Gotta love this story from heylookawriterfellow. Here is Goldilocks like you’ve never seen her before. Totally made my day.
If you really love it, head over to http://susannahill.blogspot.com/ to vote for it in the March Madness Writing Contest.
XO Laurel Leigh
The theme of this one is a Fractured Fairy Tale in 400 words or less.
“Someone has been sleeping in my bed!” exclaimed Papa Bear.
“Someone has been sleeping in my bed!” exclaimed Mama Bear.
“Someone has been sleeping in my bed!” exclaimed Baby Bear. “And there she is!”
At that, Goldilocks awoke with a shriek, jumped out the window, and ran away as fast as she could.
But it wasn’t fast enough. Before she could disappear into the forest, a large hand clamped down on her shoulder and slapped on the cuffs.
The man was in uniform. He scowled at Goldilocks and spoke into his crackling walkie talkie. “I got her,” he growled. “I’ll be downtown in ten.”
Then he turned to Golidlocks. “You’re…
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Based on the Likes count, I wasn’t the only one who adored this merry tale from Naomi Baltuck of the marvelous pictures and words blog Writing Between the Lines. If you, like a few of her readers including me, just have to know what happened to the farmer’s daughter after the main story concludes, read through the comments to find out from Naomi what happened later! BTW: Naomi uses her own photo art on her blog. I found the below pic by Googling on milk maids (oh my, there are a lot less tame pics that come up). Enjoy!
A little while ago I came upon Naomi Baltuck’s blog, Writing Between the Lines. She tells amazing stories with photos and words and I’ve been meaning to reblog her but have had a hard time picking which one to use! Tempest in a Teapot features a house with two front doors that is delightfully Neil Gaimon-esque, so this is the one I chose. I also love her pics of Manhatten and Mexico. Be forewarned, you could get lost in this blog for a while! XO Laurel Leigh
When my daughter Bea and I were in England, I took her to the picturesque little town of Rye.
Rye was a Cinque Port, charged in 1155 by Royal Charter to provide ships for the royal navy, and rewarded with tax-exempt status and other privileges.
Rye was situated on the coast until The Great Storm of 1287 silted the harbor, and transformed the coastal port into a river port, two miles inland.
The town’s history is colorful, with smuggling, and raids by and against the French, just across the Channel. It’s also said to be the most haunted town in England. There’s the ghost of the girl who fell in love with a smuggler and was murdered by him for her indiscretion. Turkey Cock Lane is haunted by the ghost of the monk bricked up alive behind a wall for trying to elope with a local lass. The mysterious boy…
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Dear Writers: Glancing at the title of this blog from A Wilderness of Words, I assumed it would be a romp through Shakespeare, which of course sounds interesting anytime. Instead, this Puck is his own person, beautifully described by his sister. Saying more would give away too much, so I’ll just say I’ve read it three times and it’s a piece of writing that sticks with me for a few different reasons.