Fairy tales oneshots

Skephalo

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It's nice to have some help from a fairy godmother once in a while but this lucky boy rises from the ashes to discover he only needs to be himself to find true happiness and a prince, Darryl.

there was once a lovely young boy named 'Darryl' who lived with his father and a stepmother with with two step brothers.

Knock knock

all in all Darryl was fairly content with this arrangement until one fateful day.

"I'm sorry" said the boy as he handed a mail to Darryl and as he began to walk away Darryl grabbed it in confusion nodding and closing the door, opening the mail slowly and starting to read but before he could read it, his stepmother grabbed the paper.

she smirked as she began to read than a frown appeared her face "oh, no" she said as she began to tear up, two of the step brothers running down the stairs "mother! mother!"said one as he ran up to her and hugged her and the other grabbing her hand "What's wrong mother?" they asked,

"your step father..he's dead!" said the stepmother as two of her sons started crying too,

so the stepmother with the help of her two sons began immediate preparations for a most impressive funeral, making sure that all the right people would be in attendance.

Darryl was the only one who truly warmed the death of his father.

Darryl cried at the funeral.

When they got inside the two step brothers sat on the couch as the stepmother stood, leaving Darryl to sit on the comfy chair, Darryl slowly took off his hat, and looking up at his stepmother "it was so sad I can't believe my father's really gone" Darryl said "It's difficult for us all" said the stepmother.

Silence.

soon the stepmother clapped her hands "Well enough bloom for one day" she said Darryl looked up thinking she was trying to change the subject, "I think we should start to reorganize the household we've got to pick in and make the best of bad times" she said looking back at Darryl.

"Darryl, I think it would be lovely if you did all the cooking" she said as he nodded "right" he said.

Then the stepmother looked at her two sons "And my lovely sons Clay and Nick you won't do any cooking" Nick smiled "I can handle that" he said as Clay nodded.

Then she glanced back at Darryl "Darryl, you should wax the floors too dear" she said and turning back to her two sons "Clay and Nick you won't" she said as they both nodding smiling.

"And now last but not least the sweeping publishing cleaning scouring dishes trash gardening bed making and various miscellaneous chores including laundry and everything else will be done by.."

The two of her sons looking around hoping it's not them,

"Darryl" Said the stepmother smiling, as Nick did a little 'yes!' thing with his hand, "Any questions?" asked the stepmother as Darryl raised his hand slowly "yes?" asked the stepmother.

"I- I don't mean to be rude but isn't this arrangement just a bit lopsided?" asked Darryl a little voice crack on the start, "oh, well I'm not finished. Clay your duties will include bathing yourself brushing your own hair and maintaining an attractive appearance" said the stepmother than Clay faced Darryl smirking "see? I'm not complaining" said Clay.