Morbid Faerie Tales, Please

I'm trying to make a book in a game, but I haven't got the brainpower/time to make the stories that are supposed to go in the book. The book is called "The Tales of Cooru the Fool". It's about a wandering fool named Cooru who encounters stars in many different challenging scenarios during his travels. At the end of most of the stories, Cooru dies or some other horrible fate befalls him.

Could anyone come up with some stories, please?

This story will take me exactly five minutes to write.

Cooru the Fool Learns to Slow Dance

In the magical times of the world, when one knew naught the origin of the stars, the planets, or even those strange, mishappen bones that are dug up from the ground, there was Cooru the Fool. Being the Fool, Cooru often enjoy spouting nonsense, like the fact that stars were nothing more than little Suns that were small because the Sun was quite greedy and ate all of their hydrogen.

One day Cooru the Fool was sitting in a field staring at the stars, wondering how exactly he could get the hydrogen back to the stars when, quite suddenly, a glowing light surrounded him. Being the fool that he was, Cooru didn't move out of the way as a sane person might. No, instead he waited as he was slowly wafted into the air and into a strange building made of metal shaped like a frisbee.

It was here that he met with people even stranger-looking than he was. Their bodies were thin and white, and their eyes were black ovals. Though he didn't speak their language, Cooru found himself able to understand what they were saying:

"Are you Cooru the Fool?" they asked.

Cooru nodded. "Yes, what can I do for you?"

"Cooru, we have traveled far and wide through the worlds in search of many things. But, I lament that we have not learned everything that there is to know in the wide Universe of ours. We have come here seeking your help."

Cooru nodded. "This is serious. But what can I do? I am, after all, but a fool."

"Even a fool can help us in our time of need, Cooru!" The lead creature held out its strange, thin hand and took Cooru's. It led the unknowning man into the middle of a gloriously wide room where a ball was suspended, seemingly in midair. Glittering light reflected off its surface.

Then, suddenly, music came on from a place that Cooru couldn't see, but he knew what to do. Slowly he took the creature through a spendid dance, the foxtrot, which was the only dance he knew how to perform, but he did so not entirely unclumbsily. When the music died, all of the creatures applauded and Cooru felt very pleased with himself.

"Thank you Cooru," said the creature, and its unusual face was all smiles. "You do indeed have the knowledge we require. We must gain it."

"Of course," said Cooru. "How are we to do that?"

In response, the creature grinned and held up a strange object. It was something phallus-shaped, and its use was unknown to the fool.

"We have ways."

And the moral of the story- don't talk to strangers!

Shotty, why do you haunt me so?

The story of the Little Wood-Girl.
By me.


Long ago, in the forest of Yarn, a lone little girl was collecting wood for her parents. Along the way, she met an old, robed man. He held out knife an said he would kill her. She screamed and ran, dropping her wood. She ran back to the house, and saw that her parents were missing. She walked out and saw a one-eyed bandit clutching an axe. Under his foot was her father's head, and in his and her mother's heart. She screamed ran, dropping her wood behind her as she went. Sadly, the man followed her into a cave and promptly killed her. Her screams echoed in the night, and, suddenly, the old man ran into the cave, as the bandit was doing horrible things to the poor dead girl. With a throw of his knife, he took out the bandit's one good eye, and kealt by the girl's corpse. He said to himself, If only she'd known that I was a policeman trying to catch the bandit. He sighed, walked away, and left her mutilated corpse to the ravens.


Moral? Don't judge a book by its cover.


Also, have you seen This?

It's exactly what you're looking for, I think.


Also, here's another.

A little boy was walking through town and saw an old house. He went inside and saw an old woman eating what looked like a steak."What is that?" He asked. "Human flesh." She said as she ate it, an licked the dripping blood off of her lip. "I've never eaten human flesh before." Said the little boy. "Please, have some. I have some cooking in the oven." The little boy looked into the empty oven, and the old woman, who was a witch, shut the door behind him, causing him to have a very slow, and very, very painful death.



Also, the young adult book the Last Apprentice: Revenge of the Witch is basically a long and macabre fairy tale.

Originally Posted by Valhelm

The story of the Little Wood-Girl.
By me.


