Showing posts with label storybook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label storybook. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Story: The Lonely Goblin

Biography: based on the story of “The Goblin of Adachigahara” in  Japanese Fairy Tales compiled by Yei Theodora Ozaki

When I was a young girl, I lived a fairly typical life. In the morning when I would wake up, I would kiss my father on the cheek as he left for work before helping my mama around the house and with the care of my little sister, who was an infant. In the afternoons I would meet up with my friends and we would play games in a field near our house. “Be back before sunset!” Mama would always call after me as I would scurry out the door. Whenever I got back from my adventures, my father would be back from his day’s work, and Mama would be finishing up supper for the family to eat. It was a simple life, but it was predictable. One evening, while out playing, I forgot to watch the sun. Before I knew it, it was dark. This evening is one I will never forget, for this is the evening everything changed…
“Well hello dear.”
The voice behind me made me jump in the air. As my friends scampered off into the distance, I slowly turned around to see an elderly woman standing behind me. I stared up at her, unsure what to say.
“Oh, don’t be scared child! I am just out on my night stroll and was wondering if you would like to join me and show me the way,” the old lady said, her body slightly trembling.
Mama had always said not to talk to strangers, but this lady seemed innocent to me.
“I’m just lonely,” she said. So I went.
That evening when I got home, I told my parents over supper of my evening adventures. Mama went pale when I told her of my new friend, and how she just wanted companionship. “She was really smart, Mama. You would have liked her!”
“Aki!” my father yelled my name while pounding his fist against the table. Our spoons rattled around on the wooden surface. “How many times must your mother tell you not to talk to strangers? She could be dangerous! Never go with her again do you hear me? Never again!”
I leaned back in my chair, ashamed that I had disobeyed. “Of course, Papa. I will never again.”

Lonely goblin
The next evening, as the sun began to set, I told my friends I mustn't be late getting home, and began to walk. As I began trekking down the path towards my home, I heard a familiar voice. “Hello darling girl.”
It was the old woman.
I began to walk faster.
“I’m just out for my evening stroll. I had such a nice time last night, would you care to join me again?” she asked.
I took a deep breath before replying, not wanting to hurt her feelings. “My parents said that I am not allowed to walk with you anymore. I am sorry.”
As I turned to walk away, something happened to the woman that I have never seen before. Her eyes grew, her skin sprung warts and turned green. She began to shrink. “All I wanted was for you to. Be. My. Friend,” she said through clinched teeth, though I can hardly say she was still a she at that point.
This is how I died.
I was the first.


All she wanted
Was a friend.

Author’s Biography: Hannah Stephens is a senior at the University of Oklahoma. She is taking mythology and folklore as an elective this semester. The inspiration behind this story is an old, Japanese fairy tale called “The Goblin of Adachigahara” from Yei Theodora Ozaki’s Japanese Fairy Tales. In “The Goblin of Adachigahara”, a flesh hungry Goblin would disguise itself as an old lady to lure prey in and then eat them. I decided that the Goblin did this not to eat, but because it was lonely. This why I decided to make Aki, a little girl, to want to be her friend. When she betrayed the goblin by not being her friend and by listening to her parents, the goblin reacted instinctively.

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

The Not so Fairy Frog



If it is a fairy, where are its wings? 

SCENE: the kitchen: a table surrounded by three chairs is upstage left, there is a stove with a pot on it downstage right. Hanina and Ella stand center, Hanina is holding a basket

ELLA (confused)
But… I’m just a little confused, Hanina. Where did you say it (pause) came from?

HANINA
(not looking up from the basket) The market place! An old man sold him to me.

*Ella looks to the audience, unsteady expression on her face*

ELLA
And you… you paid for it?

HANINA
Yes, a thousand gold pieces.

ELLA
A THOUSAN…

HANINA (cuts her off)
Ella, enough. Back to cooking. I am famished and I’m sure (motions to basket) he is too

Ella walks downstage right and pretends to cook while Hanina goes on about the frog

HANINA
You were not there, I am telling Ella, this frog is going to bring us amazing virtues.

ELLA (turns to look at her husband, stirring)
And how is the amphibian supposed to do that?

HANINA
(clearly upset) you will just have to see won’t you! You were not there; you have no idea what you are talking about. This man was old, clearly wise beyond either of our years. He said that this is not an ordinary frog, it has special gifts and will bring us…

ELLA
…Amazing virtues?

HANINA
Yes!

ELLA
You already said that.

Hanina slams self down into one of the kitchen chairs. Ella comes over with the pot and two bowls stacked on top of one another. She spoons some of what is in the pot into one of the bowls and sets it down in front of Hanina. She then spoons some into the other bowl and puts it in front of one of the seats. Hanina moves it to the other seat. Confused, Ella moves around to the other chair and tries to sit. As she pulls the chair out, Hanina sets the basket containing the frog in the chair.

HANINA
Well don’t be silly, Ella. You’re allowed to eat with us!

Ella glares at him, and then walks across the room to get another bowl before coming back to sit down. As she is doing this, Hanina starts talking.

HANINA
I wonder what amazing things he was speaking of when he said that.

ELLA
He? Scoots closer to the table

HANINA
The old man of course!

ELLA
Oh, yes, of course.

Silence

HANINA
I one time read this story about a fairy frog who brought a man and his wife all of these herbs that could cure diseases and things as a thank you for their graciousness. Maybe ours…

While Hanina talks, Ella is looking into the basket, back up at her husband, and then back down at the basket. She looks concerned.

ELLA
Excuse me…

HANINA
Do not interrupt me! Anyway…

ELLA
Closes her eyes as if about to say something terrible The frog is dead, Hanina

Silence

HANINA
Excuse me what?

ELLA
The man sold you a dead frog

Ella holds the basket up and Hanina peers in.

HANINA
Oh. Looks up at his wife. Well...that's disturbing. Get rid of it, would you?

Scene.

AUTHORS NOTE: This story was inspired by the old Jewish fairy tale "The Fairy Frog" which was written in the early 1900s

BIBLIOGRAPHY: The Fairy Frog by Gertrude Landa, 1919 






Thursday, August 25, 2016

Storybook Favorites

The storybooks were absolutely fascinating to me for me to browse through; it was interesting to see the origins of which many derived. My absolutely favorite stories were the ones about mermaids because of my obsession with them when I was younger. Today, I am going to be focusing on:


The Little Mermaid (not the Disney version, obviously)
I had heard this version of the story before, but, of course, I was young and found the entire thing disturbing. This time, I actually enjoyed the gruesome version. One thing I found interesting is that the image they had used to portray Ariel looked extremely similar to the Disney interpretation, which I would have initially assumed would have been avoided.  

The Ghost Chasers
I liked these because the stories written by "Tom" were not at all what I had expected... they were not the terrifying nightmare stories that ghosts are always included in. The coloring and images provided made for an amazing ambiance on the page, which really sucked me, the reader, into what was being said. 

Cupid on Trial
Though this page was not very well designed (it was white, very bland, etc) I enjoyed the stories and the fact it was written in a play/stage format rather than a story one. It made for conversations to flow in my head better than they would have otherwise.