~Ashenpuddle: Part 6~

ashenpuddle part 6

Once I had made my appearance known, I didn’t know what to say. There was so much I could say, and so much I didn’t know how to say.

He looked at me in a little confusion and a little bit of snide.

“Can,” I said, coughing from the hot smoke, “Can you stop for a moment?”

“No,” he replied, not blinking or changing his stare.

Then it all came. That’s what happens when you’re a woman, I think. Woman can travail under heavy burdens with quiet hearts, but we must cry sometimes, to ease the pain of it. Even if nobody listens, we must cry every now in then. And so the gush of tears came like a tornado. I couldn’t stop the tears. I was so young, so naive, so childlike. And with the gush of tears came tangled words as I tried to tell him all, hoping he could help me somehow.

His face was as blank as it was before, once I had finished.

He began to get back to his work, as if he had never heard me.

“Won’t you help me?” I pleaded, the tears beginning again, “Please, please.”

No answer.

“Can’t you see the sky up there, and realize it’s not a sky at all! It’s water, and fishes and ponds and weeds. Can’t you see it?”

He finally looked over at me again, and then peered out of the window, into the above. He glanced at me oddly, and then went back to his work.

“What’s WRONG with you?” I scolded in desperation, and then felt very ashamed of my crossness.

“Nothing’s wrong with me,” he said finally. “Look, I tell you what. I feel sorry for you. Go up that path,” he gestured, “and keep on going. Before nightfall, you’ll find somewhere to sleep, someone to take care of you. You’ll feel better after food and sleep, I think.”

“But don’t you understand–”

But he didn’t understand. Back to his work again in a world I didn’t know.

Who did he work for? He said there were more people. Someone somewhere could help me, I was sure.

He wouldn’t listen to me anymore. Never had I met a man so obstinate. Finally, with sadness, I left the cabin. A bird flew to me, and sat on my shoulder. With it my journey might not seem so lonesome, I thought, but immediately after thinking it, the bird flew away.

~Between The Lines Of Ashenpuddle: Escape From The Wicked Knight: An Author’s Note~

Ummmmm.

This is not the next part of the story, exactly.

Yes, this is the author again. I’ve got a bit of “clearing up” to do, as it were.

I know, I know. It’s a fairy tale. Authors don’t just pop in and out of chapters like little grasshoppers. Especially not in fairy tales. Why, in the world of fairy tales, the stories and books might as well have written themselves, for no one thinks of the author twice.

Ironically, this is my second appearance.

And I’m wasting time again, talking about what really doesn’t matter, and not focusing on what does.

It’s Ashenpuddle’s hair.

That’s what I’m writing about, that’s what really matters.

And on top of that she’s now got a crown in part 5 . And she’s changed her dress. WHERE did she get all these things? Was it her fairy god mother?

Ehhh, and so here comes the truth. I’ve been hiding it from NYT, and other various news sites.

Reporters have been simply nagging me about the costume mess up, and I’ve tried to keep things quiet.

But, I’m ready to go public.

The Cinderella Doll (she plays Ashenpuddle) was on a trip. She really was on a trip with Charming.
She said she wouldn’t know when she would be back, but that her sister Aurora (known to some as the Sleeping Beauty Doll) did not currently have a part and would be willing to play her double.

What could I do?

Force the happy bride away from Charming, and make happily ever after not so happy after all?

No, no. I couldn’t do that. It might have been a bad decision as the producer/author/director/costume designer/makeup artist/photographer/advertiser/and so forth, but it was the best decision I could have made as a person.

Now before everyone gets a hold of this story, and gives Cinderella Doll and Charming a bad rap, or even Sleeping Beauty Doll a bad rap, WAIT JUST A MINUTE.

Grimm Blogger company thinks that Sleeping Beauty Doll is doing a FANTASTIC job portraying Ashenpuddle.

In our opinion, things couldn’t have gone better. It would have been nicer if Cinderella Doll hadn’t taken the dress that she wore in part 4 with her on the trip, but besides that, things are going quite well.

So it really is your decision to make.

Are the children content with the pictures? Are you readers content with the pictures?

I know that’s the only thing that truly is important in this case.

So.

Now you have it. And don’t twist my words, reporters, I’ve told what I’ve told here.

Thanks for listening.

–The Author

p.s. No, Cinderella Doll is not back yet.

Ashenpuddle: Escape From The Wicked Knight: Part 5

Alright, readers! Yes, this is the author here! It HAS been forever since I have written, and forever is much too long! I cannot apologize enough for NOT WRITING! It truly is a crime to leave a story hanging in the balance! Will you forgive me?

Coming back from forever-land, and continuing the story, here is …

Oh wait. 

I have been a little creative with the categories, and am now doing 1 category=1 story, that way no story will be LOST in the archives! Oh no! That would be dreadful! So, say, if you want to read our Rapunzel story, look for the story title in categories.

Alright, I’m not talking about this anymore. Without further ado, and no more interruptions, here is (finally!)…

~PART 5~

ashenpuddle part 5

My mother had once told me that she had never known me  to be afraid of anything. She said when I was a child, I would run in front of the horses, or play with a wild dog, or nearly run into the fire without a second thought of what might happened. Now I heard a tapping in a nearby cottage, in a world so foreign from my own, and I wasn’t frightened. My curiosity was at its finest peak. Someone must be in that cottage who could help me.

Maybe I would never see Charming again, if no one would help me. That thought chilled my bones, I needed to find my husband.

The cottage looked very inviting as well. The warm puffs of smoke made me realize how truly cold I was.
I went to the door and  knocked. The knock echoed across the forest, and slowly the door opened. I barely hesitated before I walked inside the empty cottage.

The inside was warm, and dense with grey clouds. I followed the smoke, for I heard noise inside the cottage.

A man! A human being! In this upside down world, humans truly existed! I looked at him through the eye-watering smoke. He was tall and somewhat thin, and his angular profile hid beneath a raven black beard.

“Excuse me,” I said very quietly.

He obviously hadn’t heard. He seemed to be a blacksmith, and he was cooling hot iron in a tub of water, which created the steamy smoke.

“Excuse me!” I said again, this time almost shouting. He finally turned around, and I saw his dark beady eyes.