Fudged Up Fairy Tales

The Fairy Godmother’s Revenge (A Fudged Up Fairy Tale)

The Fairy Godmother (TFG) waited in her cottage by the woods. She yawned. What’s taking Scarlett so long. She’d sent

A drabble, not to be confused with dribble, is a fiction story of 100 words. No more. No less. Stricken

Ariel left Eric and returned to the sea. Her tears added to the body of water. Oh, why didn’t I

There’s no place like home. Dorothy skipped through the field. Her adventures with Scarecrow, Tinman, and Lion lived on in

SexyChick2005 pulled her jacket tighter around her body as she walked through the city. Every so often, she looked over

“I swear it was here!” The clearing in the forest was odd, no denying it. Flora refused to take root.

The Fairy Godmother, or TFG, as her homies called her, loved Halloween. One time of year she could do anything

The Fairy Godmother sipped on her pumpkin spice latte. The bells on the door to her workshop rattled. “Shit.” Cindy

Disgruntled Christmas elves decided to franchise — candy stores all year round. Their marketing campaign targeted grandparents. With zero intent

Grandma loved her garden. She always pottered about attending to something. Sometimes I followed along, listening to stories of the

The Fairy Godmother clicked her tongue. This simply wouldn’t do. Did the imbeciles really believe she created carriages out of

The Fairy Godmother wandered into the fabric store. The Hollywood gala was an hour away. For slippers’ sake, why do