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Monday, November 03, 2008


this story is my attempt at nanowrimo... I definitely won't write 50,000 words this month, but I may (possibly) get a readable story at the end of November. :)

Arabella Rosemarie Nicolette Gardenia Petunia Angelica Fink woke up one morning and decided she was sick and tired of being a princess. As she snuggled into the soft blankets of her diamond encrusted bed, she thought bitterly about her unfortunate life. It had all gone wrong from the start, Arabella reflected. In the first place, one of the royal seamstresses had made her christening gown too small so when it came time for the royal baby to be dressed for the christening, the dress refused to button. Instead of the exquisite pearl - embroidered christening gown, Arabella had to wear Queen Mother's old white blouse which looked ridiculous on her. All that could be seen of the royal baby was her chubby hands, poking out of the sleeves. Arabella knew it looked ridiculous and started to cry at the top of her lungs, to the horror of all the royal family and all the distinguished guests.

After the christening service it was time for the fairies to present their gifts to the princess. Unfortunately, these fairies were rather dim - witted and as they had already bestowed on all seven of Arabella's brothers and sister gifts like beauty, grace, courage, cleverness and boring things like that, they couldn't think of anything else to give the last princess. All the guests waited and gossiped and fought, and all the royal family were tearing their hair out and slapping the Royal Councillor and biting each other's noses, but not one of the eleven fairies showed up.
The queen wept onto the king's epaulets and blew her nose into her lacy handkerchief, and the king started to get annoyed. Pounding his golden cane onto the floor he proclaimed a $1,000 reward to anyone who could report the whereabouts of the fairies.
As everyone knows, fairies are very good at making themselves invisible. No one saw the fairies again until everyone had forgotten about the whole issue.

Arabella, however, had not escaped getting the hereditary good looks from her family. All her four sisters were tall and slim and beautiful as the day and all her three brothers were tall, dark and melancholic. In fact, they were everything that princes and princesses should be.

Arabella paused in the middle of these thoughts, and throwing the blankets on to the floor, she jumped out of bed and walked sedately over to the huge mirror on the wall. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, tell me, who's the prettiest of us all?" queried Arabella. "You are of course, silly." Quoth the mirror. Arabella grinned wickedly. Twisting her hair into a big knot, she grabbed a pair of scissors and hacked off her hair, way up high. The heavy braid of hair fell to the floor with a thump. Arabella looked into the mirror and was almost shocked by what she saw. Instead of a royal princess, she looked almost like the gardener's son. But, she had always detested the gardener's son. His too - long blond hair made him look like a wimp and the fact that his arms were as thin as carrots didn't help his image. Arabella frowned viciously into the mirror and grabbed the scissors again. Snip, snip, snip. Chunks of hair fell to the ground and now, Arabella had a crew cut. A glimpse in the mirror satisfied her. It was a job well done.


Blogger Andy Moore said...

Hahah, that made me laugh heaps, it's the beginning of something good Lyd!

I stand with you and mock the effeminate gardener's son. Poor beggar, give the guy a chance ;)

Maybe you should introduce him to Chuck Norris's "Total Gym"!

12:21 am  
Blogger Lydz said...

mehehehe. I could... possibly, get him to trail along after Arabella when she's run away. He could be the official royal spy, but then join Arabella's side in defeating the royal bigwigs.

11:12 am  

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