Writing Prompt

Left my shoe in the ballroom

But I came back to get it

Forgot about the curse

And there goes my purse

My cover is blown

And my chance on the thrown

This moment that was charised

Is now just embarrassed

I left my shoe in the ballroom

And wish I had gone back home...

what would happen if cinderella had not lost her shoe?

she might have found love, maybe someone new

but if not the prince, then who?

when we stumble in life

-and maybe lose a shoe

someone comes along when your mid-fall through

see, everything happens for a reason.

maybe it was fate.

for her to find a mate

someone who deserved her, unlike the others

and not to forget her step mother.

love is someth...

Cinderella never lost her shoe. She ended up without a dance with a prince do she spent washing and cleaning the floor with her wicked ugly step sisters .

I day a handsome young prince passef by the window and was captivated by her beauty.

He ordered soldiers to enter the house and escort cindrella to him. There she met her prince where love blossomed. The wicked ugly sisters were sent to a dung...

The grandfather clock stuck midnight as the sound echoed throughout the park. Not many people were even out tonight to hear the clock, though some people were.

Cinderella with a beauty that only lasts to midnight, came stumbling and rushing her way out of the park at the sound of the chimes. She ran and ran not even glancing behind her.

She ran to the stairs then down them. And she kept running...

She ran down the stairs as the clock struck midnight, the bells ringing in the distance. The prince’s voice called after her, but she had her focus set. Cinderella had to get away. It was fun, true, being someone else for a night. But wearing those expensive pearls and her too-heavy gown was not her reality. Having all those eyes set on her, in awe or in hatred, was not quite what she had wanted.

...

Cinderelly, Cinderelly

Night and day it's Cinderelly

Make the fire, fix the breakfast

Wash the dishes, do the mopping

And the sweeping and the dusting

They always keep her hopping

Then announced in spring

By order of the King

A ball for maidens of the land

The prince must find a wife

After a mended dress and Fairy Godmother's touch

Cinderella's ready for the best night of life

But this particul...

Ella was locked in the attic. Again. She was starting to realize how not many people got locked in dusty rooms and forced to serve their step families. Many actually had functional relationships and had friends.

Gus and the other mice scurried towards her from the cobwebbed corners, and she giggled through her sobs. Madeline had laughed when Ella told her about the chubby mouse who was alway...

“We are the Chosen. We are the buds of spring. We are the first shoots. We are the green branches. We are the Chosen.”

The nubile women of Sanctuary repeated the ancient lines as they marched from the town square to the Auggie river. With flushed cheeks some shouted the ancient incantation. A few of the youngest, the girls in their first moon, whispered the words behind embarrassed fingers. Most ...

They said it was the perfect herl, it would never fall off

No matter how hard you tried, no matter, how soft

Because this glass heel was designed to always last

To never break, to remain steadfast, and indefinite past

So Cinderella would never meet her true love

A heavenly angel, sent from above

Who would bear himself if the slipper should fall off

But it never will, no matter how hard you try, no...

She only had until 12

In a poofy

Big

Blue

Dress

From fairy godmother

She went to that ball

In her pumpkin carriage

The prince was there

And danced with her

He’d never seen her

Known her

Or heard of her

Her dream had come true

To go to the ball

And meet the prince

The clock struck

It was midnight

She ran from the ball

With no explanation

The prince was confused

Why had she ran?

The next m...