Hey u guys. I m writing a new fic on some of your fave fairytales. These stories are not for kids and will cause nightmares amongst children. Lets read Cinderella: glass slippers
I am 5 years old and it is my birthday. My mother wove me a pretty dress and my friends and I celebrated. I lay down to go to sleep. For the first time ever, I am happy.
I am 6 years old and my mother has just passed. I am sad and my father and I have crying for the past 5 minutes. or hours. or days. or months. or weeks. or years. I am sad and I will never, ever be happy again
I am 9 years old and my dad is to be remarried. I am a flower girl with my 2 new sisters. For the 1st time in 4 years, I am happy
I am 12 years old and my father has past. I am sad and I have been weeping for a long time. My mother is not sad. My sisters do not care. I can't do anything. I have moved away from all of my friends and am supposedly going to be shipped off for work.
I am 14 years old and I am working like a dog for my stepsisters and step mother. I am no longer even called Ella. I am called Cinderella, for I work and clean all day. I am never going to be happy.
I am 18 years old and I have begged and pleaded to go to the dance, but my mean stepmother and stepsisters forbid me from going. I just live in a heap of garbage. my only friends are the rats. I heard my old friend talking about how she is going to go to the dance and charm the prince. she thinks she will marry him. I guess they assume I was shipped off for work and never came back home, or I am just dead. I live my life with misery and hatred. the inky tentacles are beginning to form inside me. And I love it.
I am 19 years old and I am living all alone. I never went to the dance. My friend apparently married her. But I got something better. My fairy godmother came to me at the peak of the night, proving that not all fairy godmothers are good. She saw how miserable I was and she offered me one wish. I wished to be happy. I was not expecting the outcome of this wish, nor was she, but to be happy, I needed a pair of glass slippers. I quickly realized that I could cut through the jugular of my stepmother and stepsisters necks. their blood stains my hands and finally, alone in this house, I am happy
Always be kind to others. They may have a pair of glass slippers on them too. they be fed up enough, crazy enough, and plain sick enough, to pull out the glass slippers
Yo guys, this was just something from the creepy mind of me, thank you and sleep well tonight. Next up is Hansel and Gretel. there are so many sick things you can do with that one little story.