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Name: Belle
Age: 18
Hobbies: Reading, singing and learning new things.

"Is that okay?" Belle asked, flashing her bio at Chip to read over. "It's perfect Belle but why do you need Tinder?" Belle sighed and began swiping. "I want to meet my one true love. I'm sick of meeting 'Gastons', arrogant and rude. We both know what they want. I need to find my Prince."

"And you think Tinder is the way to go?" Chip asked incredulously. Belle scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Chip, there's got to be more to this provincial love life." Suddenly she stopped swiping and her face lit up. "I got a match, I got a match. Oh look at him Chip. He's a Prince and he lives nearby. He likes reading, dancing and a good sesh. Hmm, he's perfect."

Belle and the Prince chatted throughout the night. Eventually, they went out on a date but not everything went as expected. Belle returned home to Chip, furious.

"What's wrong, Belle?" Chip questioned, seeing Belles flustered state of distress. Her face was wet with the tears she has tried to rub off but they had puffed up and made her look even more forlorn. "Oh, Chip, I was fooled. He wasn't who he said he was. He was a beast."

"A beast?" Chip exclaimed in horror. "Yes he was covered in hair and his teeth were in awful shape. He looked nothing like his picture. He kept trying to get me to kiss him, saying if I did he'd turn into a Prince. I'm never going to find my true love. All I'm finding is Beasts in one form or the other."

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Once upon a time in a land...wait no, in St Joseph’s Secondary School Rochfortbridge there was a very VERY short girl by the name of thumbtack.

One day a striking new lad came to the school who was just as short as her. He called himself Cornelius, which Thumbtack thought was a very ridiculous name. Cornelius was stricken by her as she was with him, but so was her classmate Grundel (nicknamed toad). So Grundel hatched a plan to kidnap thumbtack and force her to marry him.

His plan worked, however thumbtack escaped with the help of Jaquimo, a guy who owned a winged parachute. Jaquimo however was not very bright, leaving thumbtack alone while he went out to search for Cornelius to rescue her. (like I mean take the poor girl with you idiot)

So thumbtack was yet again kidnapped by Mr Beetle, who forced her to dance and sing for his friends at a nightclub. She did what she was told but was kicked out when Mr Beetle didn’t like her dance moves.

Jaquimo found her crying outside and flew off again in his winged parachute after telling her that he would find Cornelius, leaving the girl behind yet again (what a hero).

Thumbtack finds her way to Miss Fieldmouse, who encourages her to marry Mr Mole as he’s lonely. Since she has a strange habit of not saying no, she says yes and before she knows it, she’s walking down the isle ready to marry Mr mole, really excited for the cake afterwards when she realizes that she still loves Cornelius and runs off.

Cornelius finally finds her, rescues her and they steal Jaquimos parachute and they live happily ever after, oh wait... no. They go back to school to sit their Leaving Cert.

The End.

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One fine day in a kingdom not so far away there was a young girl who thought she was the bees knees and chickens teeth all rolled into one.Every poor soul who tried to settle with her soon found out that all they would gain or lose that is was the majority of their life savings ,#golddigger

At the very same time in the very same area there was a young man. This young man was a very materialistic type of a fellow and for one hour every week he would make the long trek up the road to the gym to work on his small disco muscles. With very big ego's our couple have a lot in common and it couldn't be long until stars aligned and the two met. How right you are,at the local underage disco while flexing his grit grind-ed guns  he spotted her and made his attempt to get the shift.

With this attempt he failed to achieve his ultimate goal however after being rejected by his first choice of mate the next best option was the young girls best friend who was more than happy to step out of her friends shadow. to the demise of the "beauty" our GYM shark lived happily ever after with beauty's best friend ,(until the next disco that is)
the end

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The air was dense. Very dense. A lot like the brain of the accused, he thought. He took out his new shiny black gloves and prepared himself for the search of his life. Was Goldilocks truly guilty of breaking and entering? I  guess he will find out for sure. The bears made a very convincing statement. Imagine someone breaking into your house only to eat some porridge that was too warm,and sleep in a bed too uncomfortable. Imagine.

Digging, diving, damaging. He searched through and through again. Spilling bowls of honey and oats. Woven blankets up in the air. Everything here, there and everywhere. Was this gold string a piece of her hair, or was it just a piece of wool that mother bear was sowing with last week. Hmmm, jury’s out on that one. What about the three bowls of porridge with a lot, I mean little, taken from each one? Maybe that’s a clue to follow, Mr.Detective. Or not. Whatever you think.

Finally, what he has been waiting for all along. The video surveillance that comes from the camera of the brand new iMac in the study, of Goldilocks doing all such things that was accused of her. Who would’ve guessed? It’s not like the bears found her asleep in their house or anything.

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Once upon a time there was a young spoiled brat called Ella, she was the most beautiful girl in the village. Her mother was a stream stress and her father was a merchant who was utterly rich. Due to the high income from both parents she got everything she desired.

