BlogHer Writing Lab August 2016

The theme for August’s NaBloPoMo is TALES

Monday, August 1, 2016
What is your favourite fairy tale and why?


Cinderella is my favorite fairy tale. I love the classic theme of good versus evil; the oppressed rising above the oppressor. The beauty and goodness of Cinderella shines through with a little magical help from her Fairy Godmother. Her shining beauty and goodness resonates with the goodness in the Prince, causing him to fall deeply in love with her. Even when she vanishes, the good Prince searches for her knowing that only the foot of Cinderella will fit the fragile glass slipper she left behind.

The fairy tale is romance at its best. Every little girl can dream. Every little girl can see the possibilities.

NaBloPoMo Prompts


Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful little girl named Cindy. Her parents loved her very much. They wanted only the very best for their daughter. As soon as Cindy was old enough, they sent her to work in the King’s castle. It was their hope that the King would notice Cindy’s beauty and insist that his son, Prince Caleb, marry her.

Cindy worked cleaning the castle for many months, but neither the King, nor his son, noticed her exceptional beauty.

The King was growing older and wanted to see his son settled. He called for a Royal Ball to be held and invited every young lady in the Kingdom. ‘Surely my son will find a bride among them,’ he thought to himself.

The Prince danced with all the young ladies, but found none to his liking. They were plenty beautiful, but lacked something he could not put his finger on.

The time was nearing midnight, as the Prince turned toward his father and sadly shook his head. When he turned back to the ballroom, he bumped into a serving maid carrying a tray of filled champagne flutes. The tray fell out of the maid’s hands, spilling champagne onto the Prince’s satin jacket.

Prince Caleb quickly took the maid by her arm to steady her. Cindy raised her blue-eyes to the Prince’s own and began dabbing at the spill with a linen napkin she held in her hand.

The Prince immediately noticed the maid’s beauty and the kindness in her eyes. “Forgive me, my lady,” he said as he bowed to her.

Cindy gave him a shy smile, cast a quick look to the crew of servants now cleaning up the mess of broken glass and spilled champagne, and began backing toward the kitchen door. Just as the clock struck twelve, she turned and ran the rest of the way.

The King, and his son, lined up by the door to bid their guests a good night. When the last guest had gone, Prince Caleb turned to his father. “Who is the beautiful serving girl?” he asked.

“I’m not sure. Would you like for me to send for her?”

“Yes, father. I am going to marry her!”

The King smiled to himself. He wondered how long it was going to take his son to notice the girl.

D.B. Mauldin



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