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Amelie in Wonderland part. II: The headless Queen

8 Dec

Suddenly the tea party was interrupted by the sound of thunders and we could hear the steps of the Queen’s army quickly approaching. Not knowing what to do Amelie stayed in her chair, slowly drinking tea and eating a cupcake.

– Hurry Amelie, if she gets us she’ll cut our heads off!!!!

– Who?, she asked.

– Amelie, The  Red Queen!!!!!!

– But, but…i saw her downstairs and she seemed nice!!

– You better start running now… just saying, said a voice.

– Who are you?, asked Amelie.

– My name is Amelie, but everyone here knows me as the Cheshire Kitty.

– Oh, i see Amelie is a very common name here!!

– Yes, and we’re all mad here, so you two better start running!

– But where to?, asked the Mad Hatter.

– See that big mirror? Just close your eyes and walk through it, you’ll be safe if you’re fast enough!!

Soon they found themselves in the snow, it was cold and they had no idea where to go. Luckily they found two people sitting on a bench, under the snow…

-Hey there, who are you?

– I am TweedleDee and this is my sister TweedleDum. We’re waiting for the bus.

– But there is no road here, i don’t think there’s a bus either.

– Foreigners, the twins replied at the same time.

– I found you!!!!! Now you’re going to regret not inviting me to that damm party!!!!!!!

They were so impressed with the twins that they forgot about the evil queen. Now they had nowhere to run to…

– You, little girl, you’ll be painting those damm white roses, and i want them red!!! Red like blood, red like cherries, red like…like tomatoes!!! I just want them red, capiche?

– Noooooo that is not red, that is orange!!! Orange like….oranges!! I want them red, stupid girl, red…REEEEEEEEED!!!!

Amelie kept painting as fast as she could, but the queen kept screaming like mad. They are all truly mad here, she thought.

It was so cold her fingers were turning blue…and that damm queen kept screaming. Just when she was about to shout she saw something shining between the tree’s branches…

– An axe and a knife?

– Shhh grab them Amelie…grab them and do what you came here for, said a voice behind the tree.

– But who are you?, asked Amelie.

– I am Amylee, but most people here know me as the White Queen.

– And where is your crown? Why should i trust you?

– I don’t like crowns, i prefer teacups. And i doubt you’re in a position to choose, dear…

She thought the White Queen was right after all, so grabbed the axe and the knife. Right after grabbing the magic weapons she felt fire inside her, fire burning inside …her clothes changed colour too and she became someone totally different.

– WTF? Said the Red Queen. And those were her last words.

– Off with your head!!!!! Said Amelie.

– Ok, now i want my cupcake back!!

Mmmmm cupcakes…

Beware of wolves?

30 Oct

That’s what the sign says, but shouldn’t the wolf be aware of the little girl?

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived in a village near the forest.  She loved dressing in red, said it was “her colour”, so everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood.

One morning, she asked her mother if she could go to visit her grandmother while they were partying in the city, as it had been awhile since they’d seen each other, then packed a basket full of goodies to take over to her grandmother and left.

At the same time, the wolf was heading to the girl’s grandmother house too. The wolf…that girl drove him crazy. He was madly in love with her, but she  kept ignoring him. Maybe it was the hair, the fangs, the smell, or maybe she didn’t like guys with 4 legs, who knows.  One day he got desperate and thought that maybe if he made friends with her family things would be different. Her parents weren’t home so he decided visiting the grandma. While he was on his way, he could smell Red Riding Hood on her way too…what a great idea, we’ll meet there!!!, he said to himself. Unfortunately the old grumpy woman wans’t too friendly, and he was hungry so…he had to eat her.

After eating, he looked into through Granny’s wardrobe to find a nightgown that he liked, knowing the girl was about to arrive.  He added a cap to hide his ears and waited. A few minutes later, Red Riding Hood knocked on the door.  The wolf jumped into bed and pulled the covers over his nose.  “Who is it?” he called in a cackly voice.

–  It’s me, Little Red Riding Hood.”

–  Oh how lovely!  Do come in, my dear,” said the wolf.

When Little Red Riding Hood entered the little house, she could barely recognize her Grandmother.

