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The Giants Gift

Once in a land far up in the sky there lived a giant. This land was called Silver Falls. Silver Falls was a place of happiness and kindness. The rule of this land that if there was ever a mean or rude person there castle or home would slowly start to crumble and darkness would over take it. This rude or mean person would also be cursed to become just like there home until they send a gift to someone who needed that gift most. Well a giant in this land owned a huge castle where flowers grew and music flowed from the windows. But one day the giant woke up very angry. He went around the castle being rude and mean to everybody. For each mean or rude sentence the castle would crumble more and more until the castle was sad and miserable- just like the giant. In Silver Springs they have a market in the center of the town and in the center of the market there was a big screen showing people who needed help. The only catch to this spell is that you must do it out of kindness not because you want to save your castle. My name is George. and unfortunately I am that miserable sad giant. At least I was:
One day I was walking through the market. I don't think that I was being particularly rude but every stall somebody muttered something like " wow YOU woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning" or " Oh your a giant? I thought you were an ogre."
Now, don't you think that maybe that would make you angry too? Especially because I was trying very hard to be nice that day. But with all these rude comments I was quiet discouraged and I retreated to a bench in front of the big screen to think. After about five minutes the screen buzzed and a movie popped up. I ignored it because I did not want to feel nice anymore. After about two minutes I finally looked up to see a very lonely looking man. I must admit I had been listening. I mean, just a little. But anyways the man had been writing in his journal and was talking to himself about how lonely he was about how much he missed his dog and about how cold his insides felt since his dog had ran away and there was no one to help him because his daughter had recently gone to college. Suddenly a deep feeling grew inside of me. I felt sorry for the man I did not even know. Then, I got an Idea. I ran to my castle and I picked up my favourite book the one that always made me feel happy when I was lonely. Then, I ran to the kitchen and got a mug of tea. Happily I ran outside smiling at every one and put my items on the gift giver. The gift giver is a glass tube that is of course magical and it shoots my gifts right to the receiver and all I have to do is put my hand on the metal plate and think about the man. As I was doing this the gifts sunk down and a blinding light replaced them. My eyes followed the hazy light that was now shining on my castle. The lights magically drew out beautiful flowers that lightened and repaired my castle. I was also standing in the light and it warmed my insides making me feel happy and kind. The man now I could see on the screen was smiling as he read the book.
The clouds then parted and with sun shining I walked back to the castle feeling the best warmth of all:
Happiness.

The End

Childrens Stories:

