CinderAlbert
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sorcyressThis is a short story I wrote after an amusing conversation with Kugelblitz and Ednoria .
It's sort of a Gay Pride version of Cindella. If you're terribly homophobic (and if you are, why are you reading my journal??) then you'd probably hate it.
I think it turned out alright, but I definently need to fine tune it some.
Enjoy!
CinderAlbert
Once upon a time, in a very libral country, not far from here, there lived a young boy called Albert. Albert had a doting father, and a loving mother, at least until he was 6. On his sixth birthday, in a most tragic accident, his mother was killed by being hit rather hard in the back of the head with a blender during a shopping mall riot. Alberts father had great difficulty with getting over this inncident, so he decided that, maybe if he remarried, he would be able to forget his dead wife.
It worked. But only because his new wife was a lying, controlling, conniving witch, who killed him as soon as he wrote her up in his will. Of course, he didn't know she was planning to kill him, otherwise he probably wouldn't have married her.
Poor Albert didn't know either, his evil stepmother and her two evil daughters simply told him that his father had had a tragic heart attack, and now they were going to be his new family, isn't that nice dear.
It wasn't. True of most evil stepfamilies, they worked him to the bone, barely fed him, and made him sleep in the cinders. Unlike other evil stepfamilies however, they also taunted him for being homosexual, which he had pretty much figured out he was by the time he turned 12, and wouldn't let him do anything "gay", including cook fancy french cuisene, do the evil stepsisters hair, or read trashy romance novels. (None of which he actually liked doing in the first place, but his step-family was very caught up in the idea of someone who was stereotypically gay that they figured he did.) They also wouldn't let him out of the house ever, and so he was doomed to, when he wasn't working of course, wandering about, finding hidden corners, and moping about his situation.
Now, Albert had been raided right by his real parents, but after they were gone, he found himself generally downtrodden, and his every idea squashed out of him by his evil stepfamily. The two evil stepsisters especially enjoyed teasing him, taunting him, calling him names, and in general, lowering his self esteem to the point where, by the tender age of 15, he had contemplated suicide more then the average American high school. Their favorite taunt was to call him Cinders, or CinderAlbert, playing on the fact that they didn't let him take nearly as many baths as he would like, and that they made him sleep in the fireplace askes.
Luckily for him, he was going to get a break soon.
It was a normal, standerd day in the neighborhood, when there came a very important sounding rapping on the front door. Albert's evil stepsisters fluttered to the door to answer it, especially when they realized that the man standing outside wore the outfit reserved for one of the King's Messengers. He came in when they opened the door, and looked around coldly for a moment, a flash of pity crossing his eyes when he saw skinny Albert, lying sullenly on an old, beat up couch (The only peice of furniture he was allowed to touch, as well as the most uncomfterble one in the house.)
"I am a Messenger of the King." the messenger said in a stuffy voice. "I am here to invite all the eligible youth in the country to a royal ball so the Prince may find his True Love. The True Love and the Prince will then court, and hopefully marry so this country can keep on with it's rich Royal Lineage."
"Oh!" Squeeled the evil stepmother in fluttery tones. "We'll need two invintations then, one for each of my darling daughters!" She then batted her eyelashes attractivly, she just knew that the prince would choose one of her fragrent flowers to be his True Love.
"I believe you mean three." The Messanger said without batting an eye. "One for EACH eligable youth in the household." He then proceeded to pass out invitations, one to each of the evil stepsisters, and one to Albert. Albert looked at it in surprise, his face slowly growing hot with embarresment. Not that he didn't want to go and dance with the prince, he did, very much so, he had seen pictures of the prince, on stamps and such and knew that he was a very beautiful person indeed, and only a year older then Alberts 17 years of age. The problem was, Albert was wearing the only clothes he owned, a pair of baggy black jeans that had long since turned grey from age and dust, and an old white t-shirt, also grey.
The moment the Messenger had left, Alberts evil stepmother lunged forward, grabbed the invitation out of Alberts hands, and promptly tore it into tiny pieces. "You, going to a Royal Ball! Now THERE'S a laugh!!" She read one of her daughters invintations and frowned slightly. "Girls, we must hurrey! The ball is in only a few days!! We must go dress shopping now if we want to get anything beautiful! She then herded the girls out the door, only pausing momentarily to remind Albert that he had to clean up after breakfast, and dust the parlour.
"I wish I could go!" Albert ranted as he scrubbed the stone patio outside later that day. "It'd be so great! I'd come in, and look so hot that the prince would just drop the arms of whatever little tart he was dancing with to rush over to me." Albert sighed dreamily, he had never wanted to do anything as bad as he wanted to go to the ball. "But wait!" he muttered, a pessimistic thought occering to him, "What if the prince only likes girls! What if i showed up and he asked me to leave, or worse, sent me to the dungeons or something."
