Posted in Drabbles


Cinders looked out of the carriage window at her new home. The prince, her buffoon of a husband, sat by her side. She’d been married to the fool for almost a week but it felt much longer. During that time she’d been sorely tempted to fill a bag with royal silverware and get out, but her Fairy Godmother had other ideas. She’d told Cinders to be patient, things would improve. Six months from now Cinderella would be well established as the new princess. Then, when the prince had his unfortunate accident, this house and all his money would be theirs.


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A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.

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It Can’t Be

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

“She’s in the third room along on the front sir.

“Good work Jones. We know this Goldilocks character is responsible for the Dumpty murder and the massacre of the Bear family and I’d bet my pension she knows what happened to the Gingerbread Man. All we need now is to find out who her boss is. Anybody with her?”

“Yes sir. The owner of the black car parked out front went up to her room five minutes ago. The car’s registered to a Miss Muffet.“

“Miss Muffet! It can’t be. What the hell is the head of MI6 doing here?”


A 100 word story for this week’s prompt over at Friday Fictioneers.

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Little Red Riding Hood



“I’m telling you Red, this is the perfect place to dump the body, it’ll be days before it’s found.”

Little Red Riding Hood looked across at Wolf and smiled. Having watched him in action she had no illusions as to how dangerous he was. Hiring him to get rid of Grandma though had been an astute move on her part. He’d been expensive but worth it. She was now a very wealthy young woman.

The trouble was he now wanted more. She fingered the gun hidden in her cloak. He was right of course, this really was a perfect spot.


100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.