Fairytales aren't realCinderella is one of those people that, if she even existed, you would either love or hate. Just like Marmite. Because the thing is, she has such a perfect life that it could make you sick! End of. Now, you either learn to live with this or not. To be honest, I don't think I'd be able to last two minutes with her rambling on about how her Prince Charming and her Castle and her..........Look, I can't stand this crap any longer, so here goes..... Cinderella doesn't...
Chapter One:
Mother screamed at me. "Devil Child!Devil Child!" each word felt like a stab in the heart. "How dare you!" She grabbed at my clothes and started to lash out at me, thumping me painfully. “Devil child”, she screeched, over and over again until she’d beaten to life out of me. I lay there, motionless, my heart pounding against my chest. Narla poked her head around the door, her eyes wide and scared. "Mother? May you please read me a bedtime story?" she asked hopefully, but Mother...
Prologue
Sar glanced over at the blackboard, his head hurting. Shafts of bright sunlight shone through the canopy of trees that covered his head and a beam was shining straight onto the blackboard. All the words were jumbled up in his head, making it feel like an impossible jigsaw puzzle. Jas nudged him, his forehead creased. "Don't you understand it?"
Sar shook his head sadly and took one last look at the blackboard, before slumping back in his seat, defeated. I am the chosen one, he...
Zenda
Nian wallked steadily to the door. He grasped the handle and turned it. The door creaked open and Nian peered around the door anxiously. The Shack had been alone since Nian and his father had moved to the Spirit's home in mourning of his dead mother,and now they were back. Nian noticed that dust had settled quite happily upon the varoius shelves and tables. Apart from the dust, everything was how they'd left it, but Nian wasn't glad to be home. His Father's...
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