EVERLASTING

Many years ago, in a very far away place there lived a beautiful queen. She was kind and gentle but very lonely. Her husband the king loved her very much but running a kingdom was a difficult job and the king was often away. One day while the king was off on a big trip the queen who was known as Queen Alyssa was sitting in her window seat looking out into her gardens. Queen Alyssa's castle was well know throughout the land for its beautiful garden. The garden had tall willow and cherry blossom trees planted throughout it and every flower imaginable bloomed bright and beautiful colors. The castle itself was adorned with climbing ivy and flowers on the window sills. As Alyssa sat she thought of how much joy it would bring her to see a young princess or prince running through the gardens. Over the next month before the kings return Alyssa's yearn for a child grew. By the time the king returned the beautiful queen wanted nothing more than to have a child. The king was overjoyed with the queens idea and before long the queen was pregnant. With the knowledge of a coming baby the queens heart swelled and she no longer felt lonely or sad. The kingdom rejoiced with the news of a coming princess and the land had never been so happy. Winter came and went and with spring a beautiful princess was born. The baby had rosy cheeks and a kind smile. Golden curls adorned her head and her laughter echoed throughout the land. The queen took one look at her beautiful daughter and cried with happiness. The king was sent for immediately and that night the king and queen threw a huge party for there new daughter Emmeline. The village had never seen such beauty and the people were amazed at how Emmeline’s face reflected all the beauty and happiness that everyone felt. Emmeline grew to be a toddler quickly and the second she could crawl she was in the gardens. Alyssa would bring Emmeline into the gardens each summer day and the two would run and laugh and spend the day taking care of the flowers. Emmeline was growing up surrounded by love, flowers, and happiness. Everytime the king came home he would bring Emmeline down to the village so that she could meet all the good people who lived under the rule of the king. Alyssa had never been happier and the kingdom thrived. One day, 4 years after Emmeline was born Alyssa was sitting on a swing hanging from one of the willow trees in the garden when one of the maids came running out to Alyssa. As the maid approached a terrible feeling grew in the queens stomach. “Queen Alyssa! Emmeline is very sick! I have called for the doctor but all Emmeline wants is you!” the maid told Alyssa hurriedly. With the news the queen fell to her knees in anguish. “ you must come now dear Alyssa, your daughter needs you.” the maid said as she pulled Alyssa to her feet. The two women ran to Emmaline’s room where they discovered the princess laying in her bed with a far away look in her eyes. Alyssa rushed to Emmaline’s side and they laid there together until the doctor arrived. The doctor the maid had called was very well known for treating rare illnesses but the moment he saw the princess a look of sorrow crossed his face. The young princess had a very rare sickness that could not be cured with medicine. For days the queen wept by her daughters side for days while the rain showered the kingdom and the damp grey clouds blocked all sunlight from the village. Many people stopped working in the village and they just stayed home and wished upon all the stars in the sky for the princesses restoration of good health. While everyone else wept the princess spoke and laughed to herself throughout the day. In fear of the loss of her daughters saneness the queen called upon yet another doctor to see her daughter. But this doctor was not a medical doctor. The doctor went by the name of Azaleia and many believed Azaleia was crazy because she claimed she saw fairies and many other magical creatures. The queen had grown up quite close to Azaleia though and the queen had no doubt in her mind that Azaleia actually saw fairies and the queen was very sure of the doctors power. Azaleia came to the castle that morning right at dawn to see Emmaline. The princess was laying in her large canopy with both her mother and father at her side. The king and queen had worry etched into the lines of their faces but Emmaline's eyes were glazed over and she wasn't moving at all. Every once and a while she would start to laugh though or clap and mutter to herself. When Azaleia entered the room Emmaline was in the middle of a conversation with herself and instead of being worried like everyone else Azaleia’’s’ face broke into a huge smile and the doctor went and gave the queen a hug. “It is true that you daughter is very sick but alas, there is still hope” Azaleia announced. The doctor continued “your daughter’s heart has been touched by the garden fairies - just as mine was as a child. Your daughter sees all the dryads, nymphs, and fairies that are around but that the normal eye can not see. Because your daughters heart has been touched by the garden and the fairies I am able to call upon a fairy who might be able to cure your daughter… under special circumstances that is” the doctor explained. Before Alyssa could ask anything else though the doctor disappeared in a swirl of flowers and wind.

Over the next few days Emmaline’s health deteriorated and on the night before christmas, when the cold winds of the north were howling and the garden was covered in ice Alyssa entered Emmaline’s room to find her little princess sitting beside an open window, with a sheet white face and a body that was shaking violently with cold. The queen quickly carried her daughter from the window and laid with her in the middle of the floor. The queen latched the window, grabbed some tea, and laid that way with her daughter all through the cold night. At dawn on christmas morning the king and some of the closest maids where called because it was clear that Emmaline would not last the day. That morning Emmaline’s eyes stayed glazed over and she would not respond to any questions. The young princess only sat, staring into a void invisible to everyone else. As the day wore on the maids started to leave and by a little after noon it was only the king and queen by Emmaline’s side. As they sat Alyssa cried and rocked her daughter and both the king and the queen wished upon every star that their daughter survived.

