For today’s post, we are sharing a short story written on Day 25 of Andrea’s Creative Writing course. The prompt on that day was one that is especially fun as fairy tales often contain skeletal story elements, ripe soil for creative change and embellishment. Here goes the prompt: “Write a fairy tale that changes the ending and other elements of the original.”
“Ella… the Untold Story”
“Ella, are you going to sit there all day while I’m out hunting and keeping the kingdom safe?”
“Yup. Pretty much. You promised me an exciting life, and all I get to do is stare at these same four stone walls.”
His tone softened as he sat down next to her. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. You know how the other kingdoms are always trying to take us down. If anything ever happened to you, I would be devastated. There’s plenty for you to do around here.”
“Like what, dear King? Order this one around or that one? I am watched 24/7. I’ve freakin had it with the microscope I live under. The only time I get to myself is when I’m on the throne, if you know what I mean. Even then I’m not so sure. I see how the others look at me when I leave the loo.”
“Oh Ella. You’re being paranoid. No one is watching you.”
“If you say so. But I don’t buy it. Not one bit.”
“I’ll prove it to you. Go for a walk around the garden. No one will follow you. I promise.”
“Okay. I’ll do that.” Ella gave him a kiss on the cheek and was on her way.
After she left, he went behind the large wall tapestry and entered his mission control. “Keep an eye on her, boys, but not too close. I told her she wasn’t being watched, and I don’t want her to get suspicious.”
“Yes, Your Majesty. We won’t let her out of our sight.”
“You can ease up on the powder room camera. I guess she can have a little privacy there for now.”
The king noticed the disappointment in the man’s eyes. He wanted to smash his face into the desk, but he refrained. He needed his men loyal, and hurting this one would not be good for morale.
I know he’s watching me. I can feel it. Ella kicked the dirt with her glass walking shoes. Ever since they got together, every pair of shoes had to be made of glass. Really? I know he thinks it’s romantic but enough already. My feet are killing me.
“Hello Mister Mouse. How are you today?”
The tiny creature looked up at her and with a turn of his head, smiled. She knew the mouse was having a good day.
Ella wished for the freedom he had. Even at her evil stepmother’s, she had time to herself. Who knew it was going to be like this?
“Can you help me, Sweetie?”
Ella walked to where she heard the raspy voice. There was a turtle lying on his back in the shade under a big oak. He was smiling at her too. Nothing surprised her these days since she knew magic was real.
“How may I help you, Mister Turtle.”
“If you could turn me right side up, I would be ever so grateful.”
“No problem,” and Ella immediately righted the turtle on his feet once more.
“I’d like to be Frank with you. I am your Fairy Godmother’s half-brother on her father’s side. I am here to de-wish you.”
“De-wish me? Whatever does that mean?”
“Well, I know you wanted this, but not ‘this’ exactly. You know the old saying, ‘Be care…’”
“Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. I know that saying all right. So how does this de-wishing process work?”
“You have a choice. You can either leave things as they are, or you can go back to the way things were.”
This is it. What I’ve been hoping for all these long months. “Hmm. Which do I choose?”
“Sleep on it. Your true heart’s desire will reveal itself in the morning.”
“By the way, what is your name, kind turtle?”
“I already told you. My name is Frank.”
“What? Oh, yes. I guess in an unconventional way, you did.”
Ella thanked Frank, waved goodbye, and headed back to the castle. She quickly passed the king’s chambers and entered her sleeping area. It was a long boring day and she was ready for bed.
She awoke from a deep sleep to a screeching sound she hadn’t heard in forever.
“Cinderella! Get down here now and make us breakfast!”
“Oh no. I made a mistake. I don’t want this again. Please bring me back.”
Ella opened her eyes to the king’s face. He was nose to nose with her.
“Good morning, Sunshine. It’s wakey wakey time. You have a big day ahead of you.”
“Really? What do you have planned for me?” Ella sat up. She was excited at the prospect of an adventure.
“Well, you said you were bored, so I gave the chef and maids the day off. You get to take care of the whole castle. Isn’t that exciting? Enjoy your day, Love. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Frank!! Come back!”
Thank you for reading.
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