[Issue 44] Contest: time a upon Once

[MoyuFTW 0]

Just for fun :)

 

 

My step sister was being so annoying. So I being the good sister I was, gave her some work to do to make her less annoying (after all, which guy would want someone annoying like her). But guess what, the ungrateful little b**** found an evil fairy god mother that let her become beautiful for a night. Not fair! She even got to get the prince run after her. She also conveniently left a glass slipper behind, which I'm surprised didn't turn into a slip of pumpkin or something. So the prince comes round and tries to find whoever fits the shoe. I try, but it's too small.  The prince is disappointed-ish. I quickly usher him out of the house before my step-sister comes but oh no too late. The annoying, insolent brat is here. And no... it fits. So now my underserving sister gets to have this beautiful prince in a rich castle. And what about me your caring step sister who took all the time to make sure you were well and looked ok enough for this prince. I get nothing. Except now I wake up to watch you two jumping around a castle. And I don't have a servant anymore too. Happily Never After

 

 

Edited December 10, 2015 by MoyuFTW

[Bugs.meeny 1,013]

                                The Pied Piper              

Time upon a once, I was a piper. I traveled from town to town, playing my tunes and making the world more jolly. One day, I came into a filthy town where all of the people were miserable and glum. The reason for their sadness was the infestation of rats. The rats were everywhere, and even in the day you could not look down the street without seeing at least a few rats. When I saw their problem, I went to the mayor of the town and told him, " Good day sir, I have noticed your rat problem and lucky for you, I am a rat catcher!" The mayor was elated that they might finally be rid of those disgusting rats. "We would be very happy to hire your services Mr. . . . ?" he said. "Piper" I said. "Yes Mr. Piper, we would be willing to pay 50,000 units if you exterminate all the rats in the city". I was very surprised at the enormous amount the mayor offered, and when I thought of how easy it would be, I almost laughed.  I went into the street, took my pipe out of my pocket, and began to play a slow, sad tune. Whithin minutes the street was filled with rats, and they were all coming straight to me. I hated rats, but when I remembered the money I would get, I gladly continued. I walked down the street towards the gate, playing my tune while the rats followed me. I went through the gate and climbed into the rowboat there. When I pushed off to the other side, the hoard of rats were so mesmerized that they plopped into the water and sunk. After almost an hour, the great line of rats ended. I passed out in the boat from blowing on my pipe so long. When I awoke, I marched back into the town, through the crowds of joyful people, and met the mayor. "Sir" I began, "I've come for my money". The mayor looked at me innocently and said, "what money?". I started to see that he had been tricked, and became very angry. "Sir, the money you promised to me for cleansing the city of those wretched rats!". The mayor smiled slightly and shrugged, then headed for his house. All the people in the streets were laughing at me and insulting me. "You will pay for this, mayor, mark my words". The mayor ignored me and closed his door. "Fool"  I thought. I brought my pipe out of my pocket again and started playing a more merry tune than before. All of the children in the town started to follow me, and I grinned wickedly. "You should have payed me! Muhahaha" I shouted loudly. The mayor stepped outside when he heard the screams of the parents as they tried to stop their kids. "Wait Piper! I would pay you if we had the money! Please stop this devilry", The mayor called. I didn't  stop playing but smiled. The now angry crowd started to move towards me but stopped when I said, "If I get harmed in any way, I will bring these children to meet the rats". The citizens stopped and I thought "Heh, these people will believe anything" I led the kids to my secret cave, closed my secret door, and turned on my secret light. As my secret door closed, I saw this lame kid trying to get in before it shut. "Oh well, I don't need him, that mayor will be angry enough that I took this lot".  What I didn't see, was that lame kid leading an angry mob to my secret cave. They started beating on the Notsosecret door to my Notsosecret cave.  I had already locked all the children in my secret cage, and the townsfolk weren't getting through my unbreakable door any time soon, so I relaxed. Then I heard the first blast. "Dynamite? really? geez what people wont do for their kids . . . " . While the people worked themselves half to death, I tried to think of a plan. "hmm if  I pretend they are elves and sell them to Santa, I might get like 40,000 units, but if sell them as slaves to other towns, I might only get 20,000".  So I packed the secret cage into my secret subway train, and left for the North pole. I made a fortune and those lying villagers never saw their children again.

