Fiction · Re-blog

The Tribulations of James the Second

The excitement is growing!

Here is an absolute fresh take on a classic folk tale, Cinderella, excellently written by Liz, and is set to capture the hearts of many readers. This Cinderella cannot be more perfect!

Thank you so much once again, Liz. I’m so glad that Theresa dragged you in here. πŸ™‚

To my lovely WP community, if you haven’t heard, we are inviting you all to re-look at the classic folk tale, Cinderella, and give it a face-lift or re-modelling. πŸ™‚ Below is the link to the guidelines.

We have tentatively set the deadline for 28 February 2017. Valentine’s Day should give us all enough inspiration and then there’s a week or so to fine-tune our masterpieces.

Liz Kellebrew

Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived with his parents and two sisters in a midsize town by a muddy river. He was his parents’ second child, and his name was James.

Because he was the middle child, no one paid much attention to him except to scold him (which his parents did), or to blame him for something (which his sisters did). Also, because he was the only boy child, the greater share of unfavorable chores came to him as well: picking up the dog’s poop, taking out the garbage, scrubbing the toilets and bathtubs, chopping and stacking firewood, mowing the lawn, raking leaves, and shoveling snow, depending on the seasons. He also had to go with his father and help load and unload the pickup with refuse for the dump twice a year, and every time he went he thought of all the disgusting things…

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