My fairyland experince and how i love it
By: Saga
I started playing fairyland back when it was free from fairyland.my , when it came p2p i never had any money and my brother would never ever let me use his paypal to pay for it, but i needed fairyland I LOVE fairyland! I wanted fairyland!, so then it began..... I decided to make a deal, i had to become his slave for weeks upon weeks thats how bad i wanted fairyland!, so I did chores around the house... I washed his car, I did the dishes I cooked his food, I even... ... MADE HIS BED! its tuff, but It was for a good cause of fairyland... when I finally got to the day that i dreamed of mostly he approached me and said, 'good Job, now lets get you, your game time'. Those words alone almost made me cry and i loved it alot! I ran up the stairs and got on the site and put in my account info, it loaded up and then it said error try again tommorw for maintence. yes... I did cry.... I felt like all the energy just got sucked out of my body.. so I decided to just sleep for tommorw.. and i did and the next day I baught my poitns that lasted 3 months of game time and i played every single minute of it like it was my last!. But now to this day as Fairyland is so awsome, its free to play. but just incase and for token's I have my paypal account ready to spend it on how i need! And so forth this is the story of my sad few weeks of trying to play the game i love best!
Spoiled Brat
By: RagDoll
On a cool spring morning in North New Apple, Jackie gazed out her window with sleepy eyes. With great exaggeration, she let out the first morning yawn while reaching high to her cotton candy pink ceiling. As her eyes came slowly into focus, she noticed a dark dot outside her window.
"What have we here?" she asked to no one in particular. "Has someone planned a surprise party for me?" she grinned. "It is not my birthday," she said to her dolly Eliza who was crumbled up in a basket. "It's far too early for Christmas..."she trailed off.
Jackie is a very spoiled little girl. Mom and Father work hard at the North New Apple Veterinarian Clinic and keep Jackie very, very happy. She is quite used to having large parties, expensive gifts and pretty much everything a young girl could dream up. However, even with all of her expensive toys, Jackie is still quite lonely. Having everything you ever wanted is great, but all Jackie really needed was a good friend.
"Eliza!" she shrieked to her fabulously dressed and very expensive doll as she grabbed her out of her basket, "Let's go take a peek at my surprise!"
With an extra skip in her step, Jackie and Eliza ran down the steps nearly running over the gardener, out the door and into the damp grass. The yard was perfectly green, perfectly trimmed and expertly landscaped. The trees where shaped exactly the same, which make them look very fake. The little girl and her only friend disappeared into the trees as morning made its exit.
"Where is it? It has to be around here somewhere," Jackie winned. Looking around in the trees, under the bushes. "Where is it?" she yelled. Just as Jackie agreed with Eliza about turning back because Eliza was scared and cold; she saw it! The little girl ran to her newly found treasure. Then it happened!
CRASH! THUD! "OWWWWWWW!" she cried. The little girl tripped over a tree limb and flew into the brush.
Jackie's eyes opened slowly and the light poured in. She sat up and rubbed her elbow and knee, which she bruised during her fall.
"I'm going to have that gardener fired!" she cried. "He should have cleaned this up before my surprise party!" she yelped again. Jackie started to cry.
"Oh why don't you just shut up your crying!" said a girl's voice. "You cry like a baby," she taunted.
"Huh?" Jackie said as she looked around slightly embarrassed.
"You heard me, it's just a small cut and bruise, nothing that won't heal with a little surgery," giggled the girl.
"Who's there? What do you want?" Jackie replied to the girl's voice as she took to her feet.
"You don't even know your dear friend and dolly? It's me Eliza!" said the girl sitting right in front of her.
"Eliza? but you’re a doll" questioned Jackie.
"Yes, I was a doll but now I am very real and I have feelings just like you."Jackie looked puzzled.
"You have mistreated me and you were unkind to me. You need to be nicer to everyone and me too! You act like a spoiled brat!"
"I beg your pardon! I am not a spoiled brat. I have lots of friends. More then you will ever have Eliza," said Jackie sharply.
"Yes, this is why Brandy didn't invite you to her party last summer, and you cried for 2 days over it. Or why Jeanie didn't want you to come to her tea party next week. You aren't a very nice little girl, Jackie. You are a spoiled brat!"
"Like I wanted to go to those stupid parties anyway..."she trailed off looking a bit sad. Eliza was right and Jackie knew it. No one liked her because she was mean, she was a spoiled brat.
"Eliza, I'm really sorry I was so rotten to you. Can you forgive me? I will take care of you, brush you hair and take really good care of all of your dresses. Please Eliza?" pleaded Jackie.
Eliza looked at Jackie's eyes, which were now turning red and swelling with tears. This time not from the throbbing pain in her elbow and knee but from the humiliation of the truth.
"Jackie, where are you?" yelling a familiar voice. "Sweet Pumpkin where are you?" yelled the voice again. The light flooded in to her sleepy eyes for the second time today. She saw her teary eyed Mother's face coming closer to her own.
"Mother? Father? Why are you crying?" she asked her parents.
"OH Sweetie!" cried her mother as looked over her dirty and slightly bruised daughter. The lights faded again...
On a cool spring morning, a little girl lay resting in bed.
"Hi sweetie, how do you feel?" asked a lady with a soft face.
"I'm OK, little bit sore." said Jackie as she sat up in bed. "Where's Eliza?" she said with a little more pace.
"Eliza was dirty, we found her in the bushes. Nanna is going to wash her for you today. You took quite a fall dear. The doctor said that you must have been unconscious for an hour before we found you."
"Oh," she said. "Well that's nice, but maybe, Mother" she paused. "Maybe it’s time I pack up some of my dolls, what do you think?"
