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A beautiful woman, in figure and in spirit, walked delightedly through the forest with no place specific to be. She had a wonderful smile strewn about her perfect little face. Her walk was thrown off beat and her smile turned to awe when she heard a voice.
“Aye you!” She turned around and to her surprise she saw a whole lot of nothing behind her. “Aye, down here!” Expecting a dwarf… or even a midget, she looked down to find a small frog. “Help a frog out?” He asked her with a little frog smile. She shrugged and lowered herself to the talking animal. “You seem like a very nice lady. You have a nice smile, you smell nice, you’re pretty, you dress nice… Oh and that necklace is just marvelous! That clearly must be pure gold embedded with diamonds?!” she blushed and nodded in embarrassment from his complements. Her hand reached up for her necklace, as if it were a habit for her. Almost like source of comfort.
“Well I need your help!” the small frog exclaimed. “You see, I am a prince of all the land! It is I that has dedicated myself to protect the innocent and even the very forest you roam in! An evil crime has been committed to royalty, for a dark, ugly Witch has changed me. She transformed me into… this… The Witches term for reversal was to kiss a beautiful woman. Now she didn’t specify ‘beauty’, but you are definitely a solid 8.” The wanderer pondered on how she should take that comment. After some thinking, she just smiled and blushed some more.
“I can repay you! Give me this one kiss, and all the riches you could ever want will be at your fingertips! We might want keep this on the ‘down low’ though, because I am basically positive this is some form of… well never mind” The woman giggled and blushed yet again, her blonde hair bouncing along with her laughter. “So, will you help me?” The woman nodded in agreement. She puckered up her lips and bent to kiss the frog.
“Wait wait wait!” the frog announced and the girl jumped back, a little startled. “After the best kiss of your life, because clearly kissing a prince is the only complete and utter true form of satisfaction, I must go behind those bushes over there. If only that witch hadn’t taken my clothing, you could witness this wonder of a transformation. I just wouldn’t want to overwhelm you with too many heavenly things in one day!” the frog gave the woman a wink. She giggled and turned red as a tomato.
“Ok, ready? Here we go!” she raised the frog in the palm of her hand to her face, and brought his slimy mouth, which resembled nothing of a prince, and pressed him right up to her soft, red lips. She looked at him and studied him. He looked misshaped… His head seemed slightly fatter! His cheeks gave a bulge and his mouth was formed into a definite smile. He must be transforming!
He hopped off of her hand, and awkwardly bounced his way to a nearby bush, thanking her in a mangled, disturbing voice. She had done something great that will be remembered in stories forever! She had saved the prince of the land and everyone in the kingdom will welcome her and through parties and have a national frog kissing day! She felt so delighted! She felt lighter, not physically, but mentally. Like a burden had been lifted. But as she thought about it… she did feel lighter physically. She looked herself up and down, trying to figure out what it was. She raised her hand up to her neck to feel the comfort in her necklace… but all she felt was the soft skin of her chest… THAT FROG! She ran behind the bush to find the little green, scandal of a monster. All she found was a note. The note read: Dear woman. You are an 8 in the face, but a 3 in the lips. Practice makes perfect. –the fraud prince.
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It’s funny; I never thought it would turn out this way. Irony some might say, fate says the others. “He had it coming.” Well I probably did. You can only ride in a desert for so long, before your mode of transportation keels over and expires. My mode of transportation; money. It took the length of my life, full of clawing and fighting and corrupting, to earn my way to the top. I always told myself, no matter who goes down, you’ll make it there. Well here I stand, and the heights almost make me dizzy now. It’s much brighter up here than I expected.
Sometimes it’s sad to think all of my efforts lead me here, to this dead end. But I made it here and left everyone that apposed me, on the streets. Fate or irony leads me to the streets with the rest of them I suppose. Where I started. My life has always resembled something; A little seed. Flown from the beak of a bird, it fell to the soil below, and it all started. This seed grew up from the ground. It didn’t just grow, but it thrived, bigger and bigger yet. It grew all of its flower pedals, so astounding the way it just appeared. This flower of mine, you couldn’t miss it. Vibrant success bellowed from my colors. But like all good flowers, it started to droop one day. Just a little, not enough to make a notice. But shortly after that, a foot... A big wandering foot. It crushed my beloved flower, back into the ground, back to where it started. Back to the street. Soon enough I’ll be back to the street again.
Those people who call it irony, so be it. It might have been “unexpected,” But I think not. Failure should never be unexpected, it should be welcomed. Failure is the down to every up. That is why I think it was fate that brought me here to the top. I think its fate that brought me to these lights, oh these pretty lights. I believe it is fate that brought me to this breeze, which blows through my hair. It is fate that brings my toes ever so close. It is also fate that drops me from its beak, from the top. From the edge, only to be re-planted in the streets from which I started. In the hopes to grow once again, but larger than before.
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