Prologue Once upon a time, like how most fairy tales start out, there were two grand kingdoms that was unknown to each other because they were far, far apart. They both decided to throw a party for their newborn child. One was a handsome little boy and one a beautiful small girl. The kingdoms handed out many invitations to family and friends to attend that the kingdoms found out about each other. The kings and queens were angry because the parties were on the same day. The two kingdoms fought and decided to just host one party. King Do wanted his party to be at his palace. “My palace is bigger than yours and we have all the essential party supplies” his majesty stated proudly. The other king being offended decided to gather all of his advisors to see what he should say. “Respects to you, but we have a larger banquet hall and out food is made from the finest chefs in the world.” King Do looked at King Kuo and decided that fighting wouldn’t really solve anything. He proposed that King Kuo bring all that he can to his palace and the helpers can just do whatever they can to prepare this banquet. “Why at your palace, why not mine?”, King Kuo asked flustered. “Well, if you really want to bring out the rulers and measure which place is bigger…My daughter was born first anyways.” “BY ONLY THREE MONTHS” “Nope, doesnt matter” King Do snapped and left the room. “If he had hair he would flip it in your face. Just be grateful he didn’t”, Queen Do said in an apologetic embarrassed tone. After three whole years of planning they decided to hold the banquet on the 12th of January. As the light blue balloons danced to the pounding sound of music, guest chattered among themselves and the chefs bringing out the delicate snacks onto the tabl... ... middle of paper ... ...place. She stopped jumping and let me fix it. “I wonder if I can cut this and make a mustache.”, I asked her showing her which strand of hair I was talking about. She grabbed it back quickly away from me defensively. “Dont even think about it.”, she warned me with a cute evil glare. “It’s our turn nextttt. Show them your wrist thingy majiggy.” I showed the checker it and we sat in the front row of this ride. It’s like a feris wheel, but goes faster and holds rows of people. When the checker came he tightened the seats, then started walking back to start the ride. I think within those few seconds Lily got scared and grabbed my hand. Her hands are always warm even though its January. I was thinking about how much I was actually happy when Im with her. Do I like her? I dont think I can like someone on the first day of meeting, but then again I met her when I was three.
The decoration of the feast was masterly designed, the roads covered with layers of carpets were carefully put alongside with many other prestigious items, and the entire layout is for the purpose of demonstrating the fame and richness of the family of Prince de Condé to the king and fellow noblemen. The show of power was a basic routine for noble families to extend their
Thomas stared down at his stomach. It roared as loud as a lion, after three days of unsuccessful hunting. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the smell of eggs and bacon drifting up to his nostrils from the kitchen, or the thought of the mouthwatering caramel apples and hot apple dumplings that would be sold at the festival. Regardless, he was hungry, and knew that he would be the first one at the kitchen table when h...
King Gabriel simultaneously blows him back into his chair with the flicker of two fingers. “Sit down,” he commands, lowering his hand. “How do we expect our people to be civil with one another when we can’t?”
... I had never even seen most of the food displayed, I eagerly and respectfully tried each dish. After everyone in the room sat down at the massive table, the Rabbi picked up a glass of wine and made a prayer over it. Then, Rabbi Kanelsky passed around pieces of Challah bread to the entire table. This lunch festival was yet another ceremony dedicated to one of the member’s deceased relative. At the conclusion, the Rabbi said another prayer out loud for the deceased and the relative expressed his gratitude to everyone.
When you are at a wedding, you must be prepared to eat a feast fit for a king! The special dinner was planned carefully, full of exotic dishes and attractive a...
“I have other business to do now.” Charles explains. “I’ll see you later.” The King goes across the hall to check on the Queen. But before he had gone in the room, a feeling of impending doom strikes him. He looks out the window apprehensively. Nothing seems to be wrong. He goes back to his own business. Suddenly, he hears screams from outside the castle. “The kingdom is being attacked!” he exclaims. He runs down the stairs as fast as he can. “Julian, while I lead the army, I need you to keep guard on the room in which the queen is right now.” He commands. “We cannot lose the heir to the throne!” King Ch...
“Why? I have everything to celebrate. I have the best crew, job, and ship I the world….. Isn’t that right Amigo?” He gestured to his second in command, who had just walked in the pub.
IThe Great Hall was packed. Tables were laden with food. People chattered excitedly, sharing drink and stories. Servants were rushing about, refilling jewelled goblets and catering to the whims of the noble lords and ladies.
Welcome, everyone. I believe, that as father of the bride, it is my dubious privilege to make the first speech, so, here's one I prepared earlier.
The author Antoine de Saint-Exupery was a Frenchman of noble origin. As a man full of adventure, he became a pioneer who utilized a plane to send mails to high mountains and deserts. He said that he had always been ready and willing to die. During the Second World War, he worked as a reconnaissance pilot for his country. And in 1944, he disappeared when performing a flying task and became one of the most mysterious legends in the French literary history.
The ballroom at the Yacht Club was decorated with deep red roses and black ribbons, the perfect combination of colors for a winter wedding. Long, tall windows covered the walls to let all the guests experience the view of the nearby ocean. Each round table was decorated with a long black underskirt cloth, a shorter bright white tablecloth, with each placemat arranged around a beautiful vase full of red roses. The wooden dance floor, full of chairs for the ceremony, took up half of the room, while the other half was occupied with 15 round tables and one rectangular Head Table. As the guests walked up the stairs to our ballroom, they would see a guest book that was decorated with pictures and captions and ready for their signatures.
In the eyes of a child, there is joy, there is laughter. But as time ages us, as soon as we flowered and became grown-ups the child inside us all fades that we forget that once, we were a child.
The Little Prince was one of the first books that got me interested in reading. I got it as a present from my mother when I was nine together with Jonathan Livingston Seagull. Since then, I have gotten it as gift four times and read it at least ten times. After each reading, I seem to come away with different insights from the book depending on what stage of my life I was in or what my situation was. It strikes me that this book, first published in 1943, holds timeless truths on many different levels. It tells the truth of love, the truth of perspective, and the truth of childhood innocence, to name just a few.
In ANCIENT TIMES . . . must ACTIVIETY AND FAN FAIR was done in the CARINATION of kings, and they were given GREAT HONOR AND LOYALTY by the people