WHAT IF?
Fairytale Madness BlogFest!
AUGUST 13th – 17th
Have you noticed that by changing one detail; one event, one character trait, one thought...you can completely alter the rest of the story?
For this bloghop we are exploring "What If?"
Not only do we want it to be fun, but it will hopefully be a fun writing exercise and make for some great reading during the hop!To enter: Think of your favorite "well known" fairytale and ask "What If…!"
Then, pick one of these four categories:
· Best Plot Twist - Cassie
· Best Comic Relief - Mark
Can you guess what team I picked? Go Team Cassie Mae!
Although mine could be either Plot Twist or Tragedy - I had to decide that it wouldn't be a tragedy without the plot twist first.
*whispering* Hey... pfft... I know I went over my 300 words. I couldn't help myself.
Here we go!!!
Stiltskin and the Baby
The night was chilled with the impeding storm. She sat by the fire, swaying and chanting. His arrival was known even before he forced open the door.
“You wretched girl! What have you done to me?” His belly gorged with life.
“Did you not say, Mr. Stiltskin, that you wanted my first born?” A wicked smile burned across the face of the girl who spun straw into gold.
She sauntered over to the old tramp who now supporting his arms on his hips. “This is not what I meant!” He bellowed.
“I recently had summoned a man-caller,” the burn of her smile grew, “and oh what a man,” she paused at his ear, “you get my meaning.”
Her breath sent shivers down his spine. “You have to help me get it out you witch! After all – I did do you a favor once.”
“A favor? Ha! You blackmailed me but you silly little troll. Next time make sure you know which devil you’re making a deal with.”
Dear Mr. Rumpelstiltskin felt the pang of her baby kick his womb. “Oh!” he moaned. And with that he ran into the Dark Forest.
She laughed her way to the door knowing he wouldn’t make it very far. “Grimm!” She called.
Her large mastiff marched to her side and nuzzled his nose in her hip. “Grimm, follow.” She commanded.
*****
Stiltskin ran as hard as he could, knowing he wouldn’t make it very far. The girl he once knew was nothing more than a girl. Right?
Stupid him. He knew one day his trickery on others would be his undoing. He never thought it would be like this though. He needed help. There was no way this baby could be delivered – naturally. Bile rose in his throat from the thought.
Another kick from the creature inside sent him to his knees. Oh the agony and pain.
He knew what he had to do.
His knife felt familiar yet alien in his hands. I have to do this. I can do this.
“No need,” the girl’s voice purred from the shadows.
His back stiffened with fear.
“Grimm, lay him down please.” The dog pulled Stiltskin by his collar so his bare belly faced the sky.
“No please!” Mr. Skin begged. Grimm slammed his paw down on the old man’s face, shutting him up for the last time.
He squirmed as only the meager troll could but the girl was determined to get which that she desired. He felt the tug of the knife and then the wail of a baby.
“There, there,” the girl crooned. “Why Mr. Stiltskin you’re the surrogate of a beautiful baby girl.”
The world was slipping from him now, “baby girl” was all he heard right before –
“Grimm, eat.”
*****
Finally the girl had her child as expected, although she wanted a boy. Her daughter will grow up strong and wise and no man will take her from her mother like her father did.
“I think I’ll call you Maleficent.”
