The Lonely Princess pt 2

The next morning the princess was awoken by a hand on her shoulder. She opened her eyes and found herself on the streets, leaning against a light post. Sitting up a horrible headache rocked her mind. She glanced to her right and startled considerably. The man from the pub sat next to her, looking as awful as she felt.

“What happened?” She looked up at the now bright and sunny sky.

“You asked me to marry you and I said yes.” He said.

The princess shook off her hangover and looked at the man, confused. “We were drinking,”

He nodded. “We were both drunk. I don’t regret what I said, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to black mail you into going through with it.”

“What are you saying?” She asked.

He shrugged. “I’d like to know you better. Have dinner with me?” The princess’s breath caught in her throat. Truth was, she remembered the night before. Truth was, she did like him. Truth was, they were from different worlds.

The princess laughed, hiding her smile behind her hand just as her mother did at the countless parties she hosted. “Me? Go on a date with a commoner? A bar tender no less? You must have hit your head while drunk. I can’t believe, even intoxicated, I would propose to someone like you.”

“I understand.” He said as she stood and turned away. Walking back to her inn she consoled her worried maid and bade her pack quickly for departure so as to leave the town in haste.

She felt as foolish as a person could feel. She had come this far and now she was just going to run away? Perhaps love, the love she’d so desperately been searching for all this time, had offered itself to her and she’d been too heartless to take it up on the offer. How would it look, a princess running into the arms of a bar owner? She tried to convince herself it would be shameful.

That’s it. Now she understood why everyone insisted she never try. To find a decent man she could stand was all someone like her could hope for. The princess looked out the window of her carriage as it drove out of town into the countryside, the feelings of emptiness and loneliness coming to her stronger than ever. The face of the bar owner mocked the corners of her mind. It was too unbearable.

With little care to momentum the princesses threw open the carriage door without warning, taking a tumbling leap out onto the grass. Shouts from her company fell into the distance as she ran the way she’d fled desperately from. Back up the road, back to the town, back to the bar. Bursting through the door of the small, dear little tavern she found him behind the counter polishing glasses. He looked up, curious, as the princess stormed up to him. “Sir,” she said, standing at the counter looking very decided. “I accept your invitation for dinner.”

“Great,” he said in return, a small smile of amusement playing at his lips. “Where would you like to go?” After little deliberation the couple revisited their first meeting; the same time, the same table, but with slightly less alcohol so as to avoid misunderstanding.

The bar owner and princes began seeing each other on a regular basis and a few months later became engaged. They married in the bar they first met at and together moved to the princess’s home country where they ruled happily together for many years, rearing five children in the process. The princess never felt her heart ache of loneliness again, and though the couple still drank never again did they near the level of intoxication which had first brought them together.


The Lonely Princess pt 1

Once upon a time there was a princess who felt terribly lonely. Though she was surrounded by family and friends every day a dull pain would constantly distract her, growing into a stabbing of the heart late at night when alone. She cooped many years with her feelings of loneliness but after some time grew tired of baring it. Approaching her father and mother she asked for her solace to end; quite simply, to be married. Her parents were surprised, previously unaware of their daughter’s feelings. Approving of her wish they sent notice as far and wide as they could, telling all the princes of the news. The princess would travel from kingdom to kingdom until she found a prince she would be happy with. Excited her plight could finally come to an end she packed for the trip eagerly and was on her way within a week.

The first kingdom she visited was close by, less than a day’s ride from her home. There lived a prince she was familiar with. They were childhood friends in fact. The princess didn’t see the prince romantically but decided to feel out every plausible option just in case. The courting went as she expected. The two had a pleasant lunch and walked through the gardens the span of the afternoon. Though the prince did give it a good go the princess felt nothing more than friendly affection for the young man. She left early next morning to continue her search.

Months passed with little success. At one time she thought she’d fallen in love with one particularly handsome prince but soon found out they had very different opinions on tax reform. The maids told her she was far too picky—she would be wise to pick a prince of decent looks who she could stand to spend a few hours with everyday to settle on. It was the only way to ensure a secure future. The princess knew it was what was expected, but no matter how badly the pain came to her at night she could not bring herself to settle. Still she traveled, and still she found nothing. Every prince was too boring, too childish, too tall, too short, too skinny, too wide, too dumb, too smart, or just plain old too different for the princess to truly like. The pain at night in her heart grew steadily worse until she thought for sure she would die for how hard sleep came to her.

Many months passed. Unable to sleep and in a foreign land far from home she decided to walk about the small town her caravan had stopped in for the night to find a place open and serving food. She found a small tavern on a pleasant enough side street well lit and moderately populated. She sat at a table and moped about her situation with a drink. The chair across her became occupied as a smiling young man sat down. “Hello,” he started. “I saw you sitting alone and thought you might like some company. My name’s Paul.” The princess remained silent, eyeing the man.

“I suppose you’re a prince?” The princess took his hand in a delicate sort of way.

The man looked curious and shook his head. “Afraid not. I own this tavern.”

