Flash Fiction: Cinderella’s New Clothes
The Fairy Godmother sipped on her pumpkin spice latte. The bells on the door to her workshop rattled. âShit.â Cindy
The Story Cauldron: Flash Fiction, Short Stories, and Novel Nuggets
The Fairy Godmother sipped on her pumpkin spice latte. The bells on the door to her workshop rattled. âShit.â Cindy
Disgruntled Christmas elves decided to franchise â candy stores all year round. Their marketing campaign targeted grandparents. With zero intent
Out on a date with The Muse.âYouâre really struggling with this prompt picture, arenât you?âThe Muse smirks as Tannille nods.
Tannille stares at the writing prompt picture, begging The Muse to formulate a story â an itty-bitty story to share
The Fairy Godmother clicked her tongue. This simply wouldnât 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 slippersâ sake, why do
Growing up in the 90s was great. Carefree, laid-back, and kids created their own fun⌠out of nothing. My year
No one believed Tiffany. She didnât do it. She never did. Bob, always damn Bob. One slight problem â no
âDonât point that thing at me.âTonyâs hands flew to his crotch.âNah, that thing is already too small.ââLet me have a
Electric-Blue Fairy (or EB for short) stood by the sidelines as the band played. She needed a spectacular prank to
The island became plagued with the flu. Jude, being the local doctor, heard all the moans and groans. None worse
Tanya waited for Zwarte Piet to come down the chimney. Colouring in her book killed time. Why didnât he just