– Granny!  Your voice sounds so weird, are you ok?”,  she asked.

– Oh, I just have a cold,” replied the wolf coughing.

– But Grandmother!  What big ears you have,” said Little Red Riding Hood as she edged closer to the bed.

– The better to hear you with, my dear,” replied the wolf.

– But Grandmother!  What big eyes you have,” said Little Red Riding Hood.

– The better to see you with, my dear,” replied the wolf.

– But Grandmother!  What big mouth you have,” said Little Red Riding Hood her voice quivering slightly.

– The better to kiss you with, my dear,” roared the wolf and he leapt out of the bed and began to chase the little girl.

-You are not my granny!!!!!What have you done to her?

-Of course not, I am the wolf and I love you!!!!Who cares about your old grandmother, she wont make you happy like I will!!!

-Omg you annoying freak, I thought I made clear I am not interested in you!!!What have you done to my granny?, she said while looking at the wolf’s belly.

-I’m sorry, I didn’t want to, I just…I love you!!!

-She ran outside, shouting: “Help!  Wolf!” as loudly as she could.

Outside, next to an old stump, she found an axe and then walked inside the house again. Where are you, my hairy friend?, she said. Come on, I never really liked that old woman anyway, come outside so we can go dancing to celebrate…

The poor idiot then came out of the wardrobe and, so fast he didn’t even feel it, she cut his head off. In the last second, he could even see her smile…

Doofy & Snow White, just another bizarre love story

29 Jul

Being a princess isn’t easy, specially when your dad gets married with an evil woman that is jealous of your youth and beauty. Snow White got tired of all those boring princes that only wanted the secksin and her dad’s money so she was quite glad when her stepmother sent her to the dark forest…

No animals , no people, nothing. She was about to die of boredom when suddenly she started hearing some music…Following the sound she found a club in the middle of the forest and there he was, giving it all on the dancefloor.

– Hey pretty!!! My name is Doofy, how are you?

– Hello, i am Snow White, but my friends call me Snowhite. I am a bit lost in the forest.

– Oh, don’t worry i can take you home. Used to live with my 6 brothers but i got tired of them. Wanna see where i live?

She was hungry and needed to pee badly, so was quite happy to go somewhere nice, and that little dwarf looked harmless…

 

– Ohhh i love roses, thank you!!

– A girl like you should always have roses.

– I like you, Doofy.

Snowhite was feeling safe with that sweet romancing dwarf, they danced and danced and finally rested a bit on the beach.

 

– Mmm Doofy, you have a big thing in your pocket!

– Oh…that…that is my mobile phone sweety. Anyway, do you wanna see the rest of the place?

– Sure, do you have a toilet?

– Ermm…yes i guess…

 

Doofy said they’d play a game, and after playing she could pee. Snowhite agreed, after all she was very curious about this guy and always liked playing.

 

– Ooh a cross! Dad’s wife has one, but i never knew what was it for.

– It is a very funny toy, just let me adjust the cuffs and…voila!

After a while she was sweating lots, so Doofy gently offered to help her get undressed… and they continued playing.

 

After an hour or so Doofy and Snowhite were both tired, and the idea of a massage seemed nice…

 

 

– Oh, almost forgot, next week it’s my birthday. My 6 brothers will visit, wanna join the party?

– Sure Doofy, i am not going anywhere…

Verne & Jule’s first vacations part 1

13 Jul

Summer’s here and Verne finnished school, his results weren’t as good as i expected but i think we all deserve some nice vacations. We asked Jules if he wanted to so somewhere, some place he wanted to visit but, since the poor creature never left his circus before, they let me choose the destination.

Looking for the closest teleporting station, and checking all the fares i found out they don’t have special prices for creepy kids in Second Life, so we decided to do something different and travel by balloon!!

The two creepies wanted to travel in their own balloon, maybe so they could chat and play without their annoying mom, so i let them do it.

 

– You two, fasten your balloonbelt right now, you’re gonna fall!!!

– I am safe in my jar mommy, don’t worry!! , said Verne.