                                                                                                  

Edited December 10, 2015 by Bugs.meeny

[MegaTank206 0]

The Minotaur (Greek Myth)
 

I was an innocent child thrown into a dungeon because of my appearance.
What did my father have against bulls anyway?
So they led me to a cave. "It'll be nice and cozy," they said. Turns out it was a maze.

I had nothing to eat but poor, miserable, scrumptious looking tributes.
Then this new guy comes along and cheates. CHEATES!! So obviously, I go to tell him that he can't do that.
But oh no, he has to cut my head off!! So now I'm just laying here...all alone.

 

 

Word count: 92

Edited December 10, 2015 by MegaTank206

[MegaTank206 0]

This may be a dumb question, but when will the winner(s) be announced?

[GreeneScale 13]

The jabberwocky

 

Twas' shinsik, and the brightil threes
Dith mire and trigi in the ress
All happsy were the Ogyseas
and the howe dees pless

Beware the Humans, my child
the swords the slash, the bows that shoot
Beware the doggee crea, and shun
the deceitful Treefroot

He saw his stealthed enemy
long a time the Gressous foe he feared
so he hid by the ShaSha bush
as the enemy-he neared

And, as in faultly thought he stood
the human, with skin of steel
Came thumpling to do no good
and stumbled as he squealed

AAH, EEEEH, AAH, EEEEH and run and flee
the vorpal blade, it fell with a crack
He sees the scare-d human
As he runs flumply back

And houst thou seen the human
be proud, for he feared
thy hideous mack
The happy Jabberwock

Twas' shinsik, and the brightil threes
dith mire and trigi in the ress
all happsy were the ogyseas
and how dees pless

 

This is horrible I know 

WORD COUNT: 158

[GreeneScale 13]

The Minotaur (Greek Myth)

 

 

I was an innocent child thrown into a dungeon because of my appearance.

What did my father have against bulls anyway?

So they led me to a cave. "It'll be nice and cozy," they said. Turns out it was a maze.

I had nothing to eat but poor, miserable, scrumptious looking tributes.

Then this new guy comes along and cheates. CHEATES!! So obviously, I go to tell him that he can't do that.

But oh no, he has to cut my head off!! So now I'm just laying here...all alone.

 

 

 

Word count: 92

I like this one

[nerdypi 0]

The Juniper Tree

Word Count: 248

 

 

I am the villain
Crushed and dead
Buried under the Juniper Tree

T’was the middle of April
When she wished for the most beautiful child
As red as blood itself
She was going to die, after she gave birth to a son

The boy was beautiful
But she died a few days later
And she lays under the Juniper Tree

The husband married me
I also gave birth to a girl named Marlinchen
I hated the son

Once I gave an apple to beautiful Marlinchen
Who ate it delightfully
It was then my great idea came…
Kill the boy

I offered him an apple, who delightfully took it
Once he reached for it, I beheaded him
I sewed it back on

I told Marlinchen to ask him for another apple
But once the boy reached for it, his head fell off

I buried him under the Juniper Tree
And a bird sung the most beautiful song

The bird went away to sing it again to a goldsmith, who gave it a golden chain
It went away again to a miller, who gave it a millstone

The bird went back to sing it at the Juniper Tree
It dropped the chain around my husband

He told us there was a bird outside who gave him the precious item

I raced outside to get one too
But it dropped the millstone on me and killed me

Now I lay under the Juniper Tree
Waiting for another victim to join me

 

[nerdypi 0]

