[Issue 44] Contest: time a upon Once

[celroti 133]

 

HENSEL AND GRETEL


[From the perspective of the grand witch]

Outside the mercury was falling fast.It was colder than devil's heart,raining ice pitchforks as if the heavens were ready to fall.Everyone was running for shelter like there is no tomorrow.The remark of birth of a grand witch.It's me.


Not every witch was grand and not every grand was bad.I was a good witch.But all grand witches knew their death who would be.Standing on the opposite path of the sun-drenched pavement, my death was a thousand miles apart in the remote village.I could see everything in my magical crystal ball.The sun setting in a sweet summer's day, the smell of freshly mowed lawns, the sound of children playing...


Standing as a female before a witch, I had pity upon Gretel's circumstance.A brave girl in poor parentalhood environment.

"Am I feminist? But she's my death.What do i chose?If I go with feminist ,I'm choosing death and if not I'll die in defame."

The stepmother is the real witch,not me.She forced her husband to leave Hensel and Gretel .Initially Hensel left bread pieces and I'd been watching everything: every bird,every animal and every leaf.Next night I had to attend a funeral and coincidentally the evil minded stepmother knew Hensel's return media.So she made them hungry go far across in the middle of a dense forest..


They knew they're lost.Poor guys.Hensel and Gretel were in the path that would lead to my house .

"I ,the grand witch, were the master of the house and death was Gretel coming for me."

And finally ,the pressure on two aspects : feminist and death would evolved more and more.My heart consequently cranked on the feminist side.I was decorating my house and myself preparing to welcome my death and try to change the fate.At night in my dream, the shadows rush me bruised mugshot face of Gretel hungry for kill.The floor turned into a vortex blood.Slowly the green nightmare faded, leaving dark stains on my soul that wold never come off.


The very next morning, something ugly woke me up. They were the brother and the sister - Hensel and Gretel. They're eating my house. My house, a full sweet bakery, that took me years and struggle still caused adrenaline pump through my aching veins. But i didn't go against feminist, i welcomed them.

"I, the grand witch, were playing the role of real  mother to them until they said they'd leave the house stealing my wealth.''


Accept the givens and deny the takens. Why return to your house when their is not only basic need but not a cordial environment ? But i couldn't make them on this topic. So I'd to lock the Hensel and fear of death minimized. Still my crystal magical ball showed how i would  die.


One day, i was boiling the water in the hot pot. Hensel was ready to give me a push. But before i she would do i said,

"Not now dahling ! Take this hot and I'd bathe. I feel shame infront of boys.

For this time i skipped death. But i a superman on kryptonite about to fall through a skylight down to where it was all going down. The very next moment, Hansel took out a gun. I thought it was a toy which her mother gave her before she passed away.I realized it is the thing that bridges my soul and death.With the first six bullets, I was crying.

"The bullet holes were rubies on my chest, blood glowing on my ivory skin.I'm so beautiful.The flesh of fallen angels."

I'm no more a witch.Then Gretel pushed me into hot water and my body was evaporating with a smile on my face for dying as a feminist not in defame......


words count : 625  :rolleyes: 

 

Edited December 15, 2015 by celroti

[LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH 1,921]

 

HENSEL AND GRETEL

 

[From the perspective of the grand witch]

Outside the mercury was falling fast.It was colder than devil's heart, raining ice pitchforks as if the heavens were ready to fall.everyone was running for shelter like there is no tomorrow.The remark of birth of a grand witch.It's me.

 

Not every witch was grand and not every grand was bad.I was a good witch.But all grand witches knew their death who would be.Standing on the opposite path of the sun-drenched pavement, my death was a thousand miles apart in the remote village.I could see everything in my magical crystal ball.The sun setting in a sweet summer's day, the smell of freshly mowed lawns, the sound of children playing...

 

Standing as a female before a witch, I had pity upon Gretel's circumstance.A  brave girl in poor parentalhood environment.

       "Am I feminist? But she's my death.What do i chose?If I go with feminist ,I'm choosing death and if not I'll die in defame."

The stepmother is the real witch,not me.She forced her husband to leave Hensel and Gretel .Initially Hensel left bread pieces and I'd been watching everything: every bird,every animal and every leaf.Next night I had to attend a funeral and coincidentally the evil minded stepmother knew Hensel's return media.So she made them hungry go far across in the middle of a dense forest.