Poor Jules was too terrified of heights to say anything, but i could see his tiny clockwork body sliding out fo the safety belt and imagined him crashing on the ground…

– Ok, you two, now jump on my back so we can all continue without having to regret any accident.

– But i want my balloon mommy!!

– I will buy you a balloon Verne, now jump on my back!

 

Finally they did and we could continue out trip…

 

– And where are we going mom?

– It is a surprise, you’ll both like it.

– And how long will it take to get there?

– I am not sure, depends on the wind, the traffic…

– And what will we do there?

– We’ll rest and have fun!

– Mommy, i want to pee!!!

– Damm kids!!!

 

To be continued…

Amelie in Wonderland

29 Jun

Amelie was always a very curious girl, she loved investigating, exploring and always learning new things from the weirdest situations. One day, while in her lovely garden, she saw a very cute rabbit running through the flowers. She even could hear him scream: i’m late!!!late to my own party!!
Party, that was the magic word. Amelie couldn’t do anything else than follow the little rabbit, it was getting dark so she didn’t saw the hole in the ground.

And she was falling and falling…til she landed on some other garden. It was getting dark and cold, and no sign of the rabbit. Hmmm maybe in that castle…

– Hello, are you a queen?
– Yes, i am Amelie, the Red Queen of Wonderland.
– Ooohhh what a coincidence, my name is Amelie too!!
– It is a very common name here…
– Have you seen a white rabbit?
– Yes, he went to the party through that red door. Unfortunately they didn’t invite me…maybe it’s because i like cutting some heads off once in a while…
– Oh that is a shame, well i’ll try going to the party. Take care Queen Amelie.

– Hello my name is Amelie, can i join your party?
– Oh yes, my name is Amelie too. Take a seat next to me, said a woman with a strange hat with birds on top of it.

– I am Amelie and i own Le Cirque Du Freaks here in Wonderland. This is the white rabbit’s birthday, and those are his sister Amelie and his girlfriend Amelie, with their kid on her hat.

– Ohhh pleased to meet you, you all have very nice hats!!
– I am glad you like them Amelie, i am Amelie, the mad hatter and i made all these hats as well as the one Amelie, the card sitting next to me, is wearing. Maybe i could make one for you!

– Oohhh i’d love that!!!

And then we all heard screams and thunders outside…as one dark cloud was getting close to the castle…

Free hugs!!!

7 Jun

According to wikipedia, a hug is a form of physical intimacy, that usually involves closing or holding the arms around the neck, back, or waist of another person; if more than two persons are involved, this is referred to as a group hug. A hug, sometimes in association with a kiss, eye contact or other gestures, is a form of nonverbal communication. Depending on culture, context and relationship, a hug can indicate familiarity, love, affection or friendship. One person may hug another as an indication of support, comfort, and consolation. A hug can be a demonstration of affection and emotional warmth, sometimes arising out of joy or happiness at meeting someone. Sometimes, hugs are a romantic exchange.

Unlike some other forms of physical intimacy, when both parties mutually engage in the act, a hug can be practiced publicly and privately without stigma in many countries, religions and cultures, within families, and also across age and gender lines,[citation needed] but is generally an indication that people are familiar with each other. An unexpected hug can be regarded as an invasion of a person’s personal space, but if it is reciprocated it is an indication that it is welcome. Also, a person, especially a child, may caress and hug a doll or stuffed animal. Young children will also hug their parents when they feel threatened by an unfamiliar person.

Unlike a kiss, a hug is not usually undertaken as part of a ritual or social act. However, it is a custom in Spain and, by proxy, in Latin American countries for male friends to hug (as well as slap each other on the back) in a joyous greeting, such as on a New Year.

The other day i heard on the tv that, in a certain region in north Spain, 1 out of every 10 adults didn’t have any friend. I don’t have many people i consider friends myself, maybe 4 or 5 (plus my mom, i’ve always considered her my friend though we argue quite a lot), but i have some people i go out with sometimes, and i hug them too!

Now we have internet, we have fancy cars, we work lots to get more money to buy more stuff…and we miss spending time with the people we care about, if we care about anyone else i mean.

So today i am sending you all this virtual bear hug, wishing you a great week and hoping that you hug someone today!!!

