I call this bit of creative writing, set in a fantasy land where my depression is almost entertaining, Melancholutopia.
Chapter 1 Once upon a time, there lived a princess who believed as soon as she met her true love, married him, and had many royal kidlets, she’d live happily ever after. Belle’s library and an upgraded magic porridge pot that dispensed chocolate would be welcome perks, but not necessary for her fulfillment.
After many years of searching, she found her true love unexpectedly, whilst shopping for a new throne. No, not that kind of throne – the kind that goes into the royal throne room. I mean, an office type room… wait, no… not the office you go in to do that other kind of business… oh, never mind, let’s just say it was a chair. So, the princess was chair shopping, and met a prince of a man named Charmin. I meant, Charming! I was auto-corrected, I swear!
At any rate, they soon fell in love and were married. Everything was perfect for the first few years – sure, the princess had her quirks, like her fear of answering the royal telephone, or of attending royal functions larger than two people (assuming, of course, those two were her and Char), or of picking up something at the marketplace and being mistaken for a shoplifter. And they couldn’t seem to find a place to settle, though that might have had something to do with the book she read called, “Goldilocks Guide to Great Garret Rentals”
But Char’s love for her made her feel she could conquer the world, so they accepted an offer from Char’s mother to move into the small, rundown castle on the edge of the estate. Once they finished renovating it, they decided it was time to add to the royal family.
To be continued…
i detect some real life truth
I have absolutely, positively, no idea what you could possibly mean, mother dear. *wicked grin*