"And what if you shut up and got us more lemonade!!" His evil stepmother was standing at the edge of the pation glaring. Her and her daughters had been having a picnic out in the gardens, and apparently Albert had missed her calling him.
"Yessum." he said meekly, taking the empty pitcher. "I'll do that right away." He wandered off to the kitchen, all thoughts of the prince and dancing and joy replaced by the usual black despair that he was used to from the house.
A few days passed and the day of the ball arrived. Alberts evil stepsisters were busying themselves with long luxurious baths, dressing, and other preperations while the evil stepmother looked on. Albert was busy trying to get the cinders off him using the small, cramped tub in the kitchen. He emerged long before the girls, and promptly snuck up the back staircase to the attic. He knew that if he looked hard enough up there, he might find something he could wear to the ball besides his his ragged, dirty clothes.
Albert searched through several trunks of beautiful ball gowns that his mother had worn in her day when he found a magnificent tuxedo lying in the bottom of one of the trunks. "Goody!" he whispered elatedly. "This will be perfect for the ball!!" To his surprise, it fit him very well, the only problem was that there were no shoes in sight. He poked around and eventually found a clean, but worn, pair of black hightops. He put them on, and ran down the stairs, just as his two sisters walked out into the front hall, ready for the ball.
"What are you wearing?" shrieked the older sister, taking in Alberts elegent outfit.
"He looks like he wants to go to the ball." said the stepmother cooly, silent rage passing behind her eyes.
"In an outfit thats at least 10 years out of date?" sneered the younger of the two sisters. "Yeah right."
"Thats what I was thinking." said the older sister as she walked around Albert, closely examining his fathers tux. "In fact...theres a rip in it!"
"Where?" asked Albert surprisedly. He hadn't noticed any rips when he had found it.
"Right here!" said the younger cruelly as she tore along the sleeve of the fine outfit. Before Albert could even object, the two girls had ripped into Alberts outfit, tearing and clawing it until it was no more then a pile of shreads.
"Oh dear...It looks like you won't be able to go after all." The stepmother said with fake sympathy. "What a pity. Girls?" The three of them walked out the door regally, and got into the carrige that would take them to the palace.
Albert sat down on the floor and began to cry. He hated his stupid life and his stupid sisters and his stupid "mother" and his stupid everything. Just then, there was a flash of light, and an elegent man was standing before him, dressed in pale lavender tights and a deeper purple tunic.
"Why honey!" the man said affectionately "Why's a pretty young man like yourself crying there on the dirty floor! Don'tcha want to go to the Ball, babe?"
Albert stopped crying in surprise. The man was flouncy and swishy, and looked very stereotypically gay. "Who are you?" he stammered, astonished by this stranger.
"Well isn't it obvious sweetie? I'm you're fairy godfather." he walked over and pulled Albert to his feet. "Emphisis on the fairy part." he added with a sly wink. "Now what do you want baby? I'm here to grant your every wish!"
"Uhhhhhh..." Albert was dumbstruck by the odd man. After a quick discussion with him about the fact that yes, the man could really grant wishes, and yes, he was only here to help, Albert confided that all he really wanted was to be able to go to the ball and dance with the prince.
"Aw, thats simple! Here, you'll look much better wearing this." The Fairy Godfather touched his wand to the top of Alberts head, and in a rainbow flash of light, Albert found himself wearing a styling black tuxedo a pale gold earing, and a pair of black hightops. With rainbow laces, of course.
"Um, about the shoes..." Albert began hesitently.
"Oh, trust me darling, their perfect for you. And no one will notice you're feet when you go in there. Now, how do you want to go to the palace? Carrige, wings...?"
"Can we just be at the palace?" Albert questioned. He wanted to be at the ball as fast as possible.
"Of course." was the cheerful response. "One more thing though...I'm only going to be here until midnight. When I go...so does you're outfit, so be careful, and watch the clock." He offered his arm gentlemenly. "Shall we" Albert took it, and in a swirl of colors, found himself suddenly standing alone at the top of a tall staircase. Down the stairs were hundreads of people, girls in long dresses, boys in fancy tuxes...they were all dancing happily, but most of the people were centered around one lone couple. The Prince and the lady of the moment. Albert caustiously started down the stairs, and just as the song ended, found himself at the bottom. He turned caustiously and started off to the side of the crown containing the Prince. Just then, he felt a sudden, cautious hand on his sholder.
"Hey...Do you want to dance?" Albert turned, and found himself staring into a brilliently blue pair of eyes. Those eyes were in the middle of the most fantasticly gorgeous face he had ever seen, which in turn sat at the top of an elegent slender body. The body of, teh one and only, Prince Charming, future king of the country, and reason for this ball.
