Have you noticed that by changing one detail; one event, one character trait, one thought…you can completely alter the rest of the story?
For this bloghop we are exploring "What If?"
Not only do we want it to be fun, but it will hopefully be a fun writing exercise and make for some great reading during the hop!
Think of your favorite "well known" fairytale and ask "What If…!"
Then, pick one of these four categories:
· Best Plot Twist
· Best Love Story
· Best Tragedy
· Best Comic Relief
· Post your story during the week of August 13 to 17.
· Flash Fiction – 300 WORD MAX. (You don't have to tell the whole story in three hundred words. Pick what works to illustrate your point.)
“Why shouldn’t I see inside the little room? Why? Why is it forbidden?” Well, she thought about it so much that she ended up bursting with curiosity, until one day she opened the door and walked into the little room… Of all ghastly horrors! Inside, hanging on the walls were the bodies of Bluebeard’s wives: he had strangled them all with his own hands!
My story continues from this point onwards… it weighs in at approx. 178 words…
* * * * * *
She heard a faint moan…
It was Catherine… what on earth was she doing here? She was barely alive!
Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to her side… she began to devise a plot…
Bluebeard returned from his travels.
They sat down to feast.
An eerie sound echoed through the ground floor corridor.
Bluebeard rushed to the armoury.
There upon the floor, lay Catherine, wife number six, the most recent victim.
Elizabeth lunged at him from behind. Catherine sprang from the floor and delivered a blow to his left cheek with a hammer.
They stripped him, gagged him, tied him up, cut off his famous beard and put it into a pouch. They dragged his unconscious body, to place it in the cramped room, alongside the corpses of his former wives, locked the door and disposed of the key.
Later, the two women stood in front of the ancient fireplace.
"What took you so long?"
"I had to wait for Bluebeard to be called away, so that I could get my hands on the keys," Elizabeth answered.
"Well… you came in the nick of time."
"Yes, all's well that ends well," Elizabeth smiled as she turned her back and slipped the pouch into her pocket.
Catherine thought about the wealthy king, Bluebeard's neighbour and arch enemy, who was in search of a courageous queen…
"The king will be impressed," Elizabeth emptied the powdery contents of the vial into a goblet, and handed it over to Catherine.
"The estate can be restored to our Master, and there is the matter of the handsome reward…" Catherine sighed as she placed the goblet to her lips…