The Juniper Tree

Word Count: 248

 

 

I am the villain

Crushed and dead

Buried under the Juniper Tree

 

T’was the middle of April

When she wished for the most beautiful child

As red as blood itself

She was going to die, after she gave birth to a son

 

The boy was beautiful

But she died a few days later

And she lays under the Juniper Tree

 

The husband married me

I also gave birth to a girl named Marlinchen

I hated the son

 

Once I gave an apple to beautiful Marlinchen

Who ate it delightfully

It was then my great idea came…

Kill the boy

 

I offered him an apple, who delightfully took it

Once he reached for it, I beheaded him

I sewed it back on

 

I told Marlinchen to ask him for another apple

But once the boy reached for it, his head fell off

 

I buried him under the Juniper Tree

And a bird sung the most beautiful song

 

The bird went away to sing it again to a goldsmith, who gave it a golden chain

It went away again to a miller, who gave it a millstone

 

The bird went back to sing it at the Juniper Tree

It dropped the chain around my husband

 

He told us there was a bird outside who gave him the precious item

 

I raced outside to get one too

But it dropped the millstone on me and killed me

 

Now I lay under the Juniper Tree

Waiting for another victim to join me

 

 

Sorry! Re-entry (Had a typo)

Word Count: 248

 

 

I am the villain

Crushed and dead

Buried under the Juniper Tree

 

T’was the middle of April

When she wished for the most beautiful child

As red as blood itself

She was going to die, after she gave birth to a son

 

The boy was beautiful

But he died a few days later

And he lays under the Juniper Tree

 

The husband married me

I also gave birth to a girl named Marlinchen

I hated the son

 

Once I gave an apple to beautiful Marlinchen

Who ate it delightfully

It was then my great idea came…

Kill the boy

 

I offered him an apple, who delightfully took it

Once he reached for it, I beheaded him

I sewed it back on

 

I told Marlinchen to ask him for another apple

But once the boy reached for it, his head fell off

 

I buried him under the Juniper Tree

And a bird sung the most beautiful song

 

The bird went away to sing it again to a goldsmith, who gave it a golden chain

It went away again to a miller, who gave it a millstone

 

The bird went back to sing it at the Juniper Tree

It dropped the chain around my husband

 

He told us there was a bird outside who gave him the precious item

 

I raced outside to get one too

But it dropped the millstone on me and killed me

 

Now I lay under the Juniper Tree

Waiting for another victim to join me

 

 

[nerdypi 0]

Sorry! Re-entry (Had a typo)

Word Count: 248

 

 

I am the villain

Crushed and dead

Buried under the Juniper Tree

 

T’was the middle of April

When she wished for the most beautiful child

As red as blood itself

She was going to die, after she gave birth to a son

 

The boy was beautiful

But he died a few days later

And he lays under the Juniper Tree

 

The husband married me

I also gave birth to a girl named Marlinchen

I hated the son

 

Once I gave an apple to beautiful Marlinchen

Who ate it delightfully

It was then my great idea came…

Kill the boy

 

I offered him an apple, who delightfully took it

Once he reached for it, I beheaded him

I sewed it back on

 

I told Marlinchen to ask him for another apple

But he reached for it, his head fell off

 

I buried him under the Juniper Tree

And a bird sung the most beautiful song

 

The bird went away to sing it again to a goldsmith, who gave it a golden chain

It went away again to a miller, who gave it a millstone

 

The bird went back to sing it at the Juniper Tree

It dropped the chain around my husband

 

He told us there was a bird outside who gave him the precious item

 

I raced outside to get one too

But it dropped the millstone on me and killed me

 

Now I lay under the Juniper Tree

Waiting for another victim to join me

 

 

Another Typo! sry

The Juniper Tree

Word Count: 248

 

 

I am the villain

Crushed and dead

Buried under the Juniper Tree

 

T’was the middle of April

When she wished for the most beautiful child

As red as blood itself

She was going to die, after she gave birth to a son

 

