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Tag Archives: fractured fairy tales
Sunset in Wildling Wood
They gather in their daisy-chain crowns and their mudlucious feetto drink in that golden stone falling. They clasp hands and stand with faces draped in tangerine glowkissed only by a tower of shine. They sigh. That feisty moon rises. And the shenanigans begin.
The Princesses UnQuit
:: But only for an afternoon, so they can try on pretty shoes. ::
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Believing in Magic
It’s easy, here in Wildling Wood,where the moon casts her nightly spell. She tells the sky just how to brew and spill its starry secrets. The flowers bow and curtsy to the passing breeze, a whimsy’d waltz. Dragons dance with nymphsand every soul gets a second … Continue reading
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Wander World
Here, they’re barefoot and barefaced and the only crowns they wear are daisy-chained. They’re stained in wild berries and luscious mud and maple syrup. They’re warriors of whimsy, wildlings writing their own stories withsticky fingers and hearts finally given a chance. The night sky’s their only gownand they’ve doubled down … Continue reading
And then,
:: It occurred to her she had a sword of her own so she wields it strong. ::
How Many Princesses Does It Take to Start a Revolution?
Cinder goes by Ella now,and she and Belle agreethat if they can get Snow to show the magic number’s 3. Might a quartet be better? that trio does suppose,so once she’s had a tiny napthey wake up Briar Rose. Why not five? … Continue reading
Late
He’s got a big ol’ watch and (apparently) some kind of (very important) date. We don’t know what (we’re all mad here.) Frankly, he’s quite frantic and perhaps it’s pedantic, but we’d really like to help the poor fella hop along. We’d ask Alice, but she’s currently wee, and Tweedle Dum and … Continue reading
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Tagged Alice in Wonderland, April PAD 2021, fractured fairy tales, late, we're all mad here, White Rabbit
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Midnight on the Steps at the Ball
She’s due to throw a shoe, but she’s thinking about saying (bibbidi bobbidi)boo to the whole thing, and just making a fine pumpkin stew. :: PAD, day 23.
The Princesses Finally Rage Quit {And Form a Nature Society}
You might find them in the woods, if you can get past the nymphs (who are on their side). They only want the kiss of breeze, the romance of trees, the squeeeee of mud-lucious squish between unadorned toes. They’re done with spells and slippers and … Continue reading
Save Me
See, here’s the thing: I’m no damsel in distress,just ridiculously dressedto the nines when I should have worn sensible shoes, but this damn ball was the endand be-all of my stepmother’s crazy squall, so I tried to comply. And now (I can’t say exactly … Continue reading