"Uh..sure...I mean, if you want to...maybe?" Albert stammered hopefully, trying to wonder what made him stand out so much. "But...uh, you better lead. I don't have much dancing expirience." The prince nodded and took him gently by the hand and practically dragged him out to the floor. They danced, and talked, and talked and danced. Before Albert knew it, nearly two hours had passed, and Prince Charming hadn't made any motion to leave his side. As the night grew darker, they wandered out into the gardens together and found a fountain to soak their tierd feet in.
"Stylin' shoes." Char (as he liked to be called) said, motioning to Alberts high-tops. "I like them a lot."
"Oh, thanks." Albert replied, his cheeks flushing from embarresment. He still couldn't get over it, he had been spending the whole time with the prince. It was great. Suddenly, he found Char leaning towards him, and before he knew what was happening, Chars soft lips were pressed against his own. He kissed back gently, and heard a large clock chiming in the palace behind him. Five chimes in, it hit him that the clock was chiming midnight, and he broke free of the Prince's embrace as fast as he could.
"Gotta go, bye!" Albert shouted over his sholders as he ran off onto the street leading home.
"Wait!! Wait!!!" He could hear his darling prince calling from behind, but he paid no heed, instead counting chimes under his breath.
"Eight...nine...ten..." He was well on his way home now, granted, the palace was a mile away from home, but he could make it. Years of hard work had made his body strong.
"Eleven...Twelve!" With the final stroke of midnight, he found a curious sensation overtake him, and the confining tux he had been wearing was suddenly replaced with the rags of the outfit his evil stepsisters had torn to shreads.
Unbeknownest to him, back at the fountain, the Prince had picked up one of the hightops Albert had left behind and was examining it. He called for his main servent, and held the shoe up.
"My true love left this behind." he said sternly. "Find the man this belongs to, and bring him to me. Thanks you." he added as an afterthought, and got up and dejectedly walked back to the ball, swinging the other shoe by the shoelaces.
The next day was progressing much better then normal for Albert, his sisters and mother had all decided to sleep in late, seeing as the didn't come home until three or four, boasting of dancing with the prince, and how wonderful he was. They were still asleep when there came a rapping on the door, not unlike the messengers knock. The stepmother rushed out onto the landing of the stairs and hissed at Albert to not open it. Albert had to content himself with flopping down on the couch and hoping it was his darling Prince, coming to take him away.
His evil stepmother scurried down the stairs a few moments later, her daughters shuffling behind her, still wiping the sleep from their eyes. They were wearing mismatched clothes, and they all looked as though they had just thrown something on. Before she let the persons in, though, she shoved Albert into the coat closet and locked the door.
"I have an importent message from Prince Charming concerning his True Love." The messenger said dryly. "His True Love wore this shoe. Whoever can properly fit it, must be the True Love."
"Ain't that the truth." Char muttered from the doorway where he was leaning. "Hello ladies. May I speak to any males of the house?"
"We don't have any." simpered the evil stepmother. "But perhaps you want to talk to one of my daughters? They would of course fit the shoe." Albert was scurriying around in the closet, he knew he couldn't pound it open, he HAD to find a way to pick the lock and fast! That was HIS shoe, darnit!
"I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure my true loves a guy." The prince said, a slight touch of annoyance in his voice. "Well, guess we better go then. Good day." Albert could hear people walking around, and then the door closing. The evil stepmother wrenched the door open. "You damm faggots!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Look at what you've done to the Prince!!" she then slapped Albert across the face, and stalked upstairs with the girls.
Leaving Albert alone with a spreading bruise and a broken heart.
"Psst!" Albert turned suddenly, someone had just said psst to him! There, in the closet, was no one other then his fairy godfather!
"Look dear, if you want him, go get him. It's not like she locked the door or anything." The fairy confided to him, and promptly dissapeared. Whirling, Albert saw that he was right, the door to the outside was unlocked.
"Freedom!" he muttered happily, and eased his way out the door. It didn't take him long to spot the royal procession, they were a few houses up the way. Albert rushed down the street, his combat boots thudding against the pavement. He skidded to a halt, just as the Prince was exiting a house.
"I believe you have my shoe." he said hopefully. "I left it at the fountain." The prince's eyes widened hopefully, and he grabbed the shoe and offered it to Albert, who promptly removed his boot to try it on.
"OH NO YOU DON'T!!" Shrieked the evil stepmother, as she came barreling down the street. Albert remebered with a start that he had left the door open! He yanked the shoe on, and jumped up to prove it fit.
"The shoe fits! As does the man!!" Char smiled and pulled Albert into his arms lovingly, as the out-of-breath stepmother came panting up to them.
