Fairy Tales Are Always Immortal All The Time

Fairy tales were the first real stories, originally told via word of mouth and carried like wildfire. They were passed down to future generations orally, long before literary intervention. Of course during this time many stories got lost, but through literature and films these fairy tales have been immortalised and kept for our generation as well as the next.

When one thinks of fairy tales it is usually coupled with Disney adaptations of the likes of Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty, and yet it cannot be forgotten that the roots of these fairy tales were traced back to the likes of Perrault and the Grimm brothers, where the "happily ever after" story was not ever really the case at all.

Fairy tales were told to kick children out of bad habits, to scare them from straying off the correct path in life (literally in Little Red Riding Hood). Even though fairy tales were not originally for children, many have been watered down thoroughly to appeal to a younger audience. I'm sure many people believe that fairy tales are just about dainty love stories and ugly step sisters and do not pay attention to their darker messages which comment on the morality of society. There have even been cases where parents of today refuse to read fairy tales to their children because of their themes involving execution, kidnapping and of course there are always problematic stories about the demoralization of women through passive heroines such as Cinderella.

But even though some parents refuse to read their children fairy tales, these stories – one way or another – will always be around and be talked about, because there is this belief we want to hold on to: that good will always triumph over evil. There is a naivety in all of us surrounding good and evil, and when we watch something based on a fairy tale, we can feel comfortable in the inevitable conclusion that good will reside over all evil. Fairy tales offer us something different. Fairy tales allow us to experience things we would never dream of experiencing, they don't just comment on life, but as C. S. Lewis believed, they add to it, and therefore offer us an escapism from the mundane nature of everyday life.

Fairy tales will never die because they are forever retelling and recreating themselves. Fairy tales shouldn't be solely thought of as "Once upon a time…" stories, and many writers such as Angela Carter have upturned these notions, defying them with a different kind of fairy tale: stories exploring sexuality and bionic heroes. She gives a voice to many of the passive women in traditional tales. She takes you to a place which is not necessarily a place of light heartedness, but a place which allows you to experience the weird and wonderful. You get a sense of surrealism mixed with a notion of "could this really happen?" And somehow the answer to this is "possibly". It cannot be forgotten how many writers have been influenced over the centuries by fairy tales and how many of the books and films we watch have elements of these tales in them. We will never stop telling fairy tales, because we will never stop telling stories. Although fairy tales are retold and adapted they never lose their appeal, someone is always there to listen, to watch, to read and to experience and this is particularly apparent today.

Fairy tales are not merely left to the wonders of the imagination or made up in pixellated form, but they burst onto our screens in a magnitude of action and brilliance. Snow White and the Huntsman has recently been released, an obvious adaptation on the original Disney Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs we all know, and also Little Red Riding Hood was released in 2011 staring Amanda Seyfried. Even romance films such as A Cinderella Story have brought fairy tales into the modern day. We are now not just told fairy stories orally, but we can physically see them unravel. If "seeing is believing", then we are all trapped in the mystical world of the surreal. Be it Narnia or somewhere between Pandora and Earth. The writer W. H. Auden commented that "the way to read a fairy-tale is to throw yourself in[to it]" and today there is no way to shy away from this.

Fairy tales will carry on being read, intervened and adapted because they offer more to the imagination than normal stories and tap into each and every one of us. They change with each generation. Suddenly Little Red Riding Hood is the one pulling out a knife on the big bad wolf, and the princess chooses the beast rather than the prince. Fairy tales are immortal, you just need to take your pen to your check list and tick which one will be adapted next.

Funny Stories with Moral

Funny stories with a moral may seem like a preacher trying his best to inject levity into an otherwise solemn sermon. In short, these stories are like rainbows and sunshine before the fire and brimstone part come in to darken your day. But this is absolutely not so!
These hilarious stories provoke giggles, guffaws and laughter simply because of their funny punch lines, endings and implications, just like any other funny jokes. The morals of the stories, which can be anything from the virtues of patience to the dangers of greed, play secondary roles in the telling of these tales. Besides, virtually all stories have morals for their audience although it may not be evident at first.

