Post by Echo on Oct 14, 2013 19:26:21 GMT
NOTE: This is not my entry for the Twisted Fairytales event. This was an assignment that was extremely similar in theme assigned very closely in time. The Fairtyale I took inspiration from in this was Alice in Wonderland.
Requirements: Had to be anywhere from 1 to 3 pages (double-spaced), and had to incorporate part of a different fairytale in anyway, even just a name.
Princess Alice knelt in the grass, wrapping her thin fingers around the cold orange stone. Whenever she moved it, the colors in it seemed to fly within their hard glass shell.
“Such a pretty stone,” she murmured, getting to her feet as she stared into the rock’s dark core. Suddenly, the swimming colors seemed to move on their own, moving faster and faster. The hard core cracked, spilling out a blinding white light that wrapped the little princess in a colorless veil. She tried to yell for help, but the light seemed to paralyze her, and all she could do was hope the white light would leave.
Suddenly, the light vanished. The once bright and frenzied stone was now still and just a solid amber color. Alice dropped the stone as if it had burnt her, even though the surface was now icy to the touch. She kicked it around with the toe of her shoe, waiting for something else to happen, but nothing did. Little Alice shrugged and went on her way, back to her castle, trying to ignore the feeling of dread in her stomach.
As she neared the front gates, the knights began to move toward her, spears drawn. The princess stopped where she was, scared of her own guards, and raised her voice to speak, trying to keep it from quivering. “It’s me, Princess Alice, and you will lower your weapons right now, or my father will surely hear of this.” The guards shared a look, and then returned their gazes to the princess.
“Next time you try to impersonate a princess, try a bit of lipstick.” sneered one of the guards.
“Yeah, and a more flattering dress.” said the other, and the guards shared a laugh.
“What are you talking about?” Alice asked, blushing a little. She looked fabulous with or without makeup, and blue was always flattering on her!
“Come with us. You’re being arrested under the order of the king for the kidnapping and impersonation of his daughter, Princess Alice.” the first guard said, poising his spear and beginning to move in on her.
“I am Alice!” she yelled, but the guards didn’t slow their advance, so she did the only thing that she could; she fled her own castle.
It wasn’t long before the princess came across a stream, breathless and sore. She knelt in the grass beside it, scooting close to the edge of the water and peering in. She screamed when she saw her reflection wasn’t hers. But when she opened her mouth to scream, so did he. If she moved her arm, he did too.
It is me, she thought to herself. Only now a curly mop of blonde hair replaced her long blonde curls. Her feminine, round face was now sharp and angular. Her blue eyes were still the same, and the long eyelashes softened the otherwise hard face. She was flat chested now too, the dress sagging below her neck in a very unflattering way, revealing some of the curly blonde chest hair she now had.
“Well, at least I know I look good as a man too.” she muttered, grinning. It was nice to see such a handsome man smiling back at her, but Alice really wanted this dream to end. So, the princess-gone-prince stood, smoothed her blue dress, and began to follow the path near the stream. If she had to play along with this nightmare, she may as well try to cure herself.
It wasn’t long before Alice came to a fork in the path. Just when she was about to choose the right side, a small, yet plump, pink and purple-striped cat appeared on the path, just fading into sight. Almost half of his face appeared to be covered by the wide, toothy grin he gave her.
“I wouldn’t go this way if I were you,” he said, slowly tilting his head side to side as he watched her.
“Why ever not?” Prince Alice asked angrily. She would not have her judgment questioned by a figment of her imagination.
“It’s the wrong way.” said the cat, simply.
“Well, why is it the wrong way?” Alice asked, hands on her very straight hips.
“If you’re looking to cure yourself, you won’t find any help this way. It’s the wrong way.”
“How do you propose I cure myself?” Alice asked.
“Find a fairy.” said the cat with his huge smile. He blinked lazily at her once, and then slowly faded out, much to the disappointment of Prince Alice. She sighed, but followed the cat’s advice, going down the other path in search of a fairy. She’d heard of fairies before, and knew they only took the form of a flower. That didn’t really narrow anything down when she was confronted with an entire field of them.
“This is pointless.” she cried out, stomping her foot in a fit that was much more attractive on a woman; not a man in a dress. The tears started to spill, and she fell to the flowery grass, head in her hands. Out of the gap in her large fingers, she saw a small pink flower in the stream, struggling to keep afloat. Her tears subsiding, Alice rose to her feet and pulled the flower out. As she held the pink cluster of petals in her hand, a soft pink glow rose from it. She gasped, but the light faded suddenly. Peering into the stream, Princess Alice grinned. She must have found a fairy; her chest now held her dress firmly in place and her face had softened again. Prince Alice had become a princess once again.