“Emma! Your tutor is here!” Ugh. That is my mother, the queen who not only rules this land but also every single detail in my life. If you think your parents are strict you should meet Queen Alysa. I am sixteen years old and I have never even left this land. Ever. My friends in the village go to the neighbouring village all the time for big dances and feasts and even though I am the princess and everyone would usually expect a princess to be there people stopped expecting me to go anywhere a long time ago. Thats what my mom says anyways every time I bring up how I am disappointing the kingdom by staying behind these castle walls all day. Wiping my hands on my skirt I pull myself up from the ground where I was tending to my tulips. “Ya mom! I’m coming!” Why can’t I just go to school with everyone else in the village? It’s not like school’s in the next town or anything. But every time I ask it’s “Because; What if something happened to you? “ Wow. Hmmm. I wonder what would happen to the kingdom if something happened to me. Oh ya right nothing because half the village doesn't even know what I look like anymore. I’ve been behind these castle walls with so few visits to the village that I feel like a prisoner in this castle. “Ding , ding, ding!” I hear the faint twelve o’clock bells coming from the village and I know that I will be in trouble if I don’t get to the study. I pick up my skirts and run through the long corridors of my home. Thinking about the study, my second favorite place because of the walls lined with every book you could ever imagine makes me so happy. If i’m not in the garden I’m either there painting and reading or i’m in the kitchen. Mother is always commenting on how much I can eat and the rare times that my father is home he is always telling me that if I don’t slow down I’m going to eat the kingdom into starvation. Deep in thought, I take a left instead of a right and continue on through the west wing which is unknown to me and before long i am lost. Awesome. So now not only am I lost but my tutor is going to be annoyed with me through my lesson. If I ever get out of here. The west wing is a place of my early childhood. I was born in the west wing with a team of nurses and doctors and until I was five years old my bedroom was also in the west wing. My mother tells me that when I was four I got a very serious illness and that I almost died. She never told me what saved me. But I have a feeling that my previous illness has a lot to do with the fact that I am rarely able to leave the castle walls and never able to leave the lands of our kingdom. When I turned seven and started exploring my mother put up high walls up around the castle to keep me in. Wait - didn’t I just pass that painting? I’ll take a left here, a right now, a left again. There the painting is again. I sit down under the painting and close my eyes. We had a hundred servants in this castle so eventually someone will find me right? I think I’ll just lose my eyes for a second before I get up and keep going…

“Emmaline! Emmaline!” I’m so scared. What if she tried to leave the castle walls again? I’m scared that if she leaves the castle walls my determined daughter will just keep walking and walking until she is somewhere far away. I also know that after a while all the things you’ve left behind seem more and more like a faint dream and that with each passing day reality slips out of your reach making it almost impossible to return to your old life, your old routine. Things shouldn’t have turned out this way. The village people would have gotten very scared if they knew our daughter had been claimed by a fairy and so with every sparkly freckle, every time her eyes change color, every odd happening it makes it harder and harder to let her out of the house. The people believed us when we told them all that a doctor had come from a couple villages over and cured Emmaline but if they saw her someone would recognize her fairy side and we would lose all control and trust with our kingdom. I know that I should tell Emmaline but i’ve just been avoiding it for so long that I dont even intend to try anymore. When she drank the cordial and got better all the magical creatures that are keen to her eye stopped visiting and she has grown up not having any idea about her fairy half. The small details like her sparkly freckles and her changing eye color we just tell her is part of being a teenager and since she rarely leaves the castle she has nothing to make her doubt that. But now, walking along the outside of the castle walls looking for Emma I know that I have made a very big mistake.

“Hello Emmaline. How are you daughter?” A beautiful woman is standing in front of me surrounded by a white haze. There is nothing as far as I can see except white and this beautiful woman. Her face is surrounded by brown locks quite like my own. I remember this woman from somewhere and I realize with a start that she has wings upon seeing them a word pops into my head “Fairy” with the word I can remember old tales from the servants, and childrens books with mention of these creators. Suddenly, I think I can remember something; flowers, bright wings, the queen cradling me in her arms. And then as fast as it came the vision is gone and my focus is turned back to the winged creature in front of me. I try to open my mouth and speak but my throat feels blocked and I can barely breath. “My dear, dear child. You and I shall meet again sooner than you know. Sooner than you know…” the fairy whispered as she faded into the white behind her.

