If only I could stay, but the prince could not see me that way. I saw the clock in the
corner of my eye. 'Wait, wait,' the prince began to cry. He was so very kind. I ran leaving
my slipper behind. I became very lost, everything around covered in frost. There was a
cold, unpleasant breeze from the tall surrounding trees. There I noticed a small cottage
stood, I knocked on the small door made of wood. Welcomed in by an old lady, who
seemed awfully shady. She gave a scornful snigger, aimed a gun and pulled the trigger.
by Morgan Hynes-Bryan (13)
Wirral Grammar School For Girls, Wirral
Competition - Grim tales
Copyright remains with the author.