My Fairy Tale

What happens when you have kids and get tired of using the right side of your grey matter. Google a fairy tale generator of course. It literally writes everything for you. All you do is tick some boxes. So what does that mean. Creativity - gone. Skill - gone. Laziness - plentiful. Now my life's ambition does not include being a novelist, but because of this "nifty" device - I have produced a literary masterpiece (granted it's not award winning) but it's not too bad. 


Chapter One

One of them who came forward looked nothing like the others.  She was dressed in white fluff and smelled clean.  Her eyes were like a child's.  "I'm in need of assistance," she said softly.  "I need some help and I think you can help me." Under my feet I felt the rhythm of aches and sighs breathe with each step I took.  I felt like I was walking on quicksand.  And indeed, when I tried to move my feet I could not feel my toes but only the inability to move them on the surface of palpable danger.  When I turned to ask for his help he only laughed.  Then I began to think it was he who was making my feet turn to stone. A girl with snow white hair came to the house later that day, looking for the man with the leather-bottomed shoes and coat of dragon scales.  She told me she was betrothed to that man who had taken her creature form and made her human.  She reminded me of the mountain.  She was beautiful.
I'll take a page from Chef Gusteau's mantra from Ratatouille. I guess anyone can... be a creative. 

Siphoned from Brown University