Post by ladygiry on Nov 13, 2006 5:51:02 GMT 9.5
This is an SH fanfic I wrote awhile ago and I'd thought I'd post it for fun and I'd appreciate feedback:
A Fractured Fairy Tale
As a child she had been no stranger to fairy tales. Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty…she had heard them all. But only now did she come to realize that her life had become yet another fairy tale.
Her family had been a happy one, poor yes, but happy. They had had a small, cozy home and there had been plenty of laughter and love. Then one day her world was turned upside down.
Her beloved father was dead and gone with him was the protection that his presence had offered. She was evicted from their home along with her mother and sister and banished to an impoverished life in the woods.
They struggled to survive through hard work and the skill that had gotten them banished in the first place: witchcraft. Then her mother died and she was an orphan, with only her dimwitted sister for companionship.
As her sister wasn’t intelligent enough to care for herself, she was forced to do all of the work: chopping firewood, cooking the scant meals, cleaning the small cave. She was reduced to being no better than a common cinderwench in her own home, if you could even call it a home. Another Cinderella.
Years passed: years of only bits of food and torn, ragged gowns… years of a pathetic, meaningless existence. Then she met her prince, although you could hardly call him that. But none-the-less, he was wealthy and could provide her with the riches she deserved…the riches that she had been robbed of.
She captured his love and adoration easily and soon they were wed, she had been her own fairy godmother, no other was needed. But unlike Cinderella’s masquerade, which only lasted one night, hers lasted ten years.
Ten years of gowns of lace, silk, and satin. Ten years of rich jewels and wealth that before she could only imagine having in her wildest dreams. But she had succumb to malice, bitterness, and greed. She struck out against those that had wronged her family in order to make their riches her own.
Then the clock struck twelve on her masquerade and there was no glass slipper to save her from slipping from grace. Only the fiery gates of Hell waited. The perfect ending to a fractured fairy tale.
End
A Fractured Fairy Tale
As a child she had been no stranger to fairy tales. Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty…she had heard them all. But only now did she come to realize that her life had become yet another fairy tale.
Her family had been a happy one, poor yes, but happy. They had had a small, cozy home and there had been plenty of laughter and love. Then one day her world was turned upside down.
Her beloved father was dead and gone with him was the protection that his presence had offered. She was evicted from their home along with her mother and sister and banished to an impoverished life in the woods.
They struggled to survive through hard work and the skill that had gotten them banished in the first place: witchcraft. Then her mother died and she was an orphan, with only her dimwitted sister for companionship.
As her sister wasn’t intelligent enough to care for herself, she was forced to do all of the work: chopping firewood, cooking the scant meals, cleaning the small cave. She was reduced to being no better than a common cinderwench in her own home, if you could even call it a home. Another Cinderella.
Years passed: years of only bits of food and torn, ragged gowns… years of a pathetic, meaningless existence. Then she met her prince, although you could hardly call him that. But none-the-less, he was wealthy and could provide her with the riches she deserved…the riches that she had been robbed of.
She captured his love and adoration easily and soon they were wed, she had been her own fairy godmother, no other was needed. But unlike Cinderella’s masquerade, which only lasted one night, hers lasted ten years.
Ten years of gowns of lace, silk, and satin. Ten years of rich jewels and wealth that before she could only imagine having in her wildest dreams. But she had succumb to malice, bitterness, and greed. She struck out against those that had wronged her family in order to make their riches her own.
Then the clock struck twelve on her masquerade and there was no glass slipper to save her from slipping from grace. Only the fiery gates of Hell waited. The perfect ending to a fractured fairy tale.
End
