I am close to finish my fairytale story by now. Even if I done pretty much nothing about it for weeks (damn you computer games! And work! and other things). So when I am finished I just need some publisher to like it and then I need it to sell. Simple? yeeeaaaah.....
But here I can give you a translated piece of how it starts. (I wrote it in Swedish)
A late summers day
In the outskirts of the country and some distance from the nearest town sat an old village. "The last village" it was called, even if signs welcoming visitors just said "Last". It was so named because it was the last village before the fence. A close to three meter high black fence with metalbars standing so close that hardly a cat could pass between them. Beyond the fence lay the forest. The villagers gave it many names and few of them particularly inviting. Names like "Forest of dangers", "The dark forest" and "The last stop". It was said that none that entered the forest had returned. It was said that the forest had its own will or ill will. If you talked with elders in the village they all had their story to tell. Despite all that few outside the village even knew about the fence. It was not written about it in any books and on maps it was marked as "protected area".