Writing Prompt

“Someday my prince will come.”

“Hey! Knock off that racket. You know we hate your singin’.”

“Oh, Grumpy. I think it’s kinda nice.”

“You would, Happy. You’re nice to everybody.”

“Now, boys. Let Snow have her fantasies. Her prince could come.”

“Sure, Doc. And we won’t need to work in the mines anymore.”

“Now Grumpy, you’re just sayin’ that. You like working in the mines findin’ gold an...

Damsel met Distress in a dimly lit alley,

Pawing feverishly at unclad skin.

Lips interlocked like thorns to the roses stem—

Their eyes, lustful and hungry.

He slipped her a poisoned tongue.

She consumed every last bit of oxygen it took to inflate her lungs into balloons.

A scream died on her tongue—

The one who was meant to break the spell

Couldn’t live up to his promises.

She served him herself...

Three little pigs were building there houses. Two wanted to be done quickly in order to go about relaxing and enjoying their day. The first built his house out of hay, the second out of sticks, and the third spent many days carefully constructing a house out of brick and mortar.

Along came the big bad wolf who huffed and puffed and quickly blew in the house of hay and ate the little pig up but s...

Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a beautiful princess, named Aurora, with a severe case of narcolepsy. Well, actually, she was technically cursed by a wicked queen, named Maleficent, who was obsessed with her own magnificent (if a bit severe) visage and got ticked off that she didn’t get invited to baby Princess Aurora’s christening. And so the story goes that the queen put a he...

“Is she coming?” asked Wolfie. Terry looks through the bushes to see if the girl was coming. “Yeah, she’s here,” said Terry. “That’s good! Now, places! Places, Terry!” shouted Wolfie as they both scatter around the forest to hide. “Oh, la, la, la. I’m just a cute, little girl, strolling merrily through this totally wonderful, not dangerously mysterious and terrifying forest, singing a cute, little...

Goldilocks

Ate all the porridge

And broke all chairs but one

She got the beds a mess

But set just one

Neat and tidy

She drew hearts on pictures

And gazed out windows

Longing for her return

When the bears arrived

They were met with a fright

Goldilocks sitting there with delight

Daddy Bob bear looked to Mama Lilly bear

Scowling in rage

How could you do this to Baby Timmy bear

Bob stomped his...

I charge through the castle doors, preparing for the angry growls of the dragon, for the hellfire spat from its fanged mouth. With my blade thrusted forward, I aim where the beasts’s heart should be, where I should pierce through its coarse, layered scales. Fear eludes me, for I have challenged far more sinister enemies.

But my battle cry echoes, ricochets off the walls, reaches through the wind...

Everyone knows that classic story about the sleeping beauty how her prince woke her up well heres a twist on that story

Aurora is sleeping, the witch is laughing and the prince...oh him he fell on the way he was hurt and decided to leave. The witch laughed the princess's parents cried and aurora remained as the sleeping beauty with no prince. Aurora is dreaming about her prince but its just a dr...

It started with a gunshot

They rang through the palace

A rumor of the Grand Duchess Anastasia escaping?

Not likely

The years pass

Rumors get more loud

A reward for her return

One that many had tried to get

It all started with a daydream

A locket that read "Together In Paris"

Dancing Bears

Painted Wings

Things I almost remember

And a song

Someone sings

Once Upon A December

Anastasia Nikolaevna ...

Once upon a time, the glass slipper fit—just not the right girl.

When the prince arrived at the Tremaine estate, slipper in hand, Lady Tremaine knew the moment had come. Cinderella had been locked in the attic since the ball, her protests muffled behind old wardrobes and rusted bolts. The prince knocked. The slipper glinted like fate in the morning light.

The eldest stepsister, Drizella, had car...