The boy was beautiful

But the woman died a few days later

And she lays under the Juniper Tree

 

The husband married me

I also gave birth to a girl named Marlinchen

I hated the son

 

Once I gave an apple to beautiful Marlinchen

Who ate it delightfully

It was then my great idea came…

Kill the boy

 

I offered him an apple, who delightfully took it

Once he reached for it, I beheaded him

I sewed it back on

 

I told Marlinchen to ask him for another apple

But once Marlinchen reached for it, his head fell off

 

I buried him under the Juniper Tree

And a bird sung the most beautiful song

 

The bird went away to sing it again to a goldsmith, who gave it a golden chain

It went away again to a miller, who gave it a millstone

 

The bird went back to sing it at the Juniper Tree

It dropped the chain around my husband

 

He told us there was a bird outside who gave him the precious item

 

I raced outside to get one too

But it dropped the millstone on me and killed me

 

Now I lay under the Juniper Tree

Waiting for another victim to join me

 

 

Edited December 11, 2015 by nerdypi

[bobthebuilderisnot 11]

“Goliath and David” a variation of “David and Goliath”

 

A young boy with a child’s toy

reminds me what it’s like to be a god
 

I’ve won every fight I’ve ever started
this one will be no different
 

The young boy will die.
His people will die, and they will suffer

and our people will rule over them

and our people will make history forget
the boy’s people ever existed
 

And I will live on in legend, the Greatest Fighter
the Strongest Stone, the mountain at the center of the world
until my people die
some day far from now
when someone like me is born into a family
living on the wrong side of the border
and then I will die as well
and be forgotten
 

When I was very young, my mother and I (bless her for giving birth to me, they say I was so big that it took her eight days) were working outside, and we saw a bird with a broken wing. My mother pointed it out to me and said, “Isn’t it something? We hardly even look at the birds that fly around us every day, the ones that laughed at the laws of the world, and were born to fly instead. We know what to expect of them, and they bore us by the time we grow old.
 

“But I think you’ll remember that bird. You’ll remember the one who had to walk when all her family could fly. She’s something special.”
and I have not seen my mother since the army took me, years and years ago
and I do not want to be forgotten
more than I do not want to die
 

A young boy with a child’s toy reminds me what it’s like to be a god and as I fall to him, I will be thinking -
maybe that bird broke its own wing;
maybe it did not want to be forgotten
more than it wanted to fly

 

Wordcount: 319

Edited December 11, 2015 by bobthebuilderisnot

[MegaTank206 0]

Another Typo! sry

The Juniper Tree

Word Count: 249

 

 

I am the villain

Crushed and dead

Buried under the Juniper Tree

 

T’was the middle of April

When she wished for the most beautiful child

As red as blood itself

She was going to die, after she gave birth to a son

 

The boy was beautiful

But the woman died a few days later

And she lays under the Juniper Tree

 

The husband married me

I also gave birth to a girl named Marlinchen

I hated the son

 

Once I gave an apple to beautiful Marlinchen

Who ate it delightfully

It was then my great idea came…

Kill the boy

 

I offered him an apple, who delightfully took it

Once he reached for it, I beheaded him

I sewed it back on

 

I told Marlinchen to ask him for another apple

But once the boy reached for it, his head fell off

 

I buried him under the Juniper Tree

And a bird sung the most beautiful song

 

The bird went away to sing it again to a goldsmith, who gave it a golden chain

It went away again to a miller, who gave it a millstone

 

The bird went back to sing it at the Juniper Tree

It dropped the chain around my husband

 

He told us there was a bird outside who gave him the precious item

 

I raced outside to get one too

But it dropped the millstone on me and killed me

 

Now I lay under the Juniper Tree

Waiting for another victim to join me

 

 

You know there's edit right?

[nerdypi 0]

You know there's edit right?