 

They knew they're lost.Poor guys.Hensel and Gretel were in the path that would lead to my house .

   "I ,the grand witch, were the master of the house and death was Gretel coming for me."

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[Tiramisu 172]

The Three Little Porks

A fairy tale from the wolf side (374 words)

From the fairy tale "The Three Little Pigs"

 

Once upon a time, there was a starving wolf in the forest. He was about to lose hope when he came along a lonely house made of straws. When he looked through the window and saw a little pig inside, hunger gave him an extraordinary strength so he huffed, puffed and blew the house away. The pig was very frightened so he ran away.
The wolf was too weak to chase him, so he waited and rested.

The day after, the wolf followed the pig’s tracks and came along another house, this time made of wood. When he looked through the window and saw two little pigs inside, hunger gave him more strength than the previous day so he huffed and puffed, then he huffed and puffed again and blew the house away. The two pigs were very frightened so they ran away.
The wolf was too weak to chase them, so he waited and rested.

The day after, the wolf was starving badly, so he followed the pig’s tracks and came along a third house, made of bricks and concrete. When he looked through the window and saw three little pigs inside, he got ready to huff and puff, but he soon realized that the house was too solid to be blown away just with huffs and puffs.
The three pigs looked through the window and laughed when they saw the wolf huffing and puffing, but the wolf was cheating. He howled once, than twice… till finally his friend Tiramisu appeared from the woods with a big tank. The wolf moved aside and the tank shot the house, blowing it away.

The three frightened pigs tried to run away, but the wolf, still full of energy, made a big jump and killed the three pigs.
He was so hungry that he swallowed two of the three pigs in an instant, but when he was about to eat the third one, Tiramisu stopped him and said:
‘Don’t eat him, let’s save this pork to make salami and prosciutto’.
They then brought the dead pig with them and, after three years of preparation and aging, they ate the best prosciutto ever made.

 

Revenge is a dish best served cold, but it's even better when aged.

Edited December 15, 2015 by Tiramisu

[boomer616 3]

The three little pigs

The big bad wolfs view.

Once upon a time there was a wolf who lived in a little house.
one day he needed to make a cake for his mother for it was here birthday so he started baking. then he realized he did not have any
so he went to ask his neighbors. he came to the first house, it was a small straw house. he nocked on the door, "Little pig little pig are u home?" asked the wolf. "yes I am now go away" said the pig how rude the wolf thought, " all I want is some sugar." said the wolf.
"well u cant have it" yelled the pig. then the wolf felt a sneeze coming on for he had a bad cold. he puffed and he huffed and "ACHOOOOO". And down the house came and there in the middle layed the pig unmoving. then the wolf though, he could not just leave the pig there it was perfect and fat. so he ate it. then he went to his next neighbor, he had a house of sticks, and guess what, the pig said
No! and then the wolf fest another sneeze coming on, and ACHOOO. down went that house, and there layed the pig unmoving, and the wolf left and went to the next house, feeling quite full for he had 2 dinners. the next house was a brick house. he nocked on the door, "little pig little pig are u home?" asked the wolf, yes I am now go away" , yelled the pig. how rude though the wolf and then he felt another sneeze coming on, even bigger then the ones before he huffed and he puffed and AAAAAAACHOOOOO and ACHHOOOOO and over and over then the news people came by and saw what looked like a wolf trying to blow a house down. and it ended up in the newspaper and the poor wolf ended in jail " so that is how I ended up here". said the wolf, " by the way you wouldn't happen to have a cup of sugar would u?

       that is my story hoped u like it!

[boomer616 3]

lol after i said he needed to bake a cake i forgot to put in He did not have any sugar i just said he did not have any. lol

[celroti 133]

lol after i said he needed to bake a cake i forgot to put in He did not have any sugar i just said he did not have any. lol

Laugh out laugh

[tuntematon1234567890 23]

Once upon a time when I was underwater,I came across a game called Tanki Online and started playing it instead of finding my real father.

[Night-Sisters 2,139]

Contest closed. Results will be available in Issue 45

Edited December 16, 2015 by Night-Sisters