“I’d heard the rumours, but I didn’t expect to see ya here, cane and all.” Dagger sat on his big boss chair and sent his minions away, believing to be strong enough against Mrs Danielle Crow, whose bones cracked as she sat down. Her wrinkled hand fidgeted with the tip of her cane. “I know why ya came. I got more of ya’s late husband’s golden teeth than anyone else.”
Dagger smirked, but Mrs Crow ignored him as she served the tea he had put there to mock her. “Imma be the next boss once I get the rest of the teeth. No mafia will listen to an old hag.” Mrs Crow’s lips turned into an old lady’s smile as she offered a cuppa. Dagger took it and sipped, relaxing into his seat. A second later, the cup shattered to the ground. Mrs Crow hid the poison flask in her cane again. She patted Dagger’s body until she found the little bag of teeth. “Never underestimate old women, you prick.”



Sometimes it wasn’t visible,

Sometimes it made me more fragile.

This fear seemed to be immersed in me,

That deep form. Nobody knows since

When it exists, including me.

Suddenly, an opportunity appears in front of you.

Maybe you are afraid because it’s impossible

Not to be.



The princess had pulled the rose off the ground using her bare hands and now her hand was bleeding. But it wasn’t half as painful as the wound in her heart. That one would bleed forever. Her knight had turned into her worst nightmare, slowly, gradually…until it had become unbearable.

Why had nobody warned her that the prince could beat the princess? Why was that not told of in any tales she’d heard of? Had Charming Prince ever beaten Cinderella? Had Prince Adam, despite his beasty appearance, ever hit Belle?

The princess felt she’d been cheated and led on by everyone around her. But she’d made up her mind. She would ride on her dragon around the world, and she would warn other princesses by telling a tale that needed to be told.



You say you love me, but I’ve noticed that you tend to look at others. And it’s painful to see it and not say it.

“Break this relationship?”

Why break a relationship that never was anything?

It’s difficult. But, I’ll be okay.



“So, Earthers did really exist!?”, questioned the child, watching his uncle pacing around the room, the man still processing what they had heard.

“No, those humans are just a myth, an old tale for kids like you.” He had truly believed that for so many years, yet the goosebumps on his arms were making him start to question his whole life.

“But it comes from that planet, so what kind of transmission was it?”, he asked eagerly, unaware of what he had really heard, for the child had never had the pleasure of music.