Short stories

Cinderella

citygirl
Once upon a time
In a city’s grime
 
There lived a girl
Newly formed pearl
 
She worked her way
Every single day
 
Among shysters and crooks
All with their hooks
 
Lured by tricksters and thieves
For years of blinding eves
 
No end in sight
Her long and arduous plight
 
Fallen on empty hopes and dreams
Cinderella ran out of steam
 
But then one day
Amidst the fray
 
A fine young prince
Presented a quince
 
Love bloomed like a rose
And then he proposed
 
Made her his queen
Two hearts evergreen
 
There was bliss thereafter
And they lived happily ever after

Identity Thief

georgegrosz
I’m an identity thief
There are no rules
That is my belief
 
“Be all that you can be”
Stealing crown jewels
Or sipping chamomile tea
 
Man, woman, or child
With my pen
My imagination runs wild
 
Sinner and/or saint
In my works
There are no restraints
 
My life as a writer
Troops of characters
Or single freedom fighter
 

Charmed

knife
Charmed to make your acquaintance
My name is Bob
You seem low maintenance
 
But don’t get me wrong
Au naturale is the best
Been here all along
 
Watching and waiting
Patiently observing
Pining and baiting
 
“Oops–could this be yours?”
“No,” you say, “but thank you, anyway”
“But here, let me get the door”
 
“Has anyone ever told you
How beautiful you are?
Not sure if you knew”
 
“No,” you say, “but thank you, anyway”
“Excuse me, but I have to ask
Could you walk with me halfway?”
 
“I am new and I am lost
Would you be so kind
As to guide me through this frost?”
 
“Sure,” you say, “I’ll let you lead the way”
“Thank you, my dear”
Predator and prey
 
“I think I see my car–
Will you come with me to see?”
“Sure,” you say, “as long as it’s not far”
 
“To thank you for being so kind,
I have something for you in mind
Although not very refined”
 
“No,” you say, “but thank you, anyway
As I must be leaving now”
“But here, let me grab it, anyway”
 
Pop goes the trunk
And I grab my love
Hit her head and hear a “clunk”
 
As I place her in the trunk
And tie her arms and legs
She came to and seemed in a funk
 
“Please let me go,” she cried in dismay,
“Whatever you want–just let me go”
“No,” I say, “but thank you, anyway”
 
 
 
 

The Doctor

ottodix
Come into my office
And have a seat
 
Let me have a look at you
What pretty feet
 
Now put this sheet on you
I won’t peak
 
Don’t mind my hungry stares
I’m not a freak
 
Just a lonely man
Whose profession lets me sneak
 
A touch here and a grab there
Under the guise of a health geek
 
 

The Baker’s Daughter

cupcakegirl

There once lived a girl whose father was a baker.  She had her pick of the most delicious cakes in the world.  She ate and ate and ate.

Then one day, there was word in town about thieves stealing cakes.  So, the girl ate and ate and ate until she floated up in the sky.  She then took her father’s hand and gathered all of his cakes.  Together, they flew away to the neighboring towns and warned the other bakers.

After visiting nine towns, the girl and her father flew home.  Just in time for dinner and dessert.  There, they found waiting for them all of the bakers from the other towns with their best cakes in celebration of their safety and the return of the girl and her father.  The girl ate and ate and ate as she had her pick of the most delicious cakes in the world.