I wake with a start. I am in a cold sweat and I am shaking. I can’t think of my dream… the details are quickly fading. The thing with dreams is the more you try to remember them the faster they flee from your mind. “Emmaline!” the voice of my maid brings me out of my daydream and I remember I am still underneath the painting in the west wing. Glancing up at the great grandfather clock before me I realize with a start that it is nearly seven pm. Well, at least I don’t have to go to my lessons. Mia, the young woman who found me pulls me to my feet. “Emmaline, your mother is worried sick! I’m so glad I have found you. She’s sent out every single guard in our kingdom to go looking for you outside of the walls” oh no. Mother’s going to be so angry. I’m almost begging Mia not to take me back to mother and she is just insisting that the longer I wait the angrier the queen will become. Finally, I give in and walk through the corridors with Mia leading the way.

She’s gone. I can feel it. I should have told her! I am pacing the throne room, worried sick. The flowers in the garden are still blooming though so I know she hasn’t crossed the border of our kingdom yet. “ Sit down, Alyssa. I know you're worried but sitting down and having a bite to eat wouldn't kill you would it?” one of my maids keeps nagging me. Doesn’t she understand? Not only am I in risk of losing my daughter I am in risk of losing my whole kingdom as well. Suddenly Mia, a new young maid enters the room and bows before my feet. My heart is skittering with hope as Mia rises to her feet and meets my eyes.

My heart is going crazy in my chest. I am standing just behind the door that goes to the throne room awaiting to be called into see my mother. The opposite wall is covered in pictures from when I was very small. There is one of my favorites that was taken from a room in the castle that is looking down upon the garden where three year old me is sitting in my mothers lap and we are both laughing with our heads thrown back and beautiful, identical smiles stretched across our faces.

“Your majesty, Princess Emmaline is waiting outside the throne room to see you. I found her in th-”

“She’s here? My baby is safe?” I interrupted as I push Mia aside and run to the hall. And there with messy hair and a worried face sits Emmaline, gazing up at the picture of a wonderful day in the garden. She doesn't see me yet and she is so focused on the picture. I realize with a start that tears are running down my daughters face as she stares at what used to be. I walk up slowly behind her and I put my arms around her hugging her tight. She tenses and then slowly relaxes as I hold her tight. Then, like flicking a switch Emma collapses into my arms and I lower us slowly to the ground. She is crying now, her shoulders shaking and her arms gripping my back tightly. I rock my young princess just like I did eleven years ago, the night everything changed. Holding my confused daughter who clearly wants nothing more than to know what went wrong between us I realize what I have to do.

“You are very special Emmaline. You are unique and you have a very strong heritage that runs through your blood and changes everything. “ Emma is sitting across from me in the study. she has her knees pulled up to her chest and a confused look on her face. “Mom I know. Your mother was Charlotte who married -”

“No that’s not what I am talking about child” gosh, I really need to get better at not interrupting people. “As you know when you were four years old and that when everybody thought you were going to die a miracle happened and you survived. Well it wasn't so much of a miracle as well a favor.” I try to explain this slowly without suprising her to much but she is clearly not catching on. “Mom, can you please just tell me straight out? This you talking in riddles is starting to give me a headache.” Emma says. She looks tired. I haven’t really seen her for so long that I haven’t noticed how she no longer looks like a little girl. She has filled out and her face looks aged with early hints of wisdom. “Ok… Are you sure you want to know?” I am wavering. I have avoided the truth for so long that I’m not sure I can tell her after all this time. “Mom!” Emma is getting impatient. “Alright; you got a really bad sickness and you were dying. You have always had a special connection to the garden and it created ties between you and the immortal race. Anyways, when you got sick I summoned an old friend of mine who is connected to the garden in the same way you are. Anyways, she summoned a fairy to come and do our kingdom a huge favor by saving your life.” I spit out the truth quickly and when I look up to Emma’s face she is not upset, but laughing. “Look mom, with all due respect I think you should go see your friend about your saneness. You actually believe that a fairy came and saved my life? What did she do? Raise a magic sparkle wand and cure me?” Emmaline sneered as she turned her back to me. I realized that she didn’t believe me. After all these years I told her the truth and she doesn’t believe me. She’ll believe her father though. I’ll just send for him tonight so he can be here tomorrow morning. He’s always been better with explaining these things.