LOL :ph34r:

[Leekh_A.forever 83]

                                                Three Little Pigs

                                                    At huge grassfield     ~from the point of view of the Wolf~

 

 

 

 

                                                                                Fairy tales grow me up

                                                                                           But it's time for me to recall
                                                                                                 Maybe with a twist
                                                                               But let me put Big Bad Wolf in the world
                                                                                             And the story begins ......

After a long walk from my den, i decide to take a morning nap. I find a nearest rain tree and leap straight up to a stable twig. Instantly, I sleep and my dream starts.

                                                                 Dreams are common for wolf like me where we receive message from loved ones 

I saw a familiar face, it's the King of food, also my master.His hand was stain with water and herbs. No doubt that behind him is a tub of cooking food. Master I called . Yes BBW, at the count of three food will be near you he replied. But i have just eaten my breakfast I complained. Silly dude, remember who you are he said impatiently. And the counting starts 3, 2 ,1

 

A bee stung me. I wake, groaning in pain. At the edge of my eyes, three juicy pig appear, looking delicious. They walk to a grass field stone throw away and diverge to their own path. Yess, I am the Big Bad wolf who like to sallow food when they go, Why me? My plan - 3 pigs , each for each meal ; lunch, dinner and supper. I jump down getting on my feet. From my knowledge , pigs are fast builders but the quality of the house is not guarantee. Waste no time I thought and i walk towards the route of the first pig.

 

                                                                                                    True that pigs are like that from what my daddy said 

 

 

A straw house, indeed an unwise pig. I manage a smile. I step forward, knock the door and call him to open the door. I knew the answer, No. Okay, so i huff and puff. The whole house scatter into pieces of straw. With no mercy, I eat the pig up before he could say anything.

 

                                                                    The straw flew kilometers away, broke my Wolf blowing record

Dozen of minutes later, I walk to the route second pig took. Standing upright is a small house make of stick. I giggle a little . This pig will be in my stomach soon. For sure, I huff and puff. The stick flew- Aw not my blowing record. soon enough, the pig is in my stomach.

I got out of my plan. I run to the third house which is made of bricks. Before i step to the door , a pair of eyes look at me, showing a disgusted look at me and shouting in annoyance for me to get lost. I am not a freak. I gather all my strength huff and puff, but to little avail. Impossible I thought. This pig look so confident, I need some time to think of a plan. I step back and think.Some strange noise come from the house but anyway I had an idea. I threw myself up on the roof and jump into the chime. Spashh! split seconds I found myself on a pot full of water. The pig laugh. What? why is he laughing when he knew he is going to be eaten by me. I was clueless, almost forgetting my mission.

 

                                                                                 phew! I was so confuse there

 

I laugh. We switch expression. The pig must be like Wait! What? Why is he laughing while swimming in boiling water? I thought The room soon smells like fertilizer. Now, I know why the pig laugh. Everything was like a scattered puzzle now forming it's picture in my head. Nice try pig, using fertilizer to set up fire to boil me?

The pig could not run, he is so pompous that he taught he will definitely succeed and lock himself up in the house.

 

                                                                         Lesson learned , not to be too be overly confident all the time

I look at him, before he could say Spare me , my Police uncle will catch you put you in jail, I sallow him. With my stomach filled to the brim I continue my journey from there.

 

 

                                                                                 The End , hope you guys enjoy the story  

 

Total word count : 671 words  . Done by :  @Leekh_A.forever     

Edited December 11, 2015 by Leekh_A.forever

[matthew576 0]

Once upon a time on a dark and stormy night.... that's all I've got so far.

[r_meme_machine0 7]

Once upon a time:

 

 

"i ate spaghetti and died, the end"

 

[Night-Sisters 2,139]

This may be a dumb question, but when will the winner(s) be announced?

 

The winners will be announced in Issue 45.