"Well dear, you will be 10 in the winter, you are growing up. It is your choice," she reassured her daughter.
Jackie smiled and laid her head back down in her fluffy pink pillow. "Mom, do you think Jeanie would let me come to her party, if I promise to be real nice? Do you think you can call her mom?" She asked.
"Sure sweetie, Ill call" she smiled back.
A story of two sisters.
By: FlawedBeauty
Two sisters sit side by side. Holding hands and tossing stones. Singing songs and playing games.
I pick you and you, pick me. They are each others favorite and each others favorite company.
The oldest stands tall with long blond locks, & when she smiles the sun appears. She leads the way and away they go, into the unknown world up ahead. As for the younger of the pair, she is small with hair dark as night. When she smiles there is a spark. Her eyes grow wide, as she encompasses all she is shown.
Together they traveled the world as one.
So many adventures the two have shared. Adventures that drew them closer together. They are kindred and connected. A connection shared and understood only by such sisters.
The older calls out, "Follow me"~
Through ups and downs. Through joy and sadness. Hand and hand they walked. Never to be parted and never too far away. Then the ides of time washed upon them and aging soon gave way. The two sisters then walked two separate paths making their way into adulthood.
Gone were the days of their youth.
Marriage and children, soon followed. With that came great responsibilities, jobs, and household chores. The sisters found themselves drifting further and further away. Close enough yet still out of reach.
Sadness filled their hearts as time passed. Try as they may, nothing made it any easier to be apart.
Once more the older calls out, "Follow me"~
The phone call came about 4 years ago. Excited and somewhat bossy, the older sister told the younger of a game. A game, in which, they could spend their free time together. Talking long hours and playing, like they had done as children.
There are a great many wonderful memories that have been made over these years, through this version or that, whether Elf, Human, or Dwarf. Whether mining away on Pupett hill or cooking in the bakery of Greenville, the two sisters were never again so far away where they could not reach one another.
The younger replies, "I followed, I followed!"
Inspiration
By : Carole Chan
'What do you want to be when you grow up?'
Without doubt, you had came across this question many times in your childhood, whether this cliché phrase was asked by someone you know, or it had lurked in the deepest of your mind as you daydream through Math class. I was no different.
Like many people, I could not decide. But unlike many people, I had neither interests nor talents. I was never a sociable person in life, so it was only natural that I had never heard of this question until my teenage years, because no one ever asked me.
Then, I came across Fairyland, which gave me a new point of view.
In here, I met friends whom I could trust and share my thoughts with, friends who could make me laugh as hard as I can, friends who would spend time playing with me everyday. This was something I wouldn't mind playing for the rest of my life, that's for certain.
One day, while my friend and I were training on Coconut Island, she told me this with a tone of enthusiasm in our conversation, 'Omg! We should make our own game when we are older. You will write the story, and I will draw the characters!'
Upon reading this, I could only smile. A future with friends, creating something we would like to play as a team. It is like being in a party in Fairyland, exploring and fighting together in a group.
'Yes, of course! We'll make the best game in history!'
These heart-warming feelings of playing together are wonderful, don't you think so? Playing Fairyland made me realize that games allow you to connect with the loyal friends whom you may never be fated to meet in real life alone. What can be a better way to understand your friends than having fun with them?
Four years later, on the day of my high school graduation, a classmate of mine asked a popular question of the year, 'What program are you going into for university?'
It was just a different variation of the same question I always had in my mind when I was younger. But this time, I knew the answer in my heart. I held a proud smile, and replied:
'Game Development and Entrepreneurship.'
It's a poem about the starting of a journey waking up in a new land.
By: o.O
Laying in my bed as I close my eyes,
Drips to a world where dream are made.
I’m just a commoner in this strange new land,
With many hardships that are a wait.
Giant’s creatures roam all around,
As I run aimlessly through a maze.
In search of a hope that spark the strength,
To brought out the hero within me.
Stepping out as I see the first new light,
Carrying within my right hand is the strength I obtained.
This is a start of a new journey.
This is my new life, where I’ll be the hero of the land.
Feelings
By : Benjamin
This is a letter of my feelings about my ex girlfriend. We have been together for nearly 2 years so around 1 year and 11 month and some days. I often try to explain how I feel in letters. This is the first time in English and I hope you understand it.
I often wrote such letter but I never were brave enough to give it to her. I dont want to repress my feelings.
It hard to know what you think and its hard to know that you are just some meters away from me. Every night I see you in my dreams. Every night I see you laying right beside me. Every night I see you going to the toilet and come back and lay down right beside me and but you head on my shoulder. Every morning the same thing. I wake up and you are not there. For like 4-5month now I wake up without you and every day I have the same feeling that something is missing. Every evening I have the same feeling to know that I go to bed with the feeling that you are in my near, but you are not there and don't lay right beside me. Everyday I see you in the movement of other people. There is always something that reminds me on you. Always something that give me the feeling you are here. A cup of coffee, and it remind me on the time where we drunk together and laughed about the hot coffee. A joke of a friend and it reminds me on the jokes we had made with each other.
In every nice girl I see the silhouette of you and hope this silhouette comes to me and greats me and hug me and give me a nice kiss. How you ever did it when we have been together. Its just hard to see how you are and how you feel. The worst is to know that you got kidded of an other boy.
You said you don't know what will be in like 1 week and even don't know what will be in 6 month. You often said I am the boy to get childes and so on. And you even said it when we quited and just said you want to get more experience and that you dont know what will be later on. Why do you do such thing to me? So you just let me wait and feel sick write lonely letters and think about it.
I still love you.
