The Origin of Flynn RiderEugene sat on his rickety old bed, as his fiancée, Princess Rapunzel, searched through his old things.The Origin of Flynn Rider4 years ago in Short Stories
"This is really where you grew up?" she asked him.
"Yep, this is the place. St. Claire's Home For Children," he replied, looking around his former home. He gave a sad sigh, remembering how lonely he'd been ever since his parents died.
Rapunzel found an old leather-bound book, engraved with the words The Adventures of Flynnagan Rider: 101 Short Stories. She held it up. "Eugene?"
"Isn't this the book you used to read to the younger kids? The one that basically created Flynn Rider?"
"Oh, hey, yeah! It is!" he laughed, taking it from her.
"Read to me?" she asked sweetly.
He laughed, and opened up the book. "Okay. The Adventures of Flynnagan Rider "
Eugene Fitzherbert, age 8, flipped through his favorite book: The Adventures of Flynnagan Rider. It was the one thing in his room that survived the fire. He sighed wistfully at the illustrations of the handsome young man,
Locks of GuiltYou say you know best, dear Mother.Locks of Guilt5 years ago in Free Verse
But why call him a thief?
Because he's taken the bejeweled encrusted mystery that puts your youth at stake?
Or is it because you truly care for me, much more than this blond entangled gift that keeps on giving?
I call him not a thief, but a friend.
I call him not a thief, but a companion that has helped me see the light.
I call him not a thief, but an entity--a dream, meant for me.
A thief you call him?
The only thing he is guilty of is stealing my heart.