.: who killed cinderella?? :.Everything was perfect..: who killed cinderella?? :.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The guests—those who had been invited, of course (*cough Alice cough*)—had arrived, the decorations were set, and all that was missing was the star of the ball herself.
Cinderella stood at the top of the grand staircase, sweeping her eyes over her masterpiece with a smile of satisfaction.
If she was aware of the fact that Goldilocks, in her pretty little dress, was sending her death glares from a few guests away, she did not show it.
The Beast, standing next to the woman who had once stolen his heart, nudged her gently. “It is time for your grand entrance, Cinderella,” he rumbled.
“Of course,” she agreed, still smiling brilliantly at the thought that all her hard work in preparation for the ball had finally paid off. “Or do you just want me to get this over with so I can tell you why I took your beloved possession that night?”
The Beast shuffled his feet nervously. She had always been able to know what he wa
Black, white, redThe sparkling gurgle of champagne fountains spun an aura of decadent dreams and slithering gossip. Chalices of shimmering libation twinkled alongside jeweled and white-gloved wrists as guests clutched the delicate stems of wineglasses, sipped, twirled, plotted with sinister smiles. Marble columns entwined with roses, white linen cloth on the tables, a ballroom dotted with silk and velvet gowns and suits.Black, white, red1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Red, just red, red everywhere, everyone will say. It would be fitting.
Manipulative minds connived in the shadows. Jealousy hid itself behind flower-patterned fans. Resentment crouched in the corners, hidden in the hearts of once-but-no-longer friends. Tangled affections and affinities tied each guest to others in the crowd, stories mingled as attention was sought. How lovely she looks, how handsome he looks, how charming, how esteemed, how worthy of his love, how unworthy she is, mine, mine, mine. Fools.
Slow, deep breaths. It was rather crowded in the hall. Some had moved t
Cinderella is DeadMy name was Cinderella. I used to live happily ever after and was married to a handsome prince…till death do we part, I guess. I’ll admit, I had been taking out my stress about my party on those around me, and for that I am truly sorry. But the night before the ball I caught my husband kissing several different maidens. My heart was broken.Cinderella is Dead1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But the party could not be cancelled, so I shoved my misery deep down and put on a happy face to hide my hurt. My feet ached terribly after all my running around in preparation for the event, so I decided against wearing my favorite glass slippers. As I was getting ready, my “charming” husband came in and wrapped his arms around me. The white leathery gloves felt warm with his overshared passions. Normally I would accept his affections and consider them playful and loving, but that night they were no more than crude gestures from an unfaithful spouse. I pushed him away from me.
“What’s bothering you, my love? Don