L2.+Poe+Parody

Kat CrackedHerNuts Ashley C., Josh I., Michelle S.  1A Rejection, shun, and loneliness were the feelings that I felt when my head became a hideous curse of a boar. The queen, m stepmother, loathed my beauty and benevolent heart. Curse her I had not, yet she wished a curse upon me and sent me to the hen-wife. The cottage showed no insecurity but presented no welcome either. As I entered, there she stood, she who had a plan up her sleeve. Her eyes were tainted of sin hidden by shadow. "Take off the lid of the pot and look inside," she ordered me. Hesitant of the request I obeyed and looked inside. A musty smell protruded from the iron cauldron. The world around me spun into a void, tearing me from the physical essence I once knew. That musty smell from the cauldron was now a part of me. My nose turned into a snout. My ears pointed North, far beyond there original form and position. Everything happened so quickly I had no time to react, but when I saw my mother's face by the window smiling her evil grin of a smile. I knew, right then, that it was all her doing. My once beautiful face became that of a repulsive boar. I left that cottage in haste and found a scrap of cloth to sheath my vile head. I had no desire to boast about my new features. The black demon had finally covered the sky. Having lost track of how long I dashed, I realized my feet were enveloped in a youthful satin red. The trench-deep gashes were no match to the pain I felt in my chest. My face, my glorious face, was no longer my own. I showed no fear to the beasts of night, flying forward to what seemed like an endless hell. My sanity began to shake until I reached a castle. The fierce winter winds began to bite my new sensitive skin; I had no choice but to enter this stone fortress. A king and his son lived in this castle, but his son was dying from an unknown sickness. The king, not wanting anyone to know that his son was dying, threatened to kill me before the sun rises if I did not find a cure for his son. I told the king that I was a witch and that I could heal him, but of course I could not. That very night as I watched the king's son sleep, I tried to think of a plan to escape the heinous castle. As I was sat in a chair next to the thinning boy, the grandfather clock struck twelve o'clock and the prince awoke with a startle! Somewhat in a trance, he hastened himself to the grand staircase, out the double doors, and headed toward the stables. I treaded softly behind him, close enough that I could hear his rhythmic breathing. We arrived at the stables and halted in front of a black beast that bore red eyes. The poor brute looked as though he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Then, saddling the fearsome stallion, he road away into the cold, dark, and lifeless redwoods and still I followed him. As we road through the woods, the trees seemed to reach out like hands wanting but never receiving, and still I followed the prince. Things fell from the trees as we road, but these things were not normal because no nut is as red as a humans blood. These bloody nuts were falling from the trees and landing in my lap. The prince stopped at a red grass hill and spoke "Open, open, red hill, and let your prince in," and I added softly, "And I the girl behind him." When the hill opened, the prince jumped in and started to dance with the creatures with red skin and wings. These things were fairies of the evil kind because the prince danced and only once stopped. I saw next to me a baby fairy which held a wand and thought, "With this wand, I could turn my head back to normal!" So I took one of the bloody nuts from my pocket and used it to distract the baby so I could get the wand. As the baby was slowly eating the nut, I took the wand and hid as quickly as possible. After many hours of explicit dance, the prince started to leave for his home. When we reached the castle, it was still dark and the prince went back into his bed. I decided to use the wand to change my head back to its original beauty. I waved the wand and lightly touched my head and suddenly the musty smell was gone, my nose was no longer a snout, and my ears were no longer pointing north. Such excitement I had that I did not realize that it was almost sunrise and that the king would be here soon to see if his son was cured. As the fear sank into me, I realized I had not eaten in many days and I had just the thing to fill my stomach with. The bloody nuts in my pocket were perfect for a last meal because I could eat all of them by myself. As they were roasting on the fireplace, the prince suddenly woke from his cursed slumber and asked, "May I have some of the food you are cooking? It smells quite delicious!" Not wanting to seem uncanny, I gave him some of the cooked red nuts and with each bite he took, he became stronger and healthier. When the king finally came in the next morning and saw that his son was cured, his plan to execute me withdrew. The king then had me marry his once sick son.