Long ago, in the forest of Yarn, a lone little girl was collecting wood for her parents. Along the way, she met an old, robed man. He held out knife an said he would kill her. She screamed and ran, dropping her wood. She ran back to the house, and saw that her parents were missing. She walked out and saw a one-eyed bandit clutching an axe. Under his foot was her father's head, and in his and her mother's heart. She screamed ran, dropping her wood behind her as she went. Sadly, the man followed her into a cave and promptly killed her. Her screams echoed in the night, and, suddenly, the old man ran into the cave, as the bandit was doing horrible things to the poor dead girl. With a throw of his knife, he took out the bandit's one good eye, and kealt by the girl's corpse. He said to himself, If only she'd known that I was a policeman trying to catch the bandit. He sighed, walked away, and left her mutilated corpse to the ravens.


Moral? Don't judge a book by its cover.


Also, have you seen This?

It's exactly what you're looking for, I think.


Also, here's another.

A little boy was walking through town and saw an old house. He went inside and saw an old woman eating what looked like a steak."What is that?" He asked. "Human flesh." She said as she ate it, an licked the dripping blood off of her lip. "I've never eaten human flesh before." Said the little boy. "Please, have some. I have some cooking in the oven." The little boy looked into the empty oven, and the old woman, who was a witch, shut the door behind him, causing him to have a very slow, and very, very painful death.



Also, the young adult book the Last Apprentice: Revenge of the Witch is basically a long and macabre fairy tale.

Contradictory? She dropped her would twice?

Morbid fiery tails? You mean they have a sorta sad ending right? *raises eyebrow* Ermmmm oh yah I gots a good one, I came up with it for part of my Naruto story but u can enjoy the original version! ^_^

The Story of the Ocean, Moon, Dragon, the Sun and the Snake. By me

Once, many years ago, the spirits of the Ocean and other such things walked among us in human form. They lived human lives, and interacted with humans peacefully. Most of them found peace, harmony, and even love with humans. There was one spirit in particular however, who despised the humans dreadfully so.
This story is about the Ocean, and her love for the mighty dragon, who's heart was torn from her and shreaded by the snake.

The ocean was deeply in love with the handsome and mighty dragon, every day she would plead his interests in her. And every day the dragon either turned her offer of love down, or just ignored her. Though he too had slight interest in the beautiful woman, his relatives would not have it.
On a particularly depressing day, the vile snake came up with an even more twisted plan. See the snake had no truely godly power of his own, so if he wished to truly be a spirit, he needed to either earn it or...it was rather obvious.

The cunning snake came to the ocean in the form of a human sage, concerned with her woes. He explained to her that the dragon would only respect one with a godly symbol, like the moon, mountains or the stars. "The ocean is nothing but a large pond to the dragon..." He explained acting his part quite well. "But the moon, she has no spirit of her own, perhaps you could help. It is said that you are vengeful, but also caring..." The snake went on to further bring the girl into his grasp.

She was unaware the man was the crooked snake, and bought into his bartering. She forged a pact with the moon through the snake, however it wasn't what she'd hoped. The ocean soon found that she was forever bound to the sea she guarded so closely, the moon had an iron grip on her body. But things were not as bad as this, no, the snake wanted more.

Though the dragon was mighty, he was also dense and foolish, a nieve man with no interest in his duties guarding the sands of the desert. He discovered that his fawning friend had gone missing and came to the Shaman in peace. Under the control of the snake, he explained to the dragon that an evil spirit had bound her to the moon. "The spirit wishes that both the sun and the moon are connected to mighty spirits like yourselves. He promises that he'll release the ocean from the moon if you bind your own to the sun. An awesome symbol of power and might among our people..." He explained calmly, still not faulting on his words.

Try as she may, the oceans words of warning fell silent to the dragon's ears, the snake had stolen her beautiful voice to make a human voice of his own. The dragon did as the supposed shaman had said.

"Fools...do you now realize how foolhardy it is trusting these humans! Die accursed thief, this power does not belong to you.." The snake shouted bitterly, forming behind the unconcious man and murdering him without a care.

Though the dragon was satisfied, the ocean was not, she knew the vile snake's plan all along. But her heart refused to listen to her instincts. In blind rage, she forged a mighty wave at least ten houses high in an attempt to drown the snake. Unfortunately and to her regret, the moon sucked away her waves power as it approached the shore. And the dragon's firey breaths only made the sun burn brighter than usual. The snake had got his way, for now, and two perfectly wonderful hearts were broken into two. Forever regretting their mistakes in dealing with the snake.