Self-Review: Well, I don't like it much considering I wrote it the day before it was due. I also just wasn't a fan of the only idea I could come up with. But otherwise, I feel like it's alright. I said "light" a bit too much at the way beginning, though. [/i]
Requirements: Had to be anywhere from 1 to 3 pages (double-spaced), and had to incorporate part of a different fairytale in anyway, even just a name.
Princess Alice knelt in the grass, wrapping her thin fingers around the cold orange stone. Whenever she moved it, the colors in it seemed to fly within their hard glass shell.
“Such a pretty stone,” she murmured, getting to her feet as she stared into the rock’s dark core. Suddenly, the swimming colors seemed to move on their own, moving faster and faster. The hard core cracked, spilling out a blinding white light that wrapped the little princess in a colorless veil. She tried to yell for help, but the light seemed to paralyze her, and all she could do was hope the white light would leave.
Suddenly, the light vanished. The once bright and frenzied stone was now still and just a solid amber color. Alice dropped the stone as if it had burnt her, even though the surface was now icy to the touch. She kicked it around with the toe of her shoe, waiting for something else to happen, but nothing did. Little Alice shrugged and went on her way, back to her castle, trying to ignore the feeling of dread in her stomach.
As she neared the front gates, the knights began to move toward her, spears drawn. The princess stopped where she was, scared of her own guards, and raised her voice to speak, trying to keep it from quivering. “It’s me, Princess Alice, and you will lower your weapons right now, or my father will surely hear of this.” The guards shared a look, and then returned their gazes to the princess.
“Next time you try to impersonate a princess, try a bit of lipstick.” sneered one of the guards.
“Yeah, and a more flattering dress.” said the other, and the guards shared a laugh.
“What are you talking about?” Alice asked, blushing a little. She looked fabulous with or without makeup, and blue was always flattering on her!
“Come with us. You’re being arrested under the order of the king for the kidnapping and impersonation of his daughter, Princess Alice.” the first guard said, poising his spear and beginning to move in on her.
“I am Alice!” she yelled, but the guards didn’t slow their advance, so she did the only thing that she could; she fled her own castle.
It wasn’t long before the princess came across a stream, breathless and sore. She knelt in the grass beside it, scooting close to the edge of the water and peering in. She screamed when she saw her reflection wasn’t hers. But when she opened her mouth to scream, so did he. If she moved her arm, he did too.
It is me, she thought to herself. Only now a curly mop of blonde hair replaced her long blonde curls. Her feminine, round face was now sharp and angular. Her blue eyes were still the same, and the long eyelashes softened the otherwise hard face. She was flat chested now too, the dress sagging below her neck in a very unflattering way, revealing some of the curly blonde chest hair she now had.
“Well, at least I know I look good as a man too.” she muttered, grinning. It was nice to see such a handsome man smiling back at her, but Alice really wanted this dream to end. So, the princess-gone-prince stood, smoothed her blue dress, and began to follow the path near the stream. If she had to play along with this nightmare, she may as well try to cure herself.
It wasn’t long before Alice came to a fork in the path. Just when she was about to choose the right side, a small, yet plump, pink and purple-striped cat appeared on the path, just fading into sight. Almost half of his face appeared to be covered by the wide, toothy grin he gave her.
“I wouldn’t go this way if I were you,” he said, slowly tilting his head side to side as he watched her.
“Why ever not?” Prince Alice asked angrily. She would not have her judgment questioned by a figment of her imagination.
“It’s the wrong way.” said the cat, simply.
“Well, why is it the wrong way?” Alice asked, hands on her very straight hips.
“If you’re looking to cure yourself, you won’t find any help this way. It’s the wrong way.”
“How do you propose I cure myself?” Alice asked.
“Find a fairy.” said the cat with his huge smile. He blinked lazily at her once, and then slowly faded out, much to the disappointment of Prince Alice. She sighed, but followed the cat’s advice, going down the other path in search of a fairy. She’d heard of fairies before, and knew they only took the form of a flower. That didn’t really narrow anything down when she was confronted with an entire field of them.
“This is pointless.” she cried out, stomping her foot in a fit that was much more attractive on a woman; not a man in a dress. The tears started to spill, and she fell to the flowery grass, head in her hands. Out of the gap in her large fingers, she saw a small pink flower in the stream, struggling to keep afloat. Her tears subsiding, Alice rose to her feet and pulled the flower out. As she held the pink cluster of petals in her hand, a soft pink glow rose from it. She gasped, but the light faded suddenly. Peering into the stream, Princess Alice grinned. She must have found a fairy; her chest now held her dress firmly in place and her face had softened again. Prince Alice had become a princess once again.
Self-Review: Well, I don't like it much considering I wrote it the day before it was due. I also just wasn't a fan of the only idea I could come up with. But otherwise, I feel like it's alright. I said "light" a bit too much at the way beginning, though. [/i]