Chapter Three

1. And she did leave for the ball.

2. And when she did enter, she was astounded greatly. And, lo, the prince was dismissing many a young princess.

3. And as she did enter, Solomon was also astounded. And walked up to her, and dIanced with her.

4. But as he was about to marry her, lo, the clock struck twelve.

5. And she did run, and tripped down a step. And lost an glass slipper,

6. And she ran to her carriage, and did get in, but all was gone, in the twinkling of an eye.

Chapter Two

1. And Cinderella worked diligently. And inquired of Abigail if she might go to the ball, too.

2. And Abigail sought for an answer. And Myra delivered one unto her, and said, shall a scullery maid go to the ball? Yea, even Cinderella? Nay, but she shall have more work to do and then she cannot go.

3. And Abigail thought on these things, and, lo, she decided upon this thing.

The Book of Cinderella

Chapter One

1. Now, in the reign of David, King of Israel, there was born unto Peleth, son of Gireal, Gimael, and unto Gimael was born Ahazael,

2. And unto Ahazael was born Nun,

3. And unto Nun was born Kish.

4. Now unto Kish was born a daughter of a fair countenance whose name was Leah, and after his wife had died, he remarried.

5. Now, in the fourth month, Kish took to wife Abigail, the daughter of Seth;

6. And Abigail had borne a daughter whose countenance was ugly, and her name was Myra.

Chapter three.

Chapter 2

(Written by Me, Kassady)

Amy stood a gape, as a man stood in front of her, that looked as if he had just came from the set of Lord of the Rings.

"Who...who" she stammered, "Listen"Amy said shakily, "This game your playing... its not funny any more. Just stop, okay?"

The weirdo glared at her, his hair falling into his face, making his face look fierce and mysterious, "Who are you? And where am I?" he asked, still glaring at her.

The shadows sweep

And shadows fall

Across the weeping sky

Eyes as black as a devil’s soul

Through clouds of smoke did peer

A lady in peril and he was bound

Not by honor, not by fear, but by magic

To help the lady, dear

With a single sweep he broke the bonds that bound

The lady, dear

One might say it was ironic, but he did not find it funny.

The wind swept over hallowed ground as darkness lay upon the earth. How ironic that his last glimpse of freedom was a graveyard.

Her hand was cold in his. He looked into her icy cold eyes and knew what he felt must be true.  The only human he'd ever loved had bound him into servitude.

~For the Theme of Spring, a Mysterious Jar

You’re spinning by 

Too fast for me to hold you 

My arms are reaching, my hands are grasping

You’re passing me by my fingertips

You are glowing,

Glowing like the moon is within your skin

You laugh and pass me by

Like mist in the hills

There mist lays white-brushed clouds  

Yet it’s unreachable

Your wings are silver

Glimmering like a fish’s tail 

   These, and the last couple of fairy tales I've been posting, are for a comilation entitled, "Ordinary Tales of Extraordinary Nature." Of late, I have been annoyed at the lack of good fantasy in the writing sphere of today (excluding AP, of course!), so these little stories are my response to the listless and dark fantasies you find in a bookstore. My tales, like E. Nesbit's short fairy stories, may or may not have a moral; however, I wouldn't wish my morals to be apparent, for when I was a child, I hated when someone was trying to teach me something.