A while ago, I had to write a well known fairy tale in less than 100 words, but with a twist, as a project for school. This was the result:
Broken
Cold but soothing, the glass slipper was like silk on my skin. Luxurious things drifted past my eyes on clouds, as I imagined the life I would lead. Gazing into those chocolate eyes, my heart melted. Swimming in radiant thoughts. My brain sent a beaming smile to my lips; I realised the slipper fitted. Crash. The eyes shattered; the slipper splintered; my dreams disintegrated. Shivering, I pulled my ragged clothes closer - they didn't warm my heart from the icy mist. Suffocating, savage shadows danced on the extremity of my mind. Monstrous. The slipper didn't fit. I'm still a slave. Surprised?
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