One day in her early childhood, a new family moved into the village, and their daughter was the most beautiful girl you have ever seen but they possessed a sense of egelance in everything they did. She was angered by the presence of the girl as the village boys never looked in her direction anymore. In order to make herself attractive she forced her mother to make her the finest gown anybody has ever seen. Her mother was under serious pressure to complete the dress. Eventually her mother created. Her mother warned her that the dress had an incredibly small waistline and could only be worn for an hour as for she would collaspe from lack of oxygen.

After the mother created the dress, she died of exhaustion. The girl thought nothing of this and used her mothers funeral as an excuse to show the perfect gown. The villagers were amazed by the gown and all the men chased her. She was so stuck up she enjoyed getting the attention. The villagers soon came bored of the gown being constantly worn.

The Royal Ball soon came its way and she wore the most amazing new dress she had fixed up for this occasion. But she had forgot about what her mother said to her about the dress, 'She cant wear it for more than an hour' and she had collapsed from lack of oxygen. As the final echo from the final chime of the clock finshed, she collasped and died, her face purple and her eyes open from not breathing. The prince was horrified and died from sheer terror. As the girl arrived in hell, the devil claimed her soul and forced her into slavery in the fiery pits of hell for eternity.

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Snow ALWAYS got what she wanted. Since the terrible-twos, "daddy's little princess" made very good use of her tears and quickly grew up to become an empathy boasting manipulator. Her beguiling charms worked every time.

Fast forward 17 years and Snow is now a woman grown, heading to college to study philosophy in trinity. No doubt that her father had a thing or two to do with that. So off she went, starbucks in hand to explore the world (at her dad's expense). House party after house party Snow's provocative nature quickly gave her a reputation. but in reality, this reputation was very mild compared to her ambitious mental list of men she plans to pursue. Yes, Snow White, was a slut. And as I have already stated; Snow always gets what she wants.

Several months on, apart from the potential liver failure and 2 failed exams, life is good for Snow... that is until she comes down with a "stomach bug". One day as she was stating her symptoms to one of her solicitous yoga pals, it all made sense. She scurried to the closest pharmacy in sheer panic and then back home. And well lets just say that it was the one test she did pass in college. staring at the positive pregnancy test, she ponders on all of the possible fathers. In slight discombobulation she decides to do the right thing and pick one of the 7 names out of a hat. 2 years later, Snow's secret remains untold but Grumpy Greg is beginning to suspect that perhaps 'his' Asian son, may not be his.

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One sunny afternoon, Goldilocks was taking a stroll through the forest. Her luscious blonde curls were bouncing with every step of her walk, she decided to take a different route today but little did she know that would be the greatest mistake of her life.

While Goldilocks was admiring all the variety of colours that the flowers had to offer, she caught whiff of the most fantastic smell she has ever smelled. Her nose led the way and before she could fully comprehend what was happening she was outside an open window of a cosy looking cottage.

Goldilocks could just about hold herself back from drooling. She gazed at three plates stacked high with crispy bacon. Without any thought, Goldilocks invited herself in and helped herself to the delicious plates of bacon.

As she was scoffing down bacon she sees shadows creep up, blocking the sunlight. Goldilocks timidly looks up at the three bears who just stare at her. She hopes all will be forgiven and forces a weak smile upon her now pale and sweaty face. One bear lets out a low growl, followed by the second bear and the third baby bear stretches out his claws. They all leap towards Goldilocks and she releases a blood curling scream in realisation of what is happening.
Later that evening as the three bears are relaxing in their living room, baby bear gives a muffled cough and what is hacked up is as large ball of blonde hair.

The End

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Once upon a time, there once was a wholesome king and queen. They ruled the most beautiful kingdom in all the land... yada yada yada... assuming that this is how these things are suppose to start, I can assure you this is no ordinary fairytale.

She was no beauty, believe me. Despite what all the bilde-sighted villagers thought. Such an ugly baby, and those good-for-nothing fairies, with their heads to big for their little bodies, sucking up to the King and Queen, laying on the flattery as thick as butter. It makes me quiver, I out to give them what's coming to them, And look at the way they brought her up... pampered and spoilt rotten by the palace folks, no wonder she was more devious then the rest.

That was what got her into trouble, her sneaky, prying ways. I mean, there I was, in my little room high up in the tower, minding my own business, when that nasty, nosy, wretched thing, came creeping in and meddling with MY spindle. Well, she got what she deserved. Her pump sausage finger pricked of the spindle. Face swung flat to the floor. I'm surprised it didn't break that humongous nose of hers. Talk about dramatic though. Poor beastie, she was left on the cold, damp tower floor for almost three minutes... Such a shame she was so beloved, I would've left her there.

A couple of days later, with all the palace staff and the concerned villagers groveling over the helpless girl, I couldn't take it anymore. An' the wheel bends, and her story ends. My poor helpless beatie. Now, my story has gone that way, and I've come this way, and I am living happily ever after .

The End.....