Fairy tales.

once upon a time, there lived a girl who discovered that she had a love for apples. it did not matter what type of apples they were, she would still delight in them. to her, they were everything she had wanted and hoped for.

until one day, she bit into an apple and spat out a worm. and from then on, she became afraid. her love for apples was still there, but now, it was tainted with fear: fear of biting into yet another apple and finding another worm residing in the core.

and so she let this fear overwhelm her. for a long time, she refused to allow herself the pleasure of tasting another apple.

until one day, a golden Pomme Gris was dangled before her eyes. it held a promise of everlasting sweetness which only a superbly wonderful apple could deliver. she knew she wanted it, so badly. her desire was so great, she could practically taste it. but suddenly, a shadow of the old fear she harboured crossed her brow and she withdrew back from whence she came from. she dispelled, quelled and shut down all advances by the golden Pomme Gris.

and now, she lives in regret. but hopefully not for long. because she knows that her fear is gone and if ever it were dangled before her again, she would reach out for that golden sphere.