I’ve been a bit slack of late (well, perhaps the last 3 months to be exact) with my blog but I have been very busy with work, school and kids. I did, however, make some time to sew a skirt and do some writing! Susanna Leonard Hill’s writing competitions are always fun so I decided to join in and write a fractured fairy tale. Here are the rules:
Write a children’s story, in poetry or prose, maximum 400 words, that is a fractured fairy tale. Feel free to add a theme of spring, or mix in one of the spring holidays if you like – St. Patrick’s Day, April Fools Day, Easter or Passover, Arbor Day, Earth Day… Have fun with it! The madder* the better! 🙂
*as in wild and wacky, not angry 🙂
You do not have to include spring – that is optional.
The story can be a picture book or a short story – whatever you like.
If it’s a picture book, you may NOT include art notes, because we get into a weird area of whether that’s fair in terms of word count and added description etc. So if you write a picture book that’s wonderful, but make sure art notes aren’t necessary to understand it.
Title not included in word count.
And here’s my fractured fairy tale:
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Handsome and Gretchin
“Squish-a-licious,” said Winnie the witch, adding the finishing touches to her bubblegum bedspread. Her newly decorated Gingerbread House looked scrumptious.
She relaxed into her marshmallow recliner and was about to enjoy a hot cup of cocoa when there was a tap, tap, tap on her curly whirly window frame.
“Who’s that tapping on my window?” boomed the witch.
“Winnie Witch, Winnie Witch, let us come in,” replied Handsome and Gretchin.
“No!” said the witch. “Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin.”
“Then we’ll munch and we’ll crunch and we’ll eat your house down,” laughed the children.
“Scram, you brats,” screeched the witch, kicking open the door. The children hid behind the nearest lollipop.
As Winnie fluffed up her cotton candy cushions she heard a knock, knock, knock on her leather-strap liquorice door.
“Who’s that knocking on my door,” yelled the witch.
“Winnie Witch, Winnie Witch, let us come in,” replied Handsome and Gretchin.
“No!” said the witch. “Not by the wart on my nosey nose nose.”
“Then we’ll hack and we’ll snack and we’ll chomp your house down,” teased the children.
“Go away, you conniving cockroaches,” screamed the witch, chasing them down the peppermint path with her broomstick. Handsome and Gretchin ran into the woods.
Pleased, the old witch returned to her cottage and lay down for a snooze. She awoke to the sound of nibbling coming from her garden. She peered out the window and gasped, “My brand new chocolate rabbit! My freshly painted candy cane fence!”
Winnie the witch’s garden was in disarray. And smack bang in the middle was Handsome and Gretchin, wallowing in a large puddle of ooey gooey mess, chocolate dripping from their greedy mouths.
They looked at Winnie and smiled a wicked smile and Winnie knew what she must do.
With tears in her eyes Winnie called out, “Eat it, eat it all! I don’t care. But please don’t eat my flowerbeds. Those chocolate sprinkles are soooo expensive.”
Handsome and Gretchin’s eyes gleamed with mischief. They raced to the flowerbed and began cramming fistfuls of sprinkles into their mouths.
“Auugghh!” screeched Handsome, coughing and spluttering. “Those sprinkles taste like dirt.”
“That’s because it is dirt, you fools,” cackled the witch, hysterically.
Gretchin spat out her sprinkles and shrieked, “Eeek, a half eaten worm!”
The children ran home as fast as they could, leaving Winnie the Witch to snack happily ever after.
THE END
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