Tuesday, January 1, 2013 | By: Brianna

Challenge Day 1

Here it is, the first day of 2013, and the first day of my daily writing challenge!  I'm super excited to see what comes from this, especially since I'll also be continuing my Poem-A-Day Project until further notice.  So here we go: Day 1: Re-write a classic fairy tale.  Unfortunately because I happen to be starting off this year with a little bit of scatter-brainedness, it's more going to be a collection of scraps of re-written classic fairy tales.  YAY!


Belle sat alone on the floor in the castle's exquisite library, surrounded by a circle of open books, all of them untouched.  Instead, she had her laptop sitting on top of a short stack of books, and she was typing away on a review for Amazon's Kindle posted as "RosesThorn":

...coldly lit screens imitating the old pages that inspired them.  Their memory stores entire libraries within their sleek frame, but I am constantly drawn to paper.  It's so much more difficult to literarily eavesdrop when I'm looking over the shoulders of e-readers and every page looks alike.  There are no covers to judge on these books, which I guess is a good lesson for society to learn, but still.  How many phrases go by the wayside when books become endangered?  What happens to libraries?  Will they become museums?  I don't understand why someone would need to carry an entire library with them when they can only read one book at a time anyway.  Carrying actual books, and you can really alternate if you must.

She felt rather strongly about this.  Belle brought a finger to her chin, looking critically at that last sentence and shaking her head.

"Belle, that one's not going to work," she mumbled to herself, hitting the 'delete' key and starting over on that last sentence.

As she pondered what she could replace that last clunky sentence with, her Facebook flashed a notification. Belle navigated to the tab that held open Facebook and scrolled her feed to find the post.  It was from her father, tagging her.

So sick.  My only consolation is I got to see my Belle one last time.

Belle's eyes widened and she stifled a short sob.  Not only because of her father's sickness, but because of the sentence fragment.


Rapunzel's favorite thing in the world was pizza.  Unfortunately, the tower in which she lived was not conducive to making pizza if only because the one time that she tried...her mother had not been very happy because it had gotten close to burning down the place.  That might have been due to the fact that she didn't own a pizza stone, but she wasn't really thinking.

So the only way she could possibly get her pizza fix was by ordering delivery.  Every single day.

"Yeah, it's me again.  I'm the one in the tower.  Can I get a Hawaiian pizza today?  And a new take-out menu, because the one I had fell out of the tower and it didn't really end well," Rapunzel said, chattering into her brand new smartphone, the one she got for Christmas.  "Absolutely bacon is okay, is that even a question?  You can send your usual delivery guy, he knows what to do.  Thanks!"

Rapunzel did a little dance around her tower, rejoicing in the imminent arrival of pizza.


And that's all I've got right now aside from the idea of Snow White running a dwarf brothel which just might show up in a poem one day just because that idea amuses me.

“If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.” 
- Albert Einstein


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