Once upon a time?
Time time time?
One day, the Queen told the Princess, “You should get married in the holidays.”
The Princess said, “No. We shall not get married in the holidays. That is too far! We shall get married on Sunday.”
The queen said, “That’s a good idea. It’s night time. Let’s go to bed.”
They all went to bed.
In the morning, the Princess and Prince went to church and got married.
That’s the end.
Written by Gabriella Faith Laker.
Apenyo’s note: Yesterday night, I was writing a stubborn story. It was fighting me, throwing sand into my metaphors and spitting at my grammar. So when Gabby, my seven year old sister tapped my shoulder, I exploded. “Can’t you see I’m busy? Do you want me to stop being a writer? Who will buy you nice dresses then? mmh?”
She pulled a face and said, “You milo milo you’re fake. You’re always chasing me out of the room mbu you want to write. Now, I’m a writer too!”
My ovaries spontaneously exploded from the cuteness of the rough draft when I first read it, and I hope yours have too. If you don’t have any, grow a pair.