“Oh.” The princess opened her eyes wide.

“So what brings you here?”

“Ah,” she begins. “It’s a bit embarrassing actually.”

“Embarrassing isn’t necessarily bad.” He said.

“You’ll think I’m childish.” She insisted.

“Maybe. But I won’t stop talking to you because of it.”

The princess thought a moment before caving. “Alright. I’m traveling from place to place to find a husband.

“A husband?” The man raised his eyebrows.

“A man I love more like.” The princess confessed. “You see, I’ve never been in love and I’m terribly lonely because of it. I want to be married so I won’t be lonely anymore.”

“You’re right, it is childish.” The man laughed. “Let me buy you a drink.” An hour later the two were intoxicated, significantly enough to have an open discussion on romance. “I mean,” the man slurred is words. “You can’t just marry a guy because your lonely. It makes you look desperate.”

“But I am desperate.” The princess whined. “You don’t know what it’s like to lay in bed every night cold and alone.”

“Course I do,” the man corrected. “That’s what I do every night.”

“Do you?” The princess asked. “Well, you should get married too!” She exclaimed.

“I don’t know. I can’t seem to find a girl I can get along with. When you marry someone you have to spend a lot of time together, right?”

“Right.” The princess nodded her head in an exaggerated manner.

“But every girl I meet never has the time! They want to marry right away and won’t bother with a guy like me who wants to take the time of day to know: will I still like you ten years from now?”

“You know what?” The princess slurred, sitting tilted in her chair. She tried pointing to the man across from her but found there were three instead of one. “We should get married.”

“We should?” The man asked, eyes half closed.

“Yes.” The princess insisted. “We have an understanding.”

“That we do.”

“We enjoy each other’s company.”


“We’re not getting any younger.”


“So why not?”

“Why not is the question. Let us be married!” The man poured two new drinks for celebration.

“A toast to us.” The princess raised her glass.

“Here here!” They drained their drinks and spent the rest of the night planning their extravagant wedding; to take place in the tavern they first met at of course. Too bad for the happy couple words promised while drunk are often not promised at all.

Paper Bag pt. 2

I called out a greeting and a conversation much like the one I just held repeated itself. “Where am I? How did I end up here? This is so embarrassing, but do you know where I am?”

“I do not.” One fly, I assumed the husband, replied meanly. “I know myself and all things concerning that. Why would I know anything about you?”

“Curiosity?” I suggested.

“Hmm, I don’t recall ever having that.” His scowl deepened. “Who did you say you were again?”

“I didn’t.”

“Well, who are you?”

“I don’t know.” I confessed. “I can’t seem to remember.”

“Don’t you know who you are?” The wife spoke up.

“Rightly it seems I don’t.”

“Well you won’t figure that out standing here. Get a move on. Getta’ going. Go on!” She shooed my away furiously.

Hurrying along dejectedly I wandered for what seemed quite a long time before coming to another home. This one held no persons on its porch nor even a single rocking chair. “Excuse me?” I stood just shy of the steps, leaning this way and stretching that way to see into the dark open doorway. Finally I heard the click clacking of a cane against hardwood. A stooped figure of a grandmother maggot appeared out of the dim light, slowly making her way outside.

This is the person, I thought to myself, suddenly filled with feelings of awe. This is the person who will dispense wisdom and tell me what I need to know. I began what had become my usual introduction as she stood patiently listening. “Please,” I looked up at her with big eyes. “I need to know who I am and where to go.”

“Why?” She asked, seemingly confused. “Why do you need to know these things?”

“It’s the only way to move forward.” I reasoned.

“Move forward to where?”

Exasperated I threw up my hands. “I don’t know!”

The old woman chuckled and invited me to sit on her steps, next to her as she slowly bent her boy to rest on them. “You’re so worried about your problems. You seems to have so many. But you’re wrong. You only have one problem. You’re so greedy! You don’t need to know anything. Not where you come from, not where you go, not even who you are. You don’t need to know any of these.”

“But how will I get by?” I asked.

“By simply getting by,” she said. “Life is not so complicated. Follow your heart from moment to moment and you will find it leads you in all the right directions, not all of which are thought of or planned for.”

“But what if you don’t know what your heart wants?”

“That’s perfectly alright. The most important thing is you are trying, and because of that you are already on your way. Even if it is slow going, enjoy this time; when you reach your destination, for everyone eventually does in one way or another, there will be nothing left for you save boredom and fond memories.”

“But,” I still hesitated. “I still don’t see how I can be on my way if I don’t know my destination.”

“Eh, you make it so complicated!” The maggot scolded, suddenly pushing me away. “No one sees the end, where they are going. But that’s no reason to stay put. Aren’t you curious, even just a little?”

“I’m more scared than anything.” I confessed.

“Fear and curiosity are curiously similar.” She patted my back. “Go on. You know you’re going to eventually.”

Taking the old woman’s words as baggage I thanked her and stood, looking all around me. I saw the bright, blinding light which led to the mouth of the bag, closer now than ever. Because it was so bright, if I walked towards it, there was no way I could see where I headed until I was there. Without another thought I put one foot in front of the other, moving towards the unknown.

