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MARINO CURNIS - FAIRY TALES & SHORT STORIES

Here are three little examples of my stories and tales.

Hoping to published them as soon as possible...

THE STOLEN ROSE

This is the story of a stolen rose; and it's dedicated to you. Because sometimes the greatest gift is hidden with some little gifts in the bottom of a miserable drawer. And because sometimes, life, charges a gloomy phantom with stealing the jewel, so that we rediscover its enormous value.

Once upon a time (many moons and many suns are passed by), existed at the north of every land, a vast and amazing valley, kissed by the sun and by every creature. In daytime, caressed by sun and wind, swarmed with all sorts of living being: beautiful deities and graceful elves, hard-working dwarfes and tallest human beings. By night, they sleeping, filled with all that Mother Nature created, or just only thought. Both sun, and moon with stars, could admire from above how, in such a vitality, prevailed uncontested peace, calm and silence.

This valley's name was “Trudreamland”. Was, because now isn't any more.

But let me sing to you its stoy…

When they still understood difference between Good and Evil, the old wise king Snowyhat, so called 'cause of his sliver hair, nearly come to the end of his existence, convened all the inhabitants of Trudreamland in the middle of the valley: “My dears, old to me is the night, and I must dismiss me. Until I reigned, Trudreamland has seen the face of the peace, because good and evil have been among us without their mask. So be it forever! But now that I'm leaving, I fear for you. That's why I decide to give you a warning, to remember you that good is good, while bad was bad. I set amidst you a Perpetual Rose. Black like sky by night are her petals, and blue, like sky in daytime. Never stop to admire and look after her, and your heart always address to her; because among the lot of gifts, she is the most precious, and the Dark Lord of the Glaciers, will long for rose's possession.”

Many lives passed by, after king Snowyhat's death, and his memory died with him. In Trudreamland, people forgot Good and Evil, the Rose, and ancient king's warnings. And the elderly, that still somewhat remembered, forgave everything taking into consideration that never, the Dark lord of the Glaciers bothered for them.

So, Evil and Good put again the mask, and no one in Trudreamland recognized them any more. And no one recognized Trudreamland any more. Exactly, even if nobody remembers how on details, peoples of north tell that the Black Lord of the Glaciers, seeing Snowyhat's Rose carelessly and without protection, decided to steal her, through general indifference. But there's more. I decided to punish the foolish Trudreamland's inhabitants! How he did it, no one can say; but if you meet a man from the icelands north of your beautiful planet, ask him where was located Trudreamland. At once, he will point to a frozen deserted land, indifferent to all and none. These peoples, and the peoples who live on your planet, call it “North Pole”… it, doesn't call; it waits, only, again, for its Rose.

(Author and Translator from Italian: Marino Curnis.© ®. 29/04/1996. - III * 56/60-)

OTHER TALES AND STORIES...

The Love's Parable

Eaterbaby and the Snack

Overworked Robin

Damned Love

Edward Weize

And a God Comes

India's Tales

Initiation (half-seriously,half-joking)

Rakeesh Parable

Wolf and Sun

Professional Poorman

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THE CREATION

And God said: “What a bore perfection, onnipotence, holiness. Eternally, all. It takes something to break this dullness... I could create imperfection, impotence, wickedness. Temporarily, nothing. I could create man and his life.

And God created man, and sure he didn't create man in his own image; he tried it again with woman, but even she was created so good. Then, letting creation gets out of them, he did animals, sun, moon and stars, water; and again he did day and night, trees, mountains and sea. When he ended, he looked around, saw the finished universe and said: “What a bore to be perfect... you cannot do nothing entirely imperfect!".

He curled himself up in his onnipotence, and satisfied looked closely at man: “Him, jes him, I made very well!”

MISTER SPIDER

If you don't keep quiet, I call my friend spider! He's a little bit strange and original. As many spiders he's hairy and black, but has got only four feet... I told you he's strange! He doesn't speak. Well, when ever have you seen a spider speaks? It happens only into tales! But strangeness is not only his four feet or his hairy or his black be: is strange too how he dresses. Because he really gets dressed... On every foot of every little leg, he wears a sock. And each one sock is different at all: one long, one short, one stained and one with a hole. Every one is multicoloured: one with yellow, blue and red stars; one with purple strips and one green checked. On the other again are drawing a sea, mountains and several animals . He's even funny with his pink, orange, blue dummy; and when you look very well at him, under his sunglass, you'll see a squint-eyed (like I'm now), are your mouth will start to smile. But don't laugh at him too much: remember his sharp teeth and his dark hair. Never let it be said that he bites you! Sure. Now that he gets closer, very slowly, very lazy, I wonder how scared you are! But, please, don't run away! Don't let know him that you're scared! Not even now that he climbs your hand and goes to your arm…hush! Don't breathe a word, but keep still and bear up. He will climb your arm and will come on your shoulder , then on your neck's back, and finally on your head between your hairs. But if you don't move and cheer you up, but most of all, if you keep quiet, then, Mister Spider will be your friend... and I call him no more.