Ashenpuddle: Escape From The Wicked Knight: PART 3


When I awoke, it was dawn. I stepped out of the carriage, and the morning dew wet my slippers. A doe and yearling sprinted away, and a rabbits hopped after them as I got out. My eyes were sticky with drying tears, and I wiped them with the edge of my skirt. It was not a very princess-like thing to do, but who did it matter who I was now? I was lost in a dark forest, and was alone. I decided to walk back where the carriage seemed to have come from. I hoped the trail would leave me home. A flock of ravens flew above me as I began my journey. I walked for miles, until I found a stream. I followed the stream, hoping it would lead me to a town.  It seemed that the stream danced and ran for miles, and miles, without leading to any place of importance. Finally, I heard a noise. It was not the noise of bramble, animals, my shoes or anything like that at all. It was the sound of a hammer. The tap of the hammer was so very faint that I thought it may have only been fancy. I kneeled down by the stream, and took a great sip of cold, fresh water. “TAP, TAP, TAP.” I was sure that I was hearing a hammer, but from where? “TAP, TAP,” it went again. Surely, a man was hammering somewhere. The ravens began to swirl in circles in the air, and their great wings made a terrible sound that made me jump. The jump made me lose my balance, and I slipped into the stream. Cold, sweet water that smelled like daisies splashed in my face, and I started crawling back on dry ground. Just as I was doing that, something cold and strong gripped my ankle, and the more I struggled, the more I was pulled into the water. “Help!” I screamed, but nobody heard.


Ashenpuddle The Sequel: Escape From The Wicked Knight: Part 2


                 I had fallen asleep when it happened, so I do not know how it began. But, when I awoke there was screaming, and I realized there were bandits attacking the carriage.  Within moments of my realizing this, the horses shrieked, and the coach tipped. All the doors burst opens, and the robbers were everywhere like little ants in their bed.

“Listen!” Charming whispered in my ear so quickly. He grasped my hand, and continued. But before he could finish, the arrows were facing in the coach door, and a gruff voice said, “Take the passengers out!”

I stared at Charming’s distraught face with worry, and as a robber began pulling us out, and our hands released from each other’s grip.

Horses galloped away, and when I stood outside the carriage, Charming was gone. Only a few robbers remained.

Our trunks were on the forest floor, opened and gone through. A robber came and ripped the pearl necklace from my neck, and then, after they had taken all they wanted, I was left alone with the broken carriage, in the dark forest.

It had all happened so suddenly, I did not know what to do. I collapsed on the earthen floor, not caring about the mud that soiled my dress, and started to cry.

The sun had gone down by the time my eyes had dried. I walked to the carriage, and slept inside.

Ashenpuddle The Sequel: Escape From The Wicked Knight: Chapter One



It had only been a month ago when I rode a pumpkin carriage to the royal ball. Few weeks had passed when I first danced with the prince, who swept me off my feet. Even fewer weeks had passed since I had lost my slipper, and by that very shoe the prince found me. And only days had drifted by since our wedding. When I was a girl, they called me Daisy. When my mother died, and my father remarried, my stepmother and step sisters called me Ashenpuddle because of the ashes I would sweep from the fire. But now I was the princess, and whatever name came after that was of small consequence.

Now, as I looked out the palace window, I had something to really look forward to. Charming, my husband, was going to take me on a trip in honor of our wedding. The destination was a surprise, and all I had to do, he said, was to get in the coach when the time came. I smiled. Never in all my life had I experienced such luxuries. Instead of a dirty kitchen, food was brought to me in my own bed room. Instead of small little gardens, Charming gave me a whole forest that I could visit whenever I wanted. He would surprise me with flowers and candies, and all me his little princess.

Just as I thought of these things, my maid entered the room.

“All ready, deary?” she asked me affectionately as she smoothed the wrinkles out of my dress.

“Oh, Iris!” I exclaimed happily, throwing my arms around her neck, “I’m so happy! It’s all a dream, isn’t it? I’m not really here, am I?”

“Oh, dear, Princess!” the old servant cackled awkwardly, smiling a little, “Don’t move so hastily, you WILL tear your gown.”

I adjusted myself accordingly. It was so hard being a princess!

“Now,” she continued briskly, “I have the luggage all ready, and in the coach. One of the younger maids will attend to you on the trip, I’m not as young as I used to be.” I smiled, and she nodded. “Young Charming did select a very good wife,” she mumbled with satisfaction.

I was escorted to the royal carriage by a host of footmen. Charming smiled at me as I entered, and the horses began to trot.

“My little princess,” he smiled.

“Prince Charming,” I blushed.

“Faster, driver, faster,” he called to the driver, who began to tell the horses.

“I’m so happy,” I told him, and so I was. I had no idea what was going to happen next. No idea at all.








Cinderella (Grimm’s Fairy Tales – 22)

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A rich man’s wife became sick, and when she felt that her end was drawing near, she called her only daughter to her bedside and said, “Dear child, remain pious and good, and then our dear God will always protect you, and I will look down on you from heaven and be near you.” With this she closed her eyes and died.

The girl went out to her mother’s grave every day and wept, and she remained pious and good. When winter came the snow spread a white cloth over the grave, and when the spring sun had removed it again, the man took himself another wife.

This wife brought two daughters into the house with her. They were beautiful, with fair faces, but evil and dark hearts. Times soon grew very bad for the poor stepchild.

“Why should that stupid goose sit in the parlor with us?” they said…

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A Visit to Cinderella’s House (sneak peak)

A Visit to Cinderella's House (sneak peak)

Poor Cinderella! She can’t decide which dress to wear on her honeymoon with Prince Charming! Help Cinderella pick which dress to wear, and then see it in the story!