I can’t believe it. I am getting ready for bed even though I know I won’t be able to sleep. My mother is a lunatic. In the hall she promised that she would tell me the full truth but instead she has just made up another stupid lie. Unfortunately for her I am not ten anymore and I am not going to believe this lie. You being saved by a fairy would explain some things though; the sparkly freckles, the pull in my heart to dance every full moon at midnight - a pull so strong that I have no choice but to obey it. The way my eyes go from crystal blue to deep brown in an hour. No. I will not think these thoughts. I will not let my mind believe this stupid fairy tale. I slip my night gown over my head and try to think of something else but laying in bed my mind continues to stray back to what my mother told me.

TO BE CONTINUED.

“Emmaline? Do you hear me?” Alyssa questioned with no reply. “Emma, please get better! Azaleia said that there was a chance for you but alas, no fairy has come.” The queen was now wailing, with tears running down her face. With a snap, Emma’s eyes came back to life and suddenly the young princess whispered “Mommy, the fairy - she’s coming! She’s coming” and with that the princess closed her eyes and with tears streaming down her pink cheeks Emmaline relaxed into her mother's arm. On cue, a beautiful fairy arrived in Emmaline’s dark room. Since the princess got sick no more children came to play and the servants stopped putting up new paintings and bringing new toys so Emmaline’s room was damp and bland. When the fairy entered through the window light radiated from her body and icy flowers and climbing ivy grew along the walls. The fairy herself was beautiful.

She had a soft face with kind eyes and rosy cheeks. Her head was adorned with chocolate brown curls that fell to her shoulders softly. Alyssa was very surprised to see the fairy because though the queen knew that many people had the ability to see fairies Alyssa was never able. “Well, hello there. My name is Holly, and I am the fairy of the seasons and the fairy of healing. I have been hearing many rumors of a beautiful princess who is in need of my help. Is that her?” Holly’s voice sounded like the tinkling of bells and her smile seemed to melt the ice of the queens heart. “Why yes, this here is Emmaline and she is very sick” the queen was shaking in Holly’s presence though she wasn’t quite sure why. As Holly approached Emmaline the young princess stirred and upon seeing the fairy a beautiful smile stretched across Emmaline’s’ small face for the first time in months.

“Mmmm… You have a very beautiful daughter here.” Holly muttered

“Yes, yes. Now can you fix my daughter?” Alyssa probed impatiently as the fairy bent down and pulled Emmaline into her arms. “Oh my dear, nothing needs to be fixed here; only added. But you must listen carefully.” Holly was staring very seriously at Alyssa as the queen nodded. “ Now, a debt to a fairy is no joke - surely you know that right? Well, I can easily help your daughter but it would mean she might grow up a little bit…. well, different. “ As the fairy explained the queen became more and more impatient. “Gosh, I don’t think you understand! My daughters life is slipping away before me and I will do anything to save her!” Alyssa was now in hysterics with fear of losing her baby girl. “Ok… I can bind my life to your daughters which will save her now. But, please understand that your daughter will not be like other children and that by binding to her she will become my daughter in literal sense. I will extract every part of you from her leaving only her physical appearance and her memories. That means that your daughter will become half fairy and half human. Do you understand what this means?” Holly explained all the while holding Emma gingerly in her arms. “Yes! I will do anything just to save my little girl. Thank you so much dear Holly.” Alyssa whispered as her body went limp with relief. Holly smiled and laid Emmaline onto the floor in the middle of the room. Then the fairy started humming softly and as she did beautiful flowers sprung and twirled from her hands until they formed a beautiful table like holder that levitated a foot from the ground and on the top of it sat a beautiful bottle of a mysterious swirling liquid. Holly removed the bottle and the table disappeared into shimmering dust. “Here you go your majesty. Oh and there is one more thing. Your daug-”

“I don’t care!” the Alyssa interrupted as she lifted the bottle to Emmaline's lips. “Your majesty, that was not wise. You should have let me finish. Your daughter has the spirit of the garden within her making her a garden fairy. At least half of her anyways. That means that your land will grow with your daughter and if your daughter was to perish or to leave this land, all plants, flowers, and farms will cease along with Emmaline’s absence. Also, now that your daughter has half fairy blood in her there will be many odd possibilities along with your daughter stopping growing at a certain age. If that is to happen your daughter will live until she wishes to give her soul to the sky. But if your daughter does become a still age fairy your land will perish along with her. Anyways, ta ta! Goodluck my daughter.” with that Holly left her new daughter sleeping and still drowsy from the cordial and in the queens arms.

