TANGLED

For this challenge, choose a fairy tale/fable that is familiar to you, whether you love or hate it – and REWRITE some aspect, element. 

You have a week to consider and respond to this challenge. When done, please link up by creating a pingback and enter your response on the official linky site. Please include the tags Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Fairy Tale/Tale Weaver Prompt in your responses. And finally, somewhere in your post, not necessarily in the story, character sketch, poem, but as a note/reference, please name the tale or fable that has inspired you, just in case you end up happily running off on some tangent that is so far removed from the original that we are left wondering at what inspired your genius!

 

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TANGLED

There once was a spinster who had long in vain wished for a child.

She helped a young couple from financial ruin in exchange for adopting their first child, a girl.

She was very protective of the child , named her Tangled and she seldom let her speak to anyone.

Tangled was very lonely and spent long hours singing in her room, which could be heard when passing her house. One day Jonathan heard Tangled’s beautiful voice and ventured to speak with her.  He went to her bedroom window and they secretly had long conversations.

They decided to marry, so he took a ladder, propped it against the house and was going to rescue her, but the old spinster discovered the ladder and caused it to collapse bringing the ladder and Jonathan to the ground.

The spinster took Tangled to another country and left her to fend for herself all alone.

Jonathan had injured himself badly from the fall and spent many years being treated by various doctors.  He even traveled to other countries seeking professional care.

One afternoon,  while being treated at a hospital, Jonathan looked up and was staring in Tangled’s beautiful blue eyes.

Tangled treated his injury with her special medical skills and Jonathan made a full recovery.

They married and lived a very long and happy life together.

This story is modern rewrite  on the Fairy Tale….Rapunzel

Written for:https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/21/twft-prompt-april-21-2016-rewrite/

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

THE DEAD BODY

SIX SENTENCE STORIES…  RIGHT

Woman, Portrait, Appearance, Face

The Dead Body

“Alfred, I said to turn to the right, not left!”

“How can you be so sure it was a dead body when it was so dark outside?”

“Alfred, I know a dead body when I see one, and my flashlight was working just fine.”

“Maybe you just got scared because you couldn’t get your car started right away and your imagination started to run away with you!”

“Nothing ran away with me, Alfred, and I’ll prove it to you because I see it over there by that old trash bin.”

“I see the body and I was right, your imagination did run away with you because it’s a discarded mannequin and she has beautiful hair!”  Alfred said as he laughed hysterically.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

SPECIAL FRIENDS

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 04-19 through 04-25-2016

This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!

Special Friends

“Marcy, why is Ethel acting weird, like she has splinters in the windmills of her mind?”  Todd questioned.

” No splinters, Todd, just can’t get herself together since her father died.  They were so close and now, she has no one!”

“She does have a brother, but he lives in the Bahamas and she saw him briefly when he came to their father’s funeral six months ago. “

“Why doesn’t she spend some time with him, she has two weeks of vacation coming up?”

“She can’t afford it.  There is very little money left from her pay after she pays her rent, utilities and food.”

“I’m having another get-together this Friday night after work.  Can you get our group together?” Todd asked.

“Sure, I’ll be happy to.”

Everyone came, but Ethel.  She had to work that night.

Each person contributed to a special fund for their friend Ethel so she could spend two weeks with her brother.

Crying with gratefulness, Ethel told them it was the most thoughtful gift she had ever received.

Words (173)

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

REMARKABLE EXPERIENCE

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 04-12 through 04-18-2016

This week’s photo prompt is provided by BarbCT/Knotholes and Textures. Thank you Barb!

Remarkable Experience

“Sadie, what was one of your most remarkable experiences?”  Shelby asked.

“Oh! Without a doubt, it was my first date with Monroe!”

“Tell me about it.”

“I wanted everything  perfect that night and when my shoe strap came loose, he was right there to fix it and he handled my awkward situation perfectly.”

“He was gentle in adjusting the strap, and seemed quite concerned that I may have fallen and injured myself.”

“I was thinking the evening started off badly, but he proved me wrong.”

“The entire night was unbelievable!  We talked and laughed, danced, ate a very delicious meal and he was a complete gentleman the entire evening.”

“When he took me home, he walked me to my front door, gave me a gentle kiss and handed me a red rose. He told me he wished all his dates could be as wonderful as the one we had.”

“We got married four months later and have been very happy for thirty years now.”

Words ( 158)

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

THE SLIDE

Six Sentences Stories…..Last

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 The Slide

Leslie drove her car carefully down the mountain.

The road had snow and ice on it and it was beginning to get dark outside.

Her car ran over a tree branch, and began sliding toward the edge of the mountainside causing the back tires to slide off the road.

She tried desperately to open her car door, but it would not open and her car continued to slide down.

A truck came around the corner, stopped, and a man got out and raced over to Leslie’s car.

He opened the door as it continued to slide down the mountain and at the last-minute, he pulled her out before her car slid down the mountainside.

SAVED

Three Lines 3 Tales

Thank you so much to the lovely Sonya from 100 words or Less for hosting this prompt.

Jessie Orrico

SAVED

I see the gleam in her eyes as she looks at me.

The decision was done.

I was the chosen one, and repaired, so she could fulfill her dream of becoming a great pianist.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

ZOWIE’S BUTTERCUP MEMORIES

 

Picture Prompt #53 and Retro TBP

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 Zowie’s Buttercup Memories

Zowie, I’m so sad today.  I love this place and there are so many wonderful memories here.

We walked these fields and our favorite place, of course, is right here in the middle of these beautiful yellow buttercups.

I know, they are your favorite color.  Yes, I realize I am smashing a lot of them down while lying here, but they will recover, unlike my broken heart!

Life will be very different without Jodie around.  Remember when she first saw us?  She was actually scared of us, being a city gal and all.  But, once she got to know us, we helped her adjust to the farm life and our days were filled with fun and laughter

Now, she will go off to college and won’t be around anymore.

What will happen now, Zowie?  You’ve been gone for a couple of years now, but we still talk.

I know, I actually do all the talking, just like I’ve always done.

What?  Another foster child is coming!

I’m excited!  Yes, Yes, I will share our favorite place with her.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

POLITICAL CORRECTNESS BITES AGAIN

POLITICAL CORRECTNESS BITES AGAIN

Many times the contribution that volunteers make are jeopardized by petty, petulant and vindictive remarks and unfortunately, society encourages this with their “politically correct” attitude.

Often times this type of treatment is unjust and it can affect a huge amount of lives, as was the case of one line dancing instructor’s decision to resign recently due to an anonymous complaint against her.

Someone voiced a complaint and she was given the instruction to watch what she said.  It was not made clear to her how she had offended them or who she offended.

The tolerance that these voices claim for themselves show a lack of tolerance when  opposing opinions are given.

It is clear that a person who has served this community as a volunteer for so many years without one single complaint against them deserves more respect.

I question the direction in which our society is going and feel everyone has a right to have their voice  heard.  However, that does not mean one or a select few can impose unreasonable constraints on the majority of people.

I believe if this type of practice continues there will be more volunteers who will be resigning and many more may refuse to volunteer if  required to use “politically correctness.” This, of course, includes all types of volunteers .  These are the people who help keep the costs down so we can enjoy this great community we live in.

Everyone needs to join in changing the direction in which a select few in our society are causing us to go.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

THE OLD WOMAN

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 04-05 through 04-11-2016

This week’s photo prompt is provided by pixabay.com.

THE OLD WOMAN

“Is this the house?”  Rob asked.

“Yes, Steel answered.  “It looks like the colored photo the old woman was showing her friend on the bus.  Here’s the key behind this red foliage.”

Rob and Steel entered the house, put several items in a bag, then began opening the safe with a blowtorch to avoid setting off the alarm.

Suddenly, the front door opened and there stood the old woman who was on the bus.

Rob and Steel started running passed her but she kicked Rob with her foot, sped around and gave Steel a karate chop, and quickly pulled her gun out and pointed  it  at them.

Seconds later, the police came in and arrested Rob and Steel.

Detective Ralph Smart removed his old woman disguise and said everyone in the neighborhood would be so relieved to learn of the arrests.

Words (140)

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

PATIENCE

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

Jhardy

PATIENCE

“Look at this place!  The building is old and empty, the grass never gets cut, and no one ever comes around anymore,” Barker grumbled.

“Don’t fret so much!  You know things are always changing.  One day somebody will buy this place and fix it up real nice,” Rooten said.

“Do you think so?”

“Sure!  Look at us, right now we are as bad as that building and are contributing to the ugliness.  However, when spring comes our leaves will return and we will be beautiful again.

Just be patient, there will always be changes in our life!

Words (98)

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved