The Price of Fear
The princess was happy. She was playing, swathed in a cloak of fairies, crowned as an elven queen, infinite dreams at her fingertips.
The girl shrieked in glee and flung her arms wide. Her doll, the doll she'd had for years, flew up, up, and then crashed back down. The porcelain face shattered, tiny brittle fragments bleeding across the tiles, her cloth body collapsing with the weight of the girl's fear.
'Yes!' she cried. 'I shall rule! I shall bow to no man! I will be free!'
The doll was dead, defeated, vanquished.
And the princess revelled in her power.
- Category: Myths, Legends & Fables
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Jamie Clapperton almost 4 years ago
'The doll she'd had for years.' Gives a real sense this is a pivotal moment. What will she become?
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Andrew Pettigrew almost 4 years ago
*Dramatic voice* Keep tuned and the mystery shall be unveiled... :)
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Neville Hunt almost 4 years ago
Love the ‘tiny brittle fragments bleeding across the tiles’ and the whole concept of ‘collapsing with the weight of the girl’s fear’. Sparkling writing Andrew. Can’t wait for more...
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Christopher almost 4 years ago
Great start. Curious to see where this goes.