Verne’s first heartbreak

25 May

I guess there is a time when any kid wants to leave the comfy cozy castle of his mom, but i never imagined Verne would want to move out within his first year of life.
When i asked what was the reason to make the decission, if he wasnt happy in our new gorgeous land (pics to be posted soon) or if there was anything i could help him with he just said: i am in love and i wanna have some intimacy with her.

So, said and done, i placed a skybox above my garden so Verne could have his place. Some weeks after he sent me an im asking me to teleport there, so i did.
Found him in his little cradle looking a bit down and “not in the mood for chatting”, he said.

-Come on silly, tell me what happened, maybe i can help.
– No, you’ll think i am stupid.
– I could never think you’re stupid, just a bit silly and very stubborn, what happened?
– Ok, i will tell you.

-Juliet, she left.
-Juliet? Who is Juliet?
– My girlfriend, i met her in a hole while i was diggin in the park and now she left me…for a sandworm!!!
– Maybe they are just friends, or maybe she just needs some time. Women can be very complicated, my creepy creature.
– No, she left, look at the note she gave me.

-Awww i am sorry then Verne, but life goes on. There are many many girls out there.
-But she was special…
-We’re all special for someone, you just need to find the one you’re special for.

And it is true, we’re all unique and special. And Verne lives in a jar, isn’t that special already?
I tried to make him laugh a bit and think it worked, because after watching my skills on the circus ball he almost peed on himself!!!

-Feeling better?
-Yes mom, i feel much better now.
-Ok, now let’s go downstairs and pick your stuff, you’re coming back home now.
– Good idea, this place is too empty now.

-What’s that Verne?
-What’s what?
-There!!!Did someone die here?
-I have no idea, those things were here when i woke up this morning…
-Ok, let’s pack your stuff and get out of here, i am nor sure if i want to know more.

Credits: Most of the items you see in this post come from the Tainted Love Hunt arranged by Yellow Jester, one of my fave stores in Second Life.

The Happy Prince

29 Apr

In a day when millions of people are watching the Royal Wedding (me included) i wanted to share with you the story of a different Prince, my favourite prince of all time.

This is the story of the Happy Prince, by Oscar Wilde:

High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.
He was very much admired indeed. “He is as beautiful as a weathercock,” remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; “only not quite so useful,” he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.
“Why can’t you be like the Happy Prince?” asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. “The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything.”
“I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy,” muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.
“He looks just like an angel,” said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks and their clean white pinafores.
“How do you know?” said the Mathematical Master, “you have never seen one.”
“Ah! but we have, in our dreams,” answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.
One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.
“Shall I love you?” said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.
“It is a ridiculous attachment,” twittered the other Swallows; “she has no money, and far too many relations”; and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came they all flew away.
After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady- love. “She has no conversation,” he said, “and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind.” And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtseys. “I admit that she is domestic,” he continued, “but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.”
“Will you come away with me?” he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.
“You have been trifling with me,” he cried. “I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!” and he flew away.
All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. “Where shall I put up?” he said; “I hope the town has made preparations.”
Then he saw the statue on the tall column.
“I will put up there,” he cried; “it is a fine position, with plenty of fresh air.” So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.
“I have a golden bedroom,” he said softly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. “What a curious thing!” he cried; “there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness.”
Then another drop fell.
“What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?” he said; “I must look for a good chimney-pot,” and he determined to fly away.
But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw – Ah! what did he see?
The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.
“Who are you?” he said.
“I am the Happy Prince.”
“Why are you weeping then?” asked the Swallow; “you have quite drenched me.”
“When I was alive and had a human heart,” answered the statue, “I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans- Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot chose but weep.”
“What! is he not solid gold?” said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud.
“Far away,” continued the statue in a low musical voice, “far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion- flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen’s maids-of- honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move.”
“I am waited for in Egypt,” said the Swallow. “My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus- flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves.”
“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.”
“I don’t think I like boys,” answered the Swallow. “Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller’s sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect.”
But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. “It is very cold here,” he said; “but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.”
“Thank you, little Swallow,” said the Prince.
So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince’s sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.
He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. “How wonderful the stars are,” he said to her, “and how wonderful is the power of love!”
“I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball,” she answered; “I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy.”
He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old Jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman’s thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy’s forehead with his wings. “How cool I feel,” said the boy, “I must be getting better”; and he sank into a delicious slumber.
Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. “It is curious,” he remarked, “but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold.”
“That is because you have done a good action,” said the Prince. And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy.
When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. “What a remarkable phenomenon,” said the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. “A swallow in winter!” And he wrote a long letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand.
“To-night I go to Egypt,” said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, “What a distinguished stranger!” so he enjoyed himself very much.
When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. “Have you any commissions for Egypt?” he cried; “I am just starting.”
“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “will you not stay with me one night longer?”
“I am waited for in Egypt,” answered the Swallow. “To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water’s edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.
“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes. He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint.”
“I will wait with you one night longer,” said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. “Shall I take him another ruby?”
“Alas! I have no ruby now,” said the Prince; “my eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play.”
“Dear Prince,” said the Swallow, “I cannot do that”; and he began to weep.
“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “do as I command you.”
So the Swallow plucked out the Prince’s eye, and flew away to the student’s garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird’s wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.
“I am beginning to be appreciated,” he cried; “this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play,” and he looked quite happy.
The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. “Heave a-hoy!” they shouted as each chest came up. “I am going to Egypt”! cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.
“I am come to bid you good-bye,” he cried.
“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “will you not stay with me one night longer?”
“It is winter,” answered the Swallow, “and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea.”
“In the square below,” said the Happy Prince, “there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her.”
“I will stay with you one night longer,” said the Swallow, “but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then.”
“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “do as I command you.”
So he plucked out the Prince’s other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. “What a lovely bit of glass,” cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.
Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. “You are blind now,” he said, “so I will stay with you always.”
“No, little Swallow,” said the poor Prince, “you must go away to Egypt.”
“I will stay with you always,” said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince’s feet.
All the next day he sat on the Prince’s shoulder, and told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold-fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself, and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.
“Dear little Swallow,” said the Prince, “you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there.”
So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another’s arms to try and keep themselves warm. “How hungry we are!” they said. “You must not lie here,” shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into the rain.
Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.
“I am covered with fine gold,” said the Prince, “you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy.”
Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children’s faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. “We have bread now!” they cried.
Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.
The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker’s door when the baker was not looking and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.
But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince’s shoulder once more. “Good-bye, dear Prince!” he murmured, “will you let me kiss your hand?”
“I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you.”
“It is not to Egypt that I am going,” said the Swallow. “I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?”
And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.
At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost.
Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: “Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!” he said.
“How shabby indeed!” cried the Town Councillors, who always agreed with the Mayor; and they went up to look at it.
“The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer,” said the Mayor in fact, “he is litttle beter than a beggar!”
“Little better than a beggar,” said the Town Councillors.
“And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!” continued the Mayor. “We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here.” And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.
So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. “As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful,” said the Art Professor at the University.
Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. “We must have another statue, of course,” he said, “and it shall be a statue of myself.”
“Of myself,” said each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.
“What a strange thing!” said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. “This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away.” So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.
“Bring me the two most precious things in the city,” said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.
“You have rightly chosen,” said God, “for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.”

Fantasy Faire and Relay For Life: The Power Of Imagination

16 Apr

Sorry everyone for the delay, but i’ve had a busy and lazy week at the same time. Hope you have had a great week and are starting a nice weekend!

This said, i must show you all how amazing was the Fantasy Faire event that took part in Second Life. Proving not only that SL is not only a game for fun, but it can bring people together to raise funds for a good cause: helping others fight against cancer. Due to several circumstances i payed my visit the last day and i have to say i regret not visiting earlier, with plenty of time to explore.

Taken from the Fantasy Fair press note:

Started three years ago as a benefit for Relay for Life and the American Cancer Society, the Fantasy Faire of Second Life has raised more than $25,000 USD. For 2011 the goal of the Faire team, Friends Fighting Cancer, is to nearly double that amount by raising an additional $20,000 USD.

