I wrote this not long ago and put it on the blog, but I very quickly took it down because I was convinced it was awful. I also felt a little pretentious putting my writing on a blog where I haven’t before. I have since convinced myself that I should probably put it up here again. I usually write funny fairytales (I may put a few up in future) and this is my first serious one, so I’m a bit nervous about how it’s turned out. I wrote it because I read Oscar Wilde’s “The Happy Prince and Other Tales” (again) – I love how his fairytales are often so sad but really give you an idea of some of the beauty of humanity. Mine is obviously not as good. Anyway, here it is; I hope you enjoy it:
Once upon a time, in a Kingdom far away, there lived a king who never left his castle. He had come to the conclusion long ago that the world was a terrible place, full of hatred and suffering and that he never wished to lay eyes upon it again. And so, though he ruled kindly and fairly, he stayed locked in the dark halls of his home that had long since stopped shining, where no one ever saw him and he saw no one. Continue reading