[DevastatorDragon 1]

The jabberwocky

 

Twas' shinsik, and the brightil threes

Dith mire and trigi in the ress

All happsy were the Ogyseas

and the howe dees pless

 

Beware the Humans, my child

the swords the slash, the bows that shoot

Beware the doggee crea, and shun

the deceitful Treefroot

 

He saw his stealthed enemy

long a time the Gressous foe he feared

so he hid by the ShaSha bush

as the enemy-he neared

 

And, as in faultly thought he stood

the human, with skin of steel

Came thumpling to do no good

and stumbled as he squealed

 

AAH, EEEEH, AAH, EEEEH and run and flee

the vorpal blade, it fell with a crack

He sees the scare-d human

As he runs flumply back

 

And houst thou seen the human

be proud, for he feared

thy hideous mack

The happy Jabberwock

 

Twas' shinsik, and the brightil threes

dith mire and trigi in the ress

all happsy were the ogyseas

and how dees pless

 

This is horrible I know

WORD COUNT: 158

Edward Lear style, right?

[xX_CID_Xx 1,484]

Once upon a time

 

 

 

Crystals box was a thing.

PS: This is not an entry. 

 

 

Edited December 11, 2015 by xX_CID_Xx

[Stephun 0]

Okay, here's my submission. I wrote it as a flashback scene, a sort of origin story. Technically, it takes place during a scene from Walt Disney's Sleeping Beauty but it really focuses on Maleficent's memory. It tells the story of... well, you'd better just read it. If it doesn't qualify, I'd be happy to redo it.

WARNING: This story does contain violence. While it is not bloody or gory, discretion is advised as some of it may be unsuitable for younger viewers aged 12 and under. The title of the original story is Walt Disney's Sleeping Beauty, told from the perspective of Maleficent. The word count is 750 exactly, including the title.

Enjoy!

 

                              Sleeping Beauty: As Told by Maleficent
On that fateful day, the day it all ended, I was reminded of the first time I killed. As I stared into the eyes of the knight, so confident in his righteousness, memories filled my mind unbidden. The first time my magic manifested itself was also the first time I felt hate.
“Please, Father!” I begged. “Please don't hurt him!” My father paused, a dreadful sneer on his face. “It wasn't his fault. I told him to do it!”
“Then maybe this will teach you a lesson, Malinda,” he said. He started beating my brother again mercilessly. Each blow brought fresh cries, tears streaming down my brother's face. As I stared at my father, something grew within me. A new feeling I had never felt before. Hatred. It was a dark and terrible feeling and it grew stronger with each blow.
“This will teach you miserable rats to steal from me,” my father snarled, wearing himself out with the blows, the stick in his hand splintering from use. “I'll do to you what I did to your mother.”
This undid me. With an inhuman cry of rage, I lifted my arm in a defiant gesture toward my father and what happened next surprised us all. He was lifted off the ground by swirls of green energy and he slammed against the side of a wall, falling to the ground in a crumpled heap.
“What...” he said, his voice hoarse. When he looked at my face, his eyes widened. For the first time that I could remember, my father was afraid. And I knew that he was afraid of me.
And I loved it. The hatred I felt grew stronger, fed by his fear, driven by it. The power within me swelled like a wave, carrying me with it. Instinctively knowing what to do, I stretched out my hand, energy leaping from it and lifting my father off the ground. He struggled against it, desperately swatting at the tendrils.
“Malinda!” he shouted, his voice cracking. “What are you doing?!”
“How dare you treat me like this?!” I spat, reveling in his terror. “How dare you try to control me, to stifle me? How could you murder your wife and beat your children, you pathetic excuse for a human? You deserve no mercy and I will show you none!” I tightened my fist and the magic responded accordingly, choking the life out of him, little by little. His hands flew to his throat, clutching uselessly at the energy surrounding him.
“Malinda!” a new voice called. Uncertain, I slightly relaxed my grip on my father. My brother was standing up, cradling a broken arm. “Please don't become like him. Show mercy. Prove you're better than him. I know my sister wouldn't kill like that.”
I looked between my father and my brother, torn. Mercy or justice? Pity or revenge? I stared at my father one last time. And I made my decision.
With every ounce of my newfound strength, I threw my father across the room, dashing his body against the wall and breaking his bones. He collapsed to the ground, unmoving and ominously quiet. I stood still for a moment, awash in the feeling of victory, of control. I looked at my hands, so full of power! So full of potential! It lifted me to heights unknown and let me stare down at the world below me, its master and ruler. Power, control, all of it was mine for the taking!
The energy began to fade, but I clung to the hate, refusing to let go. It filled me and overtook me, changing me from the inside out. And I swore that day that I would never again be powerless, never again be taken advantage of. I looked at my brother and saw that his eyes were wide with horror.
“What have you done?” he whispered as he backed away from me.
“What I had to to,” I replied calmly, my voice deeper than it had been before. “What I will continue to do. And no one will stop me.”
“You killed him! You just murdered him. Without a second glance! You're a monster!” He started weeping. “You're not my sister!”
“No, I'm not,” I agreed as I dashed his already broken body against the wall. I walked closer to him and watched as the spark of life faded out of his eyes, his death already filling me with new power and purpose.
“I am Maleficent.”

