Write a story from the perspective of a fairy-tale character after their ‘happily ever after’.
This doesn’t have to be limited to princesses, but could be other fairy tale protagonists such as Red Riding Hood or the Three Little Pigs.
Caged in gold and crowned a princess
Bare the children!
Chase the mistress!
Wear a crown
And always listen!
All the gala’s and the balls
Drive the princess up the walls!
She goes from from town to town and smiles, till she’s very very tired
Still they holler!
Keep an obedient-Cinderelly!
But hey what can she do?
She’s a princess with no power
And the prince contr...
I jolt awake, shrieking, sweat dripping down my forehead, sheets raveled on the floor after being forced off of the bed. This is the third time this week. I don’t know what is happening to me. I try to slow my breathing and gulp down a glass of water. I view outside my window and see that it is still dusk. Wonderful.
It has been eight years since the “incident”, yet i’m still dreaming, no, re-l...
Clean Up Crew
“And they all lived happily ever after.” Well that was all fine and good for the prince and princess, but not ol Willy. Someone still had to clean up the castle grounds after all.
Now before you think I’m complaining friend, I promise you I’m not. For I’ve seen some amazing sites in my time; I’ve seen princes rescue princesses on a dozen occasions (heck, even a few princesses pulled some prin...
I sit myself at the edge of my bed, my maids washing my legs and feet with soap and water. I gaze at the wardrobe, a thin blanket covering my body, picturing my outfits for today. “Girls what colour would suit me best?”
“His majesty loves red!”
“Green makes you look formal, wear that!”
“How about blue to show wittiness?”
At least some things stay the same.
After a while of scrubbing and prepping...
She stared out the 8 foot window. The sun was just rising and already people were milling about. They went about their day, filing in and out of their shops and homes. Children played in the mud with each other, waving sticks covered in moss and bugs at their mothers.
It was a beautiful day, overall.
“Mildred, please tell my husband that I shall be going to the gardens.”
“Of course, my lady. ...
The Problem with Jack Trott
I was in the spare room of the police precinct, enjoying a loaf of bread with a side of milk when the Shire entered. It felt as though a fortnight had passed, but I’d heard of Shire Reeve’s perilous journey and decided to put my best foot forward.
Reeve pulled the door open and entered. He looked haggard, defeated as if the ride into town had consumed all his energy. His hair was wild, bear...
The Pig-ness Protection Program
“Are you sure this is gonna work?”
“It has to, Babe,” Wilbur reassured. “Or do I have to remind you what happened to our brother?”
Months earlier, the blood feud between the families of the three little pigs and wolf pack reached a dangerous level.
After huffing and puffing, the big, bad wolf successfully destroyed two of the pig’s houses; one made of straw, the other of sticks. When he ca...
The Boy In The Mirror
“Where did it come from?” I say contemptuously, pursing my lips as I glance at the battered old mirror. I’ve never liked antiques, and I don’t want it.
“Your stepmother sent it as a wedding gift,” my husband sighs, rubbing his temples. “I know, honey, just ignore it, I suppose. She said she didn’t want it anyway.”
“How… generous of her,” I return, fighting a smile at my own cleverness. What a jeal...
(This doesn't really meet the prompt but I've been wanting to write something like this for a while so who cares)
Everyone loves a good villain. In fact most people need one. So when you get branded as being out there, macabre and overly dramatic, it follows that you will find yourself filling that role. I neverminded taking on the role; Mistress of All Evil fitted me. And although it's true I'm...