Yaaaaay! Welcome to the "What If?" Fairytale Blogfest! I'm so stoked to go read all the entries--not only Team Love Story's, but the Comics, Tragedy peeps, and Plot Twisters. (Especially since Mark Koopmans has thrown the gauntlet down. He and his little Scottish pony are going to be smothered in Team Love by the end of the week! Right, Cassie and Leigh?)
And it's not too late to sign up. The Blogfest runs all week. You can either click here to get the deets or scroll down where I'll post the Linky List below.
I of course chose to write for Team Love Story. So just for fun, here is my 300 word piece:
Four walls. Dirt floor. No light, save for the last thread of sunset angling through the barred window. Orange spills over masses of piled straw. Dried, cracked. Just like my future.
The spinning wheel sits in the far corner, mocking me. Taunting me. Its plain wooden wheel as useless as my own two hands.
That’s what he wants. I raise my hands and marvel these two ordinary objects will be the cause of my death. As if they have the capability to spin straw into gold.
I drop to the ground, my hair a curtain over my face, covering the tears that drop to the ground. I dig my fingers into the cool dirt floor and let out a cry that no one will hear. I bang my fists, scream, plead. But it’s all in vain.
Tomorrow, I die.
I heard once that man’s strongest instinct is the will to live. If there is a god, I vow in this moment that whoever will spare me this fate will have my eternal love. Forever.
A tingle spreads over my skin as if sealing the promise and a rustle sounds from the corner. Like a creature birthing from the dark, a hunched figure unfolds, half of his face in shadow. Misshapen head. Flat nose. Teeth pointed like a canine’s.
He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
“What is your name?” I ask. “Tell me, take me away, and I’m yours forever.”
Glee lights up behind the gnarled face, and the small man does a little bow. “You and all your future children?”
The thought of carrying this man’s children is ambrosia for my soul. I truly love him.
“Well then, my dear. Then my name ye shall have. Rumpelstiltskin.”
And he holds out his hand and we disappear into the dark. Living happily ever after.
And that is the story of how Rumpelstiltskin and the woodcutter's daughter run off together... It's how the story should've ended, right? Talk about true love... sigh... I'm kidding!
Alright! I'm off to go check out the other entries! Have fun!
Red. Head. Out. :D