 

Edited December 11, 2015 by Stephun

[twins_zhao 0]

when will issue 45 be, next year?

Edited December 11, 2015 by twins_zhao

[Phobos_Beanhead 0]

Little Red Riding Hood

 

 

Once upon a time,
A many years ago,
I made a most interesting discovery.

By the light of my fire,
As I added wood to my pyre,
I heard a most queer sound.

It sounded like singing,
And left a most odd ringing,
In my ears as I sat up and listened.

It was a girl who was prancing,
Dancing and fancying,
Along a little dirt path.

I boldly stepped out,
And demanded with a shout,
Where she was going with that basket.

She replied with a smile,
That her grandmother who was slightly senile,
Had fallen ill and required assistance.

She wanted to help,
And she pranced away while I happily yelped,
I could almost smell a new meal.

I ran past the girl,
And then with a twirl,
Arrived at her grandmother's house.

I scared out the old fart,
And then with a wicked heart,
Dressed up and climbed into bed.

The girl arrived and brought me some food,
She stared at me for a second and then said: Not to be rude,
But why are your arms so long?

I replied
With a quick mind,
The better to hug you, my dear.

She said
Dear Grandmother,
Why are your teeth so sharp?

I grinned and she flinched,
And said while she twitched.
The better to EAT you my dear!

I leapt out of bed
And proceeded to eat her,
When the door suddenly burst open.

It was her grandmother with the village men,
Here to slaughter me like a hen,
And they rushed at me with all their might.

I dodged them and ran,
Out the door past their land,
And returned back to my forest.

And every since that day,
I have never even gave,
A second thought towards the little girl,
Who visits her grandmother every day.

 

[LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH 1,921]

NIGHT SISTERS, I am going to do pacifc rim, ok?

 

not reserving post, I am prepearing an entry

[Spectacular_Prince 0]

 

 

 

 

 

 MIRROR

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who's the Fairest of whole world

lips are red and white as snow

 and jealousy in Queen's heart started to grow

Queen gives orders, Princess flees

Huntsman hunts, brings a heart 

Organ cooked by  request of queen

Queen feasts upon the chest

queen goes to mirror again

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who's the fairest of all world

Mirror shows the girl in wood

Cottage of dwarves with precious goods

Queen's heart now rise with rage

to kill and summons her page

Blood red fruit, dark poisonous kiss

Eve's own apple hits her heart 

Thus beauty sealed in coffin of glass

waiting for the true love's kiss

For prince lies dead at queen's feet.