Paper Bag pt. 1

Once upon a time there was a paper bag. Regarding size and color it was much like every other paper bag on the block, and was therefore rather plain and wholly undeserving of a story to take place anywhere near it. That being said let us get on to our story, which takes place quite conveniently within said bag.

“Oh my,” I said, looking around in the dim filtered light. “How did I end up here?” I faced the bottom of a paper bag, which lay on its side, completely without rhyme or reason to my life. Turning around I saw the sides of the bag formed walls and a ceiling, encasing me. A pin prick of light in the distance, the opening of the bag, lent itself enough to illuminate the small world. Once the initial shock and intimidation (looking and feeling an awful lot like fright) I noticed to my left, a little ways down, a small shack sitting prettily against one of the walls. I found my feet taking me there.

There wasn’t much of a lawn, but I stood on it while on the porch two rocking chairs held a little old spider couple, the man smoking on a pipe while the mistress passed the time on two crochet needles.

“Hello,” I called out, weakly waving a hand.

The elder man sat forward and readjusted his spectacles, his many black eyes shining through with a dullness which only comes with age. “Well what do we have here?”He nudged his other half who only then looked up. “You’re awful big; how did you fit in here?”

The wife scolded him, hitting his stomach and upside his head with her arms. “Don’t be rude,” she whispered. Turning to me she smiled. “What’s your name?”

“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “Don’t you know?”

“You’re quite impressive,” the man claimed, oblivious of the conversation’s direction.

“I’m afraid I don’t recognize you,” the wife said a bit sadly, as grandmothers usually do. “But I’m sure you know your name, you’ve probably just misplaced it.”

“You flatter me.” I blushed. “But how do I find my way out of here? If I could find my way out, maybe who I am is waiting outside?”

“You go looking, that’s how!” The husband exclaimed, slamming his many fists down on his armchair in a slow sort of way.

“What direction do you suggest I go looking?”

“The opposite of which you came is usually a good bet.” Said the wife, resuming her crocheting. “You should talk to our neighbors, the Flys. They get around so much more than we do.”

The old man folded his many arms and scoffed. “Just because they have wings,” he jerked his thumbs to his left, motioning down the wall into the distance.

Thanking the old pair I continued on along until I came to another small cabin, identical to the first save there were two little flies sitting outside the door in rocking chairs as opposed to two little spiders.

Made Some Changes, I Wanna Discuss Them

Recently I worked out some much needed updates to the blog to make it a bit more operational. I added some handy-dandy links on the side, switched up the color scheme, and changed the name of the blog. Yay! I may do a bit more here and there. We shall see… In the mean time, is there anything you think should be done or changed? I’m open to suggestions!

Side Mirror Girl

This is a story. Well obviously this is a story, but it’s a story about a boy who loved a girl. Yeah, it’s one of those stories. I’m the boy. Alissa is the girl. I’ve known her since middle school. We’re in our twenties now. I’ve had a crush on her since the beginning of course.

“Hey kid,” her voice sparks over the phone. “Come out with me tonight. I’ll buy you a drink.” I agree without hesitation. I would do anything for Alissa.

I’m going to get kind of mushy here. Really, I would do anything for this girl. I see her flirt with and date other guys while I seemingly and perpetually am stuck in the friend-zone. At first it was really frustrating and I tried to get over her. I’ve tried crushing on a few other girls and even went out on a date once. But it’s no use. No matter how far apart we are I feel like she’s always with me, in that warm and fuzzy sort of way.

She’s waiting outside the bar for me, plain t-shirt and jeans. Just the way I like her. She greets me with a hug and we walk into the bar. Sitting at a table I already know what is coming. Recently she’d been seeing this guy with a nice car. A really nice car. I love Alissa, but sometimes she can be really stupid.

Two drinks in and I hear the whole story, beginning to end. Of course they got into an argument, of course something was thrown, of course they broke up. Hadn’t I warned her about guys like that? She glares at me from across the table and hits me on the shoulder. I laugh and tell her she’s better off without him, that some other guy who’s perfect for her will walk into her life before she knows it and give her everything she’s ever wanted.

A few hours pass and we’re both drunk. We walk outside and sit on the curb for fresh air, conversation reduced to little catches of daily life here and there. She leans over and rests her head on my shoulder. “I’m glad you came out with me tonight,” she says with a contented sigh. I glance down at her and feel my heart skip a beat. What would she do if I confess, right here and now? If I told her how I feel and for how long I’ve wanted her but been too scared to say so. What would she do?

“Come on, let’s get you home.” I say, lifting her up by the arms, slinging one over my shoulder as we walk down the street. I remain silent, as does she. There is no reason to confess. She already knows my feelings. But that’s ok. Even if someday we grow apart and go our separate ways. Just being here and now with her, isn’t that enough?

*NOTE: Based on the song “Side Mirror Girl” by Louie feat. Sanchez