"Not one here... not here either..."
Rina's soft murmurs weren't loud enough to echo around the vast, empty room. Rina was thankful for that. The silence was blissful, a moment of peace from a chaotic yet exhaustingly average world. The pages flew effortlessly from one side of the books to the other, eventually placed aside when the back cover was flicked over, as she picked up another book. The gentle, rhythmic flicking sound of paper, soft as Rina's own voice was soothing to her, healing the wounds today had left, as if at that moment, nobody could pop the glistening bubble of one of her few comforts.
"There's not a single gay fairy tale." Rina whispered to the room, which, as usual, did not echo. It was not surprising to her though; she knew that even though this world was still quite unaccepting, the world those fairy tales were written in were far worse. She glanced over at the book lying in the corner of the room. The cover read 'Modern Fairy Tales: written and told today'
And an idea sprang to Rina's mind; the first leaf in her dry, fruitless garden of ideas.
"What if I could write the world's first gay fairy-tale?"
And this time, the room, as if in agreement, gently echoed her words.
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What's in a Fairy Tale?
Aktuelle LiteraturRina is exhaustingly average, with only one thing out of the norm: She has feelings for her best friend. One quirk isn't enough to throw everything out of balance, is it? Perhaps it will be a nice break from the blandness of daily life. Or so Rina t...