Stories Inspired by Songs:

There was a chair in the garden. In the end, thats how it all started. I remember the day so clearly now; the fight, the chair sitting in the corner, the look on Evans face when I told him to leave. There had been so much leading up to it and then after that day Evan was gone. I’d go visit him and his eyes would be glazed over and the everlasting smirk had been wiped of his face. I hadn’t realized how much we relied on each other. Here’s how it started, step one: I had said we need to talk and he stood up and tried to leave. I put my hand on his shoulder, “sit down Evan, it’s just a talk. I smile but my smile is broken and he can tell. Everything has changed and we both know it. I tell Evan calmly, nicely. He is still for many moments and then he looks up at me and he whispers “ Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness, and I could have stayed up with you all night, if I’d known how to save a life.” with that he walked left, and as I went right thought to myself “how to save a life…” For weeks after I stayed in my room and pondered what he had said. I felt a whole in my stomach every time a memory would reappear in my mind and everyday I wondered what happened and why I even bothered. One morning I decided I would go see Evan - I missed him and all I wanted was to have the whole in my stomach filled. He was sitting in that chair but it was no longer in it’s spot. It seemed weird to see the chair that held so many memories in a totally different place. That chair belonged in the garden, our garden. But here it was in this grey room with Evan in it, and just like the chair Evan was out of place. His face was greyish and his eyes were glassy. He seemed to not even have noticed that I had entered the room. “ Hey Evan, how’s it going?” I asked cautiously. This was not Evan this was a shell of Evan that was hollow and empty. I wanted nothing to do with this! I had come to fill the hole in my stomach and instead the whole got deeper with the realization that I would never have my friend back. I had cut him too deeply every last piece of the Evan I had known bled out. After that day I never felt okay again. I rarely went back to visit Evan anymore because it was just too painful. Over the years I would occasionally drop in but I never got a reply and that never changed. Many nights I would be kept awake by Evans voice pounding in my head; “If I’d known how to save a life…”

I am sitting in my chair. The chair. I am thinking back to all those years and the events that followed. I know that I haven’t ever explained what happened to Evan and I or even what our relationship was, but Evan was my bestfriend and in this story that is all that is important. That fight ended our friendship but really, it wasn’t one fight. It was everything being built up and us being young and ignorant we didn't discuss anything and so when we couldn't bottle it up inside anymore we still kept trying and we exploded. I think back to that day and the last thing that Evan ever said to me so much that after 15 years I finally figured out what Evan had meant. I had received a call one day around three years after our fight and it was a womans voice informing me I had a package to pick up at Evans house. It was pelting rain and the sky was overcast with heavy clouds but the second I got the call and rushed over to Evans house. Some part of me was hoping that what I was going to pick up was my best friend back, but oh how mistaken I was. There in the middle of the sidewalk in front of Evans house was the chair. Soaking wet and abandoned I realized that Evan had left our chair the exact way I had left our friendship. But, that chair was such a big part of my past that I hauled into the back of my old truck anyways and when I got home I buried it in the very back of my basement, not wanting to look at the item that would unleash all the emotions that I had devoted my life to burying. Well, years later I unpacked that chair and put it back in my garden, where it has always belonged. Evan had disappeared without a trace the day before I picked up the chair and I have ever seen him again and I have a feeling that I never will. It is sunny outside right now and I am sitting in my chair thinking like I often do about Evan and I. That day, Evans whispers. It comes back to me often, flooding my heart with grief. “I would have stayed up with you all night, If I had only known how to save a life.” Evan was not talking about saving my life. I had broken his heart into pieces and separated what had always been inseparable and there was Evan knowing that the bitterness of our friendship had just ruined our friendship. “How to save a life…” Evans had wanted to know how he could have prevented his life being ruined. I had been drowning Evan in grief and he had been trying desperately to figure out how to save his life. Evans Life.