Edited December 13, 2015 by Spectacular_Prince

[golden5648 1,686]

Ok, I may try... )

[Quarks 2,255]

Cinderella, from the perspective of the mother. And no, I was not out of ideas, this was the one that came to fruition best, it also was ironically the example Night gave, so sorry. 

 

 From the Mother: Cinderella

 

 

Time upon a once, in a certain multiverse under the stars, lived a girl named Cinderella. She was a kind girl, beautiful, and has had so many stories about here, it is not only beating a dead horse, but also blowing it up. What we never know is the mother. The “cruel, mean, and epitome of evil” mother. What people fail to notice is that she never had any control. She was a proxy. A proxy who had terrible eyesight. Let us start at the beginning shall we…

Once upon a time not to long ago. Really only just a month ago our time. Multiverse theory. Anyways, there was a kind man going for a stroll was a man riding his horse through the village. He did not see a young lady walking by, and so ran walked over her. Seeing her in pain, he went down to help her, and instantly fell in love, he himself was a widower. The women, Margaret, also fell in love immediately.

“Need a place to spend the night?” the man asked.

“Yeah, that might… be nice…” She said, and then passed out on the floor, thinking of how much inspiration the writer had to copy the plot of Back to the Future.

 

Fast Forward a lot of years, a marriage and two children.

Margaret had been controlled by her two annoying daughters, as she could not make decisions well, and was forced to rely on others to make her decisions. It also did not help that she could not see well, so she was forced to rely on her daughters for accurate descriptions. The two sisters were very jealous of Cinderella, as she was skinnier and nicer than the sisters, who had beards.

“ahem, cough cough. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE KING HAS A PROCLAMATION. THERE IS TO BE A ROYAL BALL FOR THE PRINCE TO CHOOSE HIS BRIDE.”

“MOM, can we go.” Whined the bearded sisters

“Yes, girls you can go with Cinderella.”

“NO, she must stay here and do chores that we would have to do.”

“Alright”

“CINDERELLA, you can’t go to the ball, you have to stay and do the dishes, and no singing, unless it is punk.”

“What is punk mom?”

“I... don’t know...” Once again, Margaret realized that she is connected between multiverses and timelines, call it a vibe. . And also realizing that this writer is taking a lot of liberties from the Flash now, currently new episodes are on the CW.

“Fine mother, I… Had no interest… anyways.” She went up to her room to cry out her tears where no one would EVER hear them and then magically appear to save her, oh wait, that does happen.

Jump forward another few hours of makeup and dress planning…

“Oh mother, this ball of is wonderful, I am sure the prince will want to dance with us.” Said ugly number one (the narrator at this point has run out of descriptions for them). Just as the prince walked by, looked at the sisters, and was barely able to contain his puke from leaving his body. Unfortunately for him, Margret noticed him walk by, and pushed dim wit number two at him, forcing him to dance with her and have an exhilarating conversation about… bugs.

After disentangling himself from her, he was assaulted by ugly number one, and was forced to listen to a rant about makeup, and about her love for having three inches on at a time.

The next day when the prince was in search of the golden slippers, stopped by the house of Margret and the sisters. Margaret was told to insist that the bearded ladies were to go first. The first foot was way to large, the daughter yelled at her to cut the toes off, but Margaret could not bring herself to do it. The second sister tried on the slipper, but her foot was too small, so when she walked, her foot went forward to far, breaking her toes

“Where are Pym Particles when you need them” Said Margaret, once again, SOMEHOW breaking the multiverse, and referencing a “future” that has not happen.

Once Cinderella perfectly fits the shoe, she goes off and marries the prince. Feeling compassion for her pliable, short sighted, fourth wall breaking and, multiverse breaking mother, Cinderella brings her along, and the two of them live happily ever after blah blah usual fairy tale ending. Yeah, the sisters were screwed, they lived a short unhappy life, sucks for them.

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Word count: exactly 750 words, had to be trimmed down from almost 1k

Edited December 14, 2015 by Quarks