, warning all the other young pachyderms to never be out alone under the full moon at the peak of summer. The mantis was trampled by an iguana on her way home from a card game the day after making the elixir.
On Religion
God exists because it is impossible to believe how else life could have appeared on this planet. There has to be a God to create this Universe, and the fact that life has emerged on earth, even though it is very unlikely, is proof of that.
So all our existence has a meaning, even if it is ungraspable.
The Bible states that we are the result of a divine influence. Those who think that the Holy Book is written by men to justify their made-up beliefs do not take into account that, amongst other surprising facts, the Book incorporates some very accurate predictions.
From the Diary of Lucy Pevensie
I should be frightened. I should be absolutely terrified. I'm alone in a strange place, filled with strange people and things I've never seen before.
But I'm not. I feel excited! Is that wrong? Susan would say that it is. But how can it be wrong? This place is so beautiful! So wonderful! And Mr. Tumnus is so kind. How can it be wrong to be happy here?
I think it's been a long time since Susan was happy. We used to have fun. She used to play with me. She hardly even talks to me anymore.
Peter's alright. I think he thinks he has to take care of us, now that Dad's gone away. He tries so hard to be the perfect big brother, but I think I liked it better when he didn't try so hard.
And Edmund - Mum would be angry with me for saying so, but I don't really like Ed right now. Susan and Peter, they're just trying to be grown-ups, but Edmund is just mean. I don't know why. He teases me all the time.
I wish . . . I wish we could go back to the way it was before. Before the war. We were happy then. Maybe if I bring them all here, maybe then we could be happy.
When Will My Life Begin
Dear Diary,
It’s me, again. Rapunzel here writing to tell you about my day. It pretty much looks the same as yesterday and the day before, and the day before. But anywho...
As I sit here brushing my hair for the seventh...no, eighth time today, I still wonder when will my life begin? I finally finished the mural on the ceiling today, with a little help from Pascal. What a silly little chameleon! He kept blending in with the paint making it quite the challenge to finish the stars.
Now that the mural is complete, I stare outside the window, the world intriguing me more and more everyday with its vivid colors and delightful smells. Momma still refuses to let me out of the tower even though I’ll be eighteen next week.
Ahh, next week I’ll see the lights. It truly is the most beautiful sight to see on a clear night. They look like floating stars, carrying wishes up to heaven. I still wonder what they could be. Maybe this year I will finally find out. Maybe this year I will be brave and stand up to momma, but I already know her answer. I need to find another way out.
Wait, I hear a noise. I think someone is here. I’ll be back...
Dear Diary
Dear Diary,
So me and the boys just got back from a hunt in TX. It was very tiring. The killer was another demon, must be some sort of pattern. Dean just headed out to get him and Sam somthing to eat. I miss the complex taste of a pb&j. Now I can taste every molecule, its not fun. TBH I wish I was a human again, minus the whole me almost dying thing. Sam is with Jack, they are looking on the street cams to see if they can find any hint of Lucifer. Yup still the end of the world but what else is new. Its the life I chose but these boys didnt have a choice, not really. Sammy tried to get out but he just got pulled right back in. I cant wait to just shut the gates of hell and be done with it, but doing so means someone has to die, Im not letting Dean do it, heś to importent to me, all of them are, but this is Sam´s falut so he should be the one to clean up this mess. Oh hold on Deans back, More later...
To Musa Qudratullah’s enchanter
My dearest,
I will never look back Zohra, believe me after the condition you kept for me to prove my love to you, you will long for me after you begin to realize what you might have lost and maybe one day when you’ll look for me; believe me when I say that I’ll be waiting for you to remind you of each and everything you said but never will I abandon you. Be sure of one thing that you’ll find me exactly where you left me, it will only be in body that I’ll walk the journey of life but my soul will remain exactly where you left it.
Oh my love-the water to my soul, they say that love at first sight is merely attraction but when I saw those eyes of yours-the only thing I could see of you, the window to your soul; I knew then that I need not see anything else apart from them to know who you are and where you truly belong. You belong next to the very person you seek and you seek someone who loves and cherishes you, respects you as if you were their equal; in other words someone who understands you like your image in the mirror and believe me if you let me show you’ll see that I am probably the only one that truly does.
Love worth the world to you
The one whom you’ve entrapped in your beautiful eyes