What kinds of audience are receptive to funny stories with a moral? Well, we have to say that every audience will laugh at these stories although there are a few preconditions. Don't worry; these preconditions are not set in iron.
For one thing, you must determine the kind of story that your audience will understand and appreciate. Kids have a different sense of humour than adults for obvious reasons, which means that the funny jokes you tell adults will not be appreciated by children and vice versa. For example, funny stories with a moral in the form of fables (the main characters are animals with human qualities) are great for kids but adults will appreciate funny stories with human characters.
For another thing, you must avoid stories that offend sensibilities and sensitivities about race, religion and culture, among other touchy subjects. For example, your story may be funny and yet contain a moral lesson to Protestants but not so much for Catholics and vice versa. It may be that Christians in the audience laugh at your story and see the moral behind it but your Jewish friends may not.
Indeed, each person has his or her own funny bone, which largely depends on the individual's upbringing, education and personality. It is up to you as the storyteller-cum-comedian to gauge whether your funny stories with a moral will click with your specific audience at a particular time. If not, you can always try another story until your audience are rolling on the floor and laughing their heads off.

Funny Stories About Some Lady Shoes

While sorting lady shoes out by styles, I found some funny stories concerning the origin of some ladies high heel shoes. Either of them has a legendary story hidden behind the pop styles among the fashion world.
First, I'd like to share with you the origin of ballet flats. Ballet flats, as the name shows, are used for ballet performance or training. Ballet flats are derived from a woman's soft ballet slipper, with a very thin heel or the appearance of no heel at all. The style usually features a ribbon-like binding around the low tops of the slipper and may have a slight gathering at the top-front of the vamp and a tiny, decorative string tie. Ballet slippers can be adjusted and tightened to the wearer's foot by means of this string tie.
The essence of the ballet flat has existed since at least the 16th century, in which men wore a similar shoe, then known as pumps. In medieval times ballet flats were popular with both men and women. They only came out of fashion in the 17th and 18th centuries when the high-heeled shoe came into fashion after Catherine de' Medici requested that her cobbler add two inches to her wedding shoes. Heels went out of fashion quickly after Marie Antoinette walked to the guillotine in a pair of heels. Functional shoes: sandals, boots, and flat shoes prevailed in the 19th century. Ballet flats took off again when Audrey Hepburn wore them with skinny jeans in Funny Face in 1957.

The one item of the Gladiator era that we are glad to see around today is the Gladiator sandal. By definition the gladiator sandal is a flat sandal that has several straps across the top holding the sole to the foot and a strap around the ankle. This sandal worn by the professional fighters was brought back to fashion in the late 1960s and now in 2008 it is making a comeback. When you look at the fashion magazines you will see the celebrities with different variations of the sandal, Gladiator sandals low heels, high heel and flats. The heel height is not the only difference; the ankle strap can go up your leg as high as the knee. The materials for making the sandal is not just plain brown leather as originally, you will find fabric, leather, patent, any in color that you can imagine, and decorated with a large variety of embellishments.
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All Kinds Of Interesting Kid's Stories

Kids say the most embarrassing and yet the funniest things ever! We can all agree of this statement upon reading a few funny kid's stories involving their misadventures in the world of adults. In fact, we can rightly say that the best funny stories involving kids often involve those where adult interaction was present.

Kids are inquisitive by nature so it comes as no surprise that they have endless questions to be asked of their elders. Often, the adults answer their questions in a sensible manner but kids being kids, they apply these answers in hilarious ways. A good example is one where a 4-year old boy asks a visibly pregnant woman why her stomach is so big. The lady then answers that it's because she has a baby inside her tummy whilst being amused by the boy's wide-eyed stare. The boy then proceeded to ask why she was being a mean person by swallowing a baby!

Yet another source of funny kids stories is their propensity to show off to their family and friends. The show off attitude is childlike and childish but the laughter that ensues will crack up even the adults in the room. For example, a young boy who was fond of wearing superhero costumes thought he can fly over a ditch and so he did. When he landed with a few minor scratches in the ditch, he told his parents that, “If I had my cape on, I would have flown over it!” It is a story that can live in family lore for years to come.

We have all heard how kids are the wisest creatures on the planet and we can agree that their wisdom is borne of a magical innocence adults have lost in transition. This is where we have the best of funny kids stories. For example, a kindergarten pupil narrated to his teacher that he found a dead cat. The teacher asked how he knew it was dead and the body said, “Because I pissed on its ears and it just continued to lie still!” The teacher was aghast but the boy explained, “I said pssst on its ears!”

Funny Stories Happened In My Travels

I travel faster than bad news. I comb my hair with a plastic salad fork and use a toothbrush handle to stir my instant coffee, flavoring it with Pepsodent. A money pouch hangs inside my pants, and on my wrist is a Timex with a black vinyl strap-not to tell the time but to tell the world: I’m cheap. Go rob somebody with a Rolex.

