zenny it depends upon what your fairytale is.
I write them as an avocation for children and grown-ups. Here's a bit of one (grown-ups):
"BOTH OF THEM
Nothing so strange had ever happened to Frank, or Janice. They exchanged furtive appraising looks throughout what turned into a very pleasant dinner. Helen watched them with a bemused expression on her face.
Janice chose to ignore it. She had found out Frank liked old music, very old music and more; popular music from the times when most of the antiques she loved had been built.
The evening passed languidly in the currents of Janice and Frank’s sudden confidence. They laughed at each others’ lame jokes. They became engrossed in each others’ tame pastimes. To everyone else at the table, the couple with them exuded a peculiar excitement over the mundane, so they sparred with each other instead with witty remarks and sophisticated conversation, leaving Frank and Janice to their own devices. Neither of them noticed, and perhaps, to anyone else, it was they that spurned their friends. Their waiter, keen to his diners’ needs, began addressing Janice and Frank as a separate party. An old trick, it generally garnered him a larger tip. His diners enjoyed the extra catering, and so everyone benefited. This newly minted pair drank it in. A sensation of being alone among crowds filled them and made them feel a secret intimacy. Then too soon, the evening ended, the table cleared, the coffee and desserts finished. Everyone gathered themselves to go, and when Frank paid his portion of the bill and Janice’s, much to her timid protest, he left, as the waiter so aptly predicted, a large tip.
Night added its own magic to their goodbyes. The others had left. Frank and Janice stood outside the hotel waiting for separate cabs. Each in their own thoughts, they had withdrawn in predictable fashion once the reality of night air and busy streets dissolved the restaurant’s atmosphere from them. Still there lingered a memory of touch, a blending of thought and looks that had created a rapture. They were both very aware of it and struggled with themselves to dare, to be the first to cross an imaginary line and risk rejection. Simple events decided for them. The first taxi pulled up, a gleaming yellow, the driver leaning across to the open window on the passenger side, asking if Janice was Janice. The second cab arrived then, but in a fast rush, rocking as it pulled in behind the first one. Frank pulled Janice to his side in unconscious defense and she turned up her face.
Their lips met and stayed, out of shock or something else that stole in, a sudden desire, that thief of hearts that reaches in through any and all common sense. Abandonment of where they were, the waiting drivers, ruled them as the kiss deepened.
Anyone who knew them well would surmise they had learned all they knew of a kiss from film. But the truth was far deeper. Love began, and something else. The ribbon, unseen by either of them, began to shine. A glossy light spilled from its colours; an aura of hues too beautiful for this world made a soft haze about them as slowly, to the fascination of two cabbies and now several pedestrians, they stood back from each other, still holding hands they were unaware of. Their eyes drank in each other."
-from A Ribbon Of Beauty
-Doug of meninlove