The Fantasy Faire 2011 features eight themed shopping sims, and a separate Events and Auctions sim which will border the American Cancer Society Island for the entire run of the Faire.

Twelve designers have worked, some alone, some in tandem, to create the Faire sims. They have had less than a month to develop and less than a week to install nine sims that are each a testament to their talents as builders and artists and to the spirit of Relay for Life.

Over 150 of Seconds Life’s top fantasy creators line the paths of the shopping sims, with a range of genres and styles from Elven, Fae, Steampunk, Mer, Goth, SciFi, and the gamut from tinies to Dragons. Every sim is a melange of elements and from door to door you’ll find clothing, avatars, furnishings, pre-fab houses and the kitchen sink filled with gooey chocolate.”

If you want, you can also find Relay For Life in Second Life

And now i will guide you through the 8 sims, shame just a few pics of my fave places can’t express all the beauty and the peace i found while capturing these images:

-Dark Mirage Sim:

This is where i chose to start my trip. It’s a dark, magical sim with a kinda arabian taste. Think kinda art deco and arabian pieces and mysterious landscaping and you might get a bit of the taste it had, at least for me. My fave spot?:

-Enchanted Mysts:

The place i chose to rest a bit before continuing the journey. Classy beautifully crafted buildings surrounded by elven like landscape, totally worth taking some time to just relax and enjoy.

-Exotic Worlds:

Interactive sim full of secret places to explore and delight yourself. Definetely one of my fave sims!!!

-Fantastical and Magical sim:

Faerie tales? That paradise you dreamed about when you were a kid? This sim brings together everything you could dream about when your imagination ruled your world. I felt like a little girl in a toy store 🙂

-Forest of Light:

Fantastic creatures in an enchanted forest where anyone would like to get lost for a while.

-Forest of Shadow:

Deep dark astonishing forest, no matter how deep you explore, you’ll always find something capturing your attention and not letting you go.

-Nemo Revisited:

A true tribute to Verne and the era of inventions. My fave part was the submarine where i found Nemo’s workshop:

Neptune was showing the way to the next sim…

-Sea of Mer:

The paradise any mermaid would love living in. To enjoy it appropiately i chose to become a mermaid myself using my Merlust outfit by Panda Express , mermaid skin by The Plastik and the Aloha hair by Truth Hair.
This was the sim where i spent most time, selected my fave pics to show you:

And this is all, sorry for the long post but didnt want to miss anything. I’d like to thank the creators of this huge event for their hard work and the amazing effort they’ve made to raise funds for a cause that really touches my heart.

The Scorpion and the Frog

31 Mar

As some of you may know, i’ve always loved fables and short stories. It’s great how a very very short story can teach so much with just a few words.
In this occassion, Aesop’s “The Scorpion and the Frog” goes perfect with what happened the other day in Second Life, that scarily reminds me of one of my Real Life best friends.

The Scorpion and the Frog


(image courtesy of luna1316)

A scorpion and a frog meet on the bank of a stream and the scorpion asks the frog to carry him across on its back. The frog asks, “How do I know you won’t sting me?” The scorpion says, “Because if I do, I will die too.”

The frog is satisfied, and they set out, but in midstream,the scorpion stings the frog. The frog feels the onset of paralysis and starts to sink, knowing they both will drown,but has just enough time to gasp “Why?”

Replies the scorpion: “Its my nature…”

Sometimes frogs are attracted to scorpions. Scorpions are strong, shiny, dangerous…that kind of bad boy look that many many frogs fall for.
The frog falls in love with the scorpion, she is soo happy and feels so proud: how can i be so lucky to have such a beautiful scorpion by my side? They are together, they have fun, and the frog thinks things are too nice and sweet to be true. The scorpion sometimes hurts the frog, he has to keep his sting in shape he says, she feels hurted but understands. After all, he loves me, i am his frog, why would he be with me if he didn’t love me? So she forgets and forgives.

Sometimes a frog can be smart enough to leave the dangerous dude and follow her way safely, but most times they get caught, like a fly in a spiderweb.
Sooner or later the scorpion will sting the frog so bad they will both sink in some stream, no matter how many times the dude says he can change.

Please frogs, stay away from scorpions…it’s in their nature!