I can’t afford to get robbed. It takes up too much time, my most precious commodity. The faster I travel, the more money I make. And after ten days of reviewing resorts throughout the Caribbean, I’m back where I started, at my favorite hotel in Jamaica, the Ocean View. Pink water fills the toilet, a tattered Popular Mechanics from 1997 sits on the bureau (compliments of the management), and an air conditioner grumbles loud enough to drown out the jet blast from the nearby airport.

You can tell a lot about a country by its airport. Is it named after a dictator? Do the pay phones actually work? How many crashed planes line the runway? Any sniffer dogs roaming the baggage carousels?

He rolled his eyes, and dismissed me with a wave of his hand while letting loose with a mouth fart, a uniquely European habit in which a pocket of air bursts up from the lower lip, a contemptuous gesture often accompanied by a theatric closing of the eyes, a facial drama meant to convey a subtle existential message: You’re dog shit.

When I turned to leave, the oiled people around the pool erupted in laughter. I stormed out of there, my pants flapping in the breeze. They didn’t know it, but the Red Brigade just found a new recruit.

At the hotel next door, the receptionist asked me in that charmingly blunt way of the French, “Monsieur, you have had an accident with your pants?”

“Just a little rip,” I said, but as I reached back to check the seat of my pants, there was just bare flesh. My Girbauds had ripped from the belt loop all the way down to the back of my knee and I hadn’t even noticed. So that’s what people have been laughing at. On an island where the women brazenly expose their breasts, my thigh seemed to be getting all the attention.

Travel fatigue had definitely set in, my body numb of senses yet moving one step ahead of an overactive mind. I should have recognized the first symptoms that morning at the St. Maarten airport. Whenever I had flashed a big smile, people recoiled in horror. Little children ran to their parents. Perplexed, I went into a bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My teeth and gums were colored inky red from sucking on a pen already weakened by so much high altitude flying. Leaking pens are another occupational hazard of the travel writer. My wife is always threatening to buy me a pocket protector. What I really needed was a pocket protector for my mouth.

At the Montego Bay airport, the first thing you notice are the Jamaicans themselves, a hands-on kind of people. When I landed here the week before, I sought refuge in the bathroom, which didn’t stop a mob of taxi drivers from following me in, tugging at my shirt while I stood at the urinal.

“Can I please pee in private?” I pleaded. Laughing among themselves, they moved back about two inches without loosening their grips on the duffel bag slung over my shoulder.

“I don’t need a taxi. I’m walking,” I said as I zipped up my pants. I ploughed my way through the taxi drivers, veering for the street while they pushed me in the direction of their taxis. They gave up when I told them where I was going.

“Let the cheap man walk. He go to de Ocean View.”

He laughed without answering. Then asked if he could make a detour to stop at the Bob Marley monument.

“I have to meditate on my man here,” he said. He sat down in a cross-legged position, closed his eyes, and hummed a reggae tune for ten minutes while I waited impatiently in the front seat. Then he charged me for a sightseeing tour of Kingston. Like he said, only hustlers and fools.

From the veranda of the Ocean View, I can see an Air Jamaica 737 landing, tail heavy with tourists. I’ll be taking that plane home in another two hours. It’s been a long 240 hours away from my family. I sometimes imagine that I am not actually traveling so much as running in place, just trying to keep up with a world that is spinning under my feet.

There are, however, aspects of travel I do enjoy, such as the assimilation of varied cultural traits I pick up along the way. On the flight over from Kingston, I talked with a couple who were just returning from a week at Sandals, a couples-only resort, about our respective trips. “But what you do isn’t really traveling,” said Mr. Banana Republic, smugly smiling to his wife. “You never really stay long enough to know a place, do you?”

I rolled my eyes back, waved my hand dismissively, and let a pocket of air burst up from my lower lip.

In the new millennium, Dominick redefined himself as a live-action filmmaker. His films have been well-received, garnering such accolades as ‘Best Short Film- Palm Springs International Hispanic Film Festival,’ and ‘Best Director- Long Beach Q Film Festival.’ Having sold two screenplays, Dominick decided to capitalize on a growing writing resume. At forty, (call it an acute awareness of his own mortality) he went on to pen a collection of Narrative Nonfiction essays titled “Jesus Shoes,” which he has been performing in Spoken Word events around Los Angeles. Two selections from the collection have recently been included in anthologies.

The Nameless Prince represents Dominick’s foray into Young Adult urban fantasy. He would be very happy to retire from illustration as a full-time author. He currently lives in Silver Lake, California, surrounded by hipsters.