Fairy tales

Fairy tales is a part of every childhood. But in my case, it followed further than childhood. I'm 17 now, and I still love them. My mom used to read them out loud, until I was five, and... well, she weren't there anymore. The only thing I have left from her, is these stories.

But what if, some day I recognized some object from my stories? It sounds crazy, but I swear, it happened. A white tail and a big pocketwatch chasing after it, and I think it said something about being late. Would you follow it? I did. I was curious. One of my stories had gotten real. But I definitely didn't believe that I would fall. Deeper and deeper. I couldn't tell when it would end, but I could tell when it began.


2. Stories

Suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.

There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, '"Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!" (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

I was reading 'Alice in Wonderland'. One of my favourite stories. I always wonder, how come, she keeps being so curious? I mean, she's falling and she's wondering even then. She's not afraid. I've always admired that side of her.

"Leah! Dinner!" "But Tiffany!" Tiffany was our housekeeper. Dad always worked late, so I had grown a special bond to her. She couldn't ever replace mom. But you could call her my older sister. "You can read later, honey!" Always! And I'm not even hungry. "Fine!"

After dinner, I rushed to my room and finished the whole book within two hours, and started up 'little red riding hood'. How could I ever stop?! Maybe my faith will change in one day, just like Cinderella. Maybe my faith will change tomorrow?

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