To this day, it is said in some lands that is why we have tides, and the ocean sometimes strikes our lands with such mighty force. It's the doing of the heartbroken ocean, trying to warn us of the snake's deeds. That is also believed to be why the sun burns so bitterly among the many deserts. It is the dragon's rage, trying to burn the snake and shouting regret for his foolish mistakes. On top of being hateful to the humans who live there, despising himself as well for neglecting his duties. The cool in the desert at night is said to represent the ocean, trying to calm her lost love with comforting words which he shall never again hear.

Hehe, very interesting no? I literally made this up in like ten minutes lol.

EDIT: And guys, I think he meant like a book not about the hero or whatever right?
Moral: = Do not let your lust control you.

Originally Posted by Power Shot

Cooru the Fool Learns To Slow Dance

That was beautiful.

The Highway Robbers
There was once a man named Cooru. He was a member of a wandering group of warriors, and one day they happened to be travelling along a disused road. All at once, they were ambushed by highwaymen, who rushed towards Cooru. The warriors were skilled however, and slew the bandits. Cooru was confused.
"Why did they all rush towards me? Captain Emri was closer to them" he said.
"Because," said the Captain, "I drew my sword as soon as I saw them, while you kept yours sheathed until the last second like the dull-witted fool you are. They saw you as an easy target"
"I see" said Cooru vacantly.

As the day drew to a close, they arrived at an inn. They knocked on the door, and asked for rooms. The innkeeper informed them of the price: 5 gold pieces each, which was more than a little high.
"You're trying to rob us blind, sir" said Cooru.
"There are no other inns for miles" said the Captain, shrugging her shoulders with resignation. "5 gold pieces will be fine"
The innkeeper seemed about to admit them, but at the last moment seemed to think better of it and told them they were full up, shutting the door in Emri's face.
"What in blazes...?" she said.
"Perhaps he's attempting to make us pay more ," said Cooru, "he must see us as easy targets"
Captain Emri, however, saw a different reason.
"Damn it, Cooru," she said, "PUT YOUR SWORD AWAY!"

The Moral of the Story: A fool has no sense of occasion.

Alternative Moral: Some forms of highway robbery are not punishable by death.

The Proper Apology
Once there was a man named Glaudrig. He and his family lived in a remote area. He raised sheep and grew oats and apples, and his house was on the large side, so he had some spare rooms for when travellers passed by. All in all, he did well for himself, for he had a good mind for business. Glaudrig also had a certain sense of propriety, and was exceedingly careful in all that he did.

One evening, there was a knock at the door. When he answered, there was a small group of what were certainly warriors outside, asking for rooms. He informed them of the price, and his heart nearly stopped when one of them drew his sword in response. He quickly told them that he just remembered that he had no room anyway, and locked the door. After a few moments he heard the group's leader shouting something, and again there came a knock at the door, with the leader saying that she wished to apologise. Looking out his window he saw the group standing outside, with their leader apologising and requesting a second chance. He also saw the one that had drawn the sword, looking at him with his beady eyes, and when the man put his hand on the hilt of his sword, Glaudrig felt an immediate chill. He said no, and shut the wooden shutters over his windows.

Almost immediately he heard a commotion outside. Fearing the worst, he opened his window a crack to see what was happening. Once again, the group were standing outside, apologising. Except for the beady-eyed one, who was bleeding to death on the ground with several swords run through him.
"I suppose I can let you in," Glaudrig said, "You seem like reasonable people"

The Moral of the Story: To be rid of a fool is a good riddance.

Alternative Moral: Sometimes, simply saying sorry suffices not.

Sleeping Beauty and Little Red Rididn' Hood had the heroines gettin' raped. Is that morbid for ya?

I think a story about Cooru meeting a kid who likes to torture bugs (maybe a giant's child) would be a creative "twist" (ooooh man that'd hurt) on things.

:0D

Originally Posted by Irony

Contradictory? She dropped her would twice?

She's holding like,six or seven logs. She dropped them piece by piece.


Another one, inspired by the idea of someone on this thread:


There once was a little boy named Cooru who loved setting inects on fire, after he'd torn their limbs off. He did it every day, and loved it. One day, while he was walking through the woods, a huge hand reached out and ripped off his arms and legs, then set him on fire. He lay there in extreme pain for twelve hours until another, much large giant came up out of the horizion.

"Yddum!" It yelled. "Stop torturing the little people."

Thelager giant slapped Yiddum, the young giant, and Cooru lay in pain for another thirty hours in extreme, extreme pain until he burned to death.

Meanwhile, the average peasant died at age 35.