"No...It can't be true...take it off right now..." she said admist heavy breathing.
"No." Said Albert frankly. He turned back to his loving prince, to find him on bended knee.
"So, Albert...ummm...Well, I know we're both too young for marrige" he stammered nervously, tightly grasping Alberts hand. "But would you like to live together for a while, and get to know each other better?" There was shining hope in Char's eyes, and Albert could tell that he already knew the answer would be yes.
"Of course I would. It would be wonderful!" Char pulled him into his loving embrace, and they hugged and kissed, and lived happily ever after.
The end.
So, think it will be a best selling kids book any time soon?
~Sorceress/Kat
MOOP!
It's sort of a Gay Pride version of Cindella. If you're terribly homophobic (and if you are, why are you reading my journal??) then you'd probably hate it.
I think it turned out alright, but I definently need to fine tune it some.
Enjoy!
CinderAlbert
Once upon a time, in a very libral country, not far from here, there lived a young boy called Albert. Albert had a doting father, and a loving mother, at least until he was 6. On his sixth birthday, in a most tragic accident, his mother was killed by being hit rather hard in the back of the head with a blender during a shopping mall riot. Alberts father had great difficulty with getting over this inncident, so he decided that, maybe if he remarried, he would be able to forget his dead wife.
It worked. But only because his new wife was a lying, controlling, conniving witch, who killed him as soon as he wrote her up in his will. Of course, he didn't know she was planning to kill him, otherwise he probably wouldn't have married her.
Poor Albert didn't know either, his evil stepmother and her two evil daughters simply told him that his father had had a tragic heart attack, and now they were going to be his new family, isn't that nice dear.
It wasn't. True of most evil stepfamilies, they worked him to the bone, barely fed him, and made him sleep in the cinders. Unlike other evil stepfamilies however, they also taunted him for being homosexual, which he had pretty much figured out he was by the time he turned 12, and wouldn't let him do anything "gay", including cook fancy french cuisene, do the evil stepsisters hair, or read trashy romance novels. (None of which he actually liked doing in the first place, but his step-family was very caught up in the idea of someone who was stereotypically gay that they figured he did.) They also wouldn't let him out of the house ever, and so he was doomed to, when he wasn't working of course, wandering about, finding hidden corners, and moping about his situation.
Now, Albert had been raided right by his real parents, but after they were gone, he found himself generally downtrodden, and his every idea squashed out of him by his evil stepfamily. The two evil stepsisters especially enjoyed teasing him, taunting him, calling him names, and in general, lowering his self esteem to the point where, by the tender age of 15, he had contemplated suicide more then the average American high school. Their favorite taunt was to call him Cinders, or CinderAlbert, playing on the fact that they didn't let him take nearly as many baths as he would like, and that they made him sleep in the fireplace askes.
Luckily for him, he was going to get a break soon.
It was a normal, standerd day in the neighborhood, when there came a very important sounding rapping on the front door. Albert's evil stepsisters fluttered to the door to answer it, especially when they realized that the man standing outside wore the outfit reserved for one of the King's Messengers. He came in when they opened the door, and looked around coldly for a moment, a flash of pity crossing his eyes when he saw skinny Albert, lying sullenly on an old, beat up couch (The only peice of furniture he was allowed to touch, as well as the most uncomfterble one in the house.)
"I am a Messenger of the King." the messenger said in a stuffy voice. "I am here to invite all the eligible youth in the country to a royal ball so the Prince may find his True Love. The True Love and the Prince will then court, and hopefully marry so this country can keep on with it's rich Royal Lineage."
"Oh!" Squeeled the evil stepmother in fluttery tones. "We'll need two invintations then, one for each of my darling daughters!" She then batted her eyelashes attractivly, she just knew that the prince would choose one of her fragrent flowers to be his True Love.
"I believe you mean three." The Messanger said without batting an eye. "One for EACH eligable youth in the household." He then proceeded to pass out invitations, one to each of the evil stepsisters, and one to Albert. Albert looked at it in surprise, his face slowly growing hot with embarresment. Not that he didn't want to go and dance with the prince, he did, very much so, he had seen pictures of the prince, on stamps and such and knew that he was a very beautiful person indeed, and only a year older then Alberts 17 years of age. The problem was, Albert was wearing the only clothes he owned, a pair of baggy black jeans that had long since turned grey from age and dust, and an old white t-shirt, also grey.
The moment the Messenger had left, Alberts evil stepmother lunged forward, grabbed the invitation out of Alberts hands, and promptly tore it into tiny pieces. "You, going to a Royal Ball! Now THERE'S a laugh!!" She read one of her daughters invintations and frowned slightly. "Girls, we must hurrey! The ball is in only a few days!! