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Submitted by Museful Heart
Write a story about what would have happened if Cinderella had not lost her shoe.
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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 something unexpected especially when you are disconnected but when fate has its way everything will turn out okay so even if she didn't lose a shoe maybe she wouldn't find someone new, she would find the prince because they were meant to meant ever since the story began he was always going to be her man.
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 dungeon.
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 as the magic of her dress started to fade and reviel her poor looking clothing. Pretty soon, she came across her house which was very hard to spot in the cloak of darkness.
She started to slow down as she approached the house. Catching her breath as she slowly and quietly opened the door and went inside. The house was quiet, and Cinderella only hoped it would stay that way till tomorrow.
âAnd though Prince Charming will forget about meâ She thinks âIâll never forget himâ
She ran down the stairs as the clock struck midnight, the bells ringing in the distance. The princeâs 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.
Her carriage was at the foot of the stairs, the doors open and her footman, Gus, beckoning her to enter. She did not look back. The door closed behind her and a few seconds later, the carriage was in motion. The horses trodded as fast as they could, racing against the clock.
With the house in view, the carriage began to shimmer and transform. Cinderella, who had been sitting on plush velvet seats, was thrown off onto the asphalt ground. She watched as the carriage shrunk, turning into nothing but a pumpkin. Nearby, the elegant, white horses also changed forms. Their long legs bent into themselves, huge bodies and long tails becoming smaller and smaller, until they were barely a tenth of their previous size. They squeaked and cried, running in circles and bumping into each other. Gus, who had looked so regal earlier, was now reduced to a mouse as well, biting its fingers and cleaning off its tail.
Cinderella, herself, was not immune to the changes. Her beautiful blue gown and her jewelry had transformed into her familiar rags â a simple thin dress with a stained apron. She stood up and dusted herself off.
âWell, that was quite a night, wasnât it?â Cinderella said.
It was Cinderellaâs sixth night of being locked in the attic. A few months have passed since the ball and here she was, on another streak of being locked up. Sometimes, her stepmother would let her out to clean or cook. But most days and nights, she was left to herself with nothing to do but reminisce on her single night of freedom. Her stomach grumbled as she looked out of her window. A single mouse scurried around her room picking up her crumbs, her only source of entertainment in her lovely bedroom.
âOh, Cinderella,â a familiar voice said behind her, âwhat have they done to you now?â
Cinderella shifted. Fairy Godmother rushed to her, enveloping her thin body in her arms.
âYouâre here. Please. Do it again.â Cinderella asked.
Fairy Godmother cupped Cinderellaâs gaunt face. Fairy Godmother sobbed as she said, âYou know I cannot.â
Cinderella slapped Fairy Godmotherâs hands away and moved to the farther end of the room, her back turned. âBut Fairy Godmother⊠this is your fault. You should have known this is what they would do to me,â her voice barely a whisper.
âI⊠I only hoped to ââ
âStop.â Cinderella said as she faced Fairy Godmother. âI have been waiting and waiting. What took you so long?â
Fairy Godmother watched as Cinderella moved slowly towards her. She took a couple of steps back, but not quite enough as Cinderella was now standing an inch away from her. Something in Cinderella had changed since sheâd last saw her. Her eyes were dark and empty now, Fairy Godmother realized.
âNo matter. Youâre here now. So please,â Cinderella said, as her lips slowly curved upwards. âPlease do your magic to me.â
âCinderellaâŠâ Fairy Godmother whispered.
âJust a little transformation! Canât you do that Fairy Godmother?â
Fairy Godmother shook her head, âIâm sorry. I have to go.â
Cinderella frowned at her. Sheâd imagined this encounter differently. During her solitary nights, sheâd imagined Fairy Godmother arriving and happily waving her wand to help her out of the nightmare she was living in. Sheâd ask Fairy Godmother to do it all again, make something shiny out of her rags and those pesky little mice. Except, well, her little friends had been reduced to just one. She couldnât quite catch that one â Gus, maybe â but the rest have been useful.
âItâs alright. Iâve been preparing if things went differently. You canât leave now, Iâm afraid, my Fairy Godmother.â
The room felt sinister and heavy. Fairy Godmother consciously tried to disappear and magic herself out and away from Cinderella, but a force was keeping her tied right where they were.
Cinderella took out a pouch from her apronâs pocket. It was old and dirty. She took out a bunch of small, cream-white colored objects from within, and showed it to Fairy Godmother from the palm of her thin hand. âYou see, Iâve been busy praying, reaching out to anyone,â She laughed. ââoffering my friends. Theyâve really helped a lot! Someoneâs answered, too.â
Fairy Godmother trembled. She couldnât speak, couldnât move. Her skin was shiny with sweat, and her breathing was raspy. She stared horrifyingly as Cinderella dropped the small bones on the ground one by one. Slowly, Fairy Godmotherâs wand began to lose its glow. Cinderella took it from her and Fairy Godmother groaned as it turned into a deep, black shade.
Cinderella pointed the newly transformed wand at Fairy Godmother and said, âBippity⊠boppity⊠boop.â
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 particular version of the tale Alters one slight yet crucial detail For at the stroke of midnight when the bells rang out Carriages turned to pumpkins and horses to mice Cinderella's mad dash was complete with both shoes But what happens when we roll that dice?
Maybe after her magical night Cinderella found her wings and flew to the light The light being the prince, the honoree of the ball Under the moon glow she made her great escape From the under Lady Tremaine's wretched grip Upon her arrival, just like at the ball, the Prince spun her into a dip
On the other hand, of course The status quo could have been the winning force The Tremaine's continue to inflict their misery While the Prince mourns the one who got away Many years pass, the Prince's life will go on But he spares thought for his mystery princess and hopes she's okay
So I suppose we can never really know If Cinderella's fate really would have changed or how so Was she destined to be stuck as a servant forever? Was her royal, happy ending still in the cards? Questions that will always remained unanswered Cause her shoes slipped off as she raced past the guards
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 always searching for cheese. Ella could still picture her bright red hair and even brighter smile. Madeline had been the only other girl there alone without her family, who had stayed home to watch her baby brothers. Madeline had also been the one to introduce her to Dane. Ella had been too dazzled by the soaring marble pillars and mountains of cake to notice the Crown Prince walk towards her, so Madeline had yanked her towards him and left her to meet the most charming boy ever. But he wasnât just charming. Dane had complimented her dress and didnât laugh when she said that she had designed (even though her Fairy Godmother had actually made it). He listened as she spoke of her dream to design dresses for girls everywhere, and even nodded along as she mentioned her experimental idea for a machine to do basic stitches. He said that was a brilliant idea, and that he wish he had a mind for mechanics like that. When she asked about his passions, he had burst out laughing, saying that he had never had time to explore anything other than his family business. He never said anything beyond that, so Ella had let it go. The two had danced and walked and conversed for the rest of the ball. For a few hours Ella had just been Ella. Not âCinderellaâ or âServant Girlâ or âA Nuisanceâ. She had been free. Then that stupid clock had struck midnight, and she fled the ball without even saying goodbye to either of her new friends. Ella groaned. Now look at her: locked in an attic after the night of her life. âIâm sure this is the one,â a voice muttered from outside the window. Ella peered out and gasped. Dane was standing at the front porch with the royal guards at his side. âYou said that about the last five,â Madeline complained, popping out of the carriage on the street. âAnd this time itâs true!â Dane exclaimed, âWeâll keep looking until we find a lead. Thereâs no way Ella would just run away without saying goodbye if something wasnât wrong.â Ella started banging on the window. They had actually come for her! Dane rang the doorbell, and Stepmother stepped out, âWhat do you want- Oh! Prince Dane, what a pleasure. How can I serve you?â âYes, have you seen a girl named Ella? Sheâs about this tall, shimmery-golden hair and sparkling blue eyes?â Stepmother seemed to gulp, âCanât say I have seen a girl like that, but I do know an Ella! Sheâs my youngest, let me go get her.â Ella laughed. She was actually gonna get to see her friends again! But, no footsteps came up the stairs. No key turned the lock. Stepmother walked back outside holding Anastasiaâs hand. âThis is my dearest daughter, Ella. She is both fair and polite!â Stepmother declared with a smirk, glancing at the attic window. Madeline scoffed, âThere is no way thatâs Ella. Sheâs would never wear a dress that atrocious.â âWhat would you know, you⊠uh⊠you peasant!â Anastasia screeched, smoothing out her plum and chartreuse skirt. All four of them started to argue, while the guards just stood, looking bewildered. Ella glanced up at the tree, only a few feet away from the window. The thick branches seemed to grasp at the house, just like they had since Ella was a little girl. She had spent hours climbing that old oak, back when Dad was alive. Couldnât be too different now, could it? Ella huffed. She was tired of being treated like a servant, like someone unworthy of love. Madeline and Dane (who was apparently a prince?) had proved that wrong. Ella looked down and saw the two glass slippers glimmering in the late afternoon sunlight. She grasped one in each hand, and hurled them at the window before she could talk herself out of it. The window broke in a shower of glass, causing everyone to stop arguing and jump back. With a leap, Ella soared out the window and grabbed the closest branch, hoisting herself up. She scurried down the oak like a squirrel and landed right next to Dane. âWhat⊠H-how?â Dane sputtered, blushing, âThat was really cool.â âElla!â Madeline shrieked, throwing her arms around Ella. Stepmother glowered, âThatâs not Ella! Her name is Cinder and she is still my ward. Therefore, I declare she can not leave until she affords to pay off the broken window and any other damages!â Stepmother grinned, clearly plotting to make it impossible for Ella to ever pay her back. âI will personally pay for any necessary repairs, and Ella is no longer going to stay here,â Dane said, âIf thatâs okay? I know Madeline said you could stay with her for a while,â he whispered in Ellaâs ear. She shivered at the closeness, âI would like that a lot, Prince Dane.â âOh, uh⊠probably should have told you that at the start.â âYou think?â Madeline laughed, shaking her hand and grabbing Ellaâs arm. The three started walking back towards the carriage. âWell, it makes sense. _Prince Charming _fits you, Dane,â Ella giggled as Dane grew beet red. âWait! You canât just leave!â Stepmother screeched, starting forward before getting stopped by the guards. Ella turned to face her, âThis house holds nothing but pain, Stepmother. Just so you know, the mop is in the closet and the stove only starts if you blow on it three times. Oh! And mouse traps are a waste of money. Gus-Gus is too smart for that.â She turned and walked forward, hand in hand with her friends, towards her fairytale freedom.
âWe are the Chosen. We are the buds of spring. We are the first shoots. We are the green branches. We are the Chosen.â
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 like Liliac repeated the saying by rote and hoped the annual ritual would be over quickly.
Once at the river the nubile women of Sanctuary would disrobe and bathe in the sacred waters in preparation for the Green Ball. Unfortunately the rains had washed stumps and debris into the Auggie. Frothy, the cold river beckoned. Shivering she remembered last yearâs ceremony. Her heart began to beat harder as if to break from her rib cage.
The hooting of the boys who hid among the riverside brush met her ears shaking her from her memories. Lilac sighed. The women in the front of the procession were already undressing. The guardians had promised to crack down on rude youths. The church elders said boys will be boys.
Splat! A rancid persimmon smacked the side of Lilacâs head. Slamming her knees on the hard packed earth, she stumbled forward. Old fruit and clods of mud were lobbed from the trees. Squealing, some women began to run. No one would stop to help her. No one could stop to help her. It was not the way. Her sisters hurried around her pretending not to see. Bethany the bakerâs daughter deliberately stepped on her hand. Liliac kissed her sore fingers and promised to put extra pebbles in Bethanyâs familyâs flour bags next time.
Determined not to be among the last women to wash Liliac struggled up. She limped towards the water.
âMiss! Your slipper. â
Liliac whipped around. A shabby youth was half in the path half in the brush holding out Liliacâs shoe. While the young manâs clothes were coarse his smooth fingers revealed he was a rich manâs son. Unmoving Liliac glared at him.
âMiss! The walk is long. The rocks are sharp. You donât want to be spoilt for the Green Ball do you?â
While his eyes roamed her body, he flicked the shoe from side to side. From his accent the young man was clearly highborn. He and his ilk would be the Chosers at tonightâs ball. Something burned inside her. Liliac reached down. With all her might she flung the other shoe.
The young nobleman fell backwards in surprise. Someone gasped. A smile split his features. Liliac wanted to run and run and never stop running. But where? She thought. The ancient cities were deserts. Towns, the few there were, were spread far and wide.
Head thrown back, the nobleman laughed. Liliac ducked her head down and turned to the water. Numb, she undressed. There was nothing but the cold muddy water and the long walk to tonightâs ball. as more laughter from the forest fell on her bare shoulders, Liliac washed her feet. Tonight she had to dance.
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 matter how soft
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 Heâd 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 morning He tried to find her He knew she was Blonde With blue eyes And she she looked Stunning
He and a group They went to every house Just to find her So the prince could marry her
A knock at the door She was locked away He looked at her stepsisters Stepmother hoping Heâd marry one
Yet she had escaped The mice freed her
She and the prince Looked into each otherâs eyes He knew she was the one The beautiful Blonde hair The glowing Blue eyes
She was the one The one he wanted
They had married She was free from Her stepsisters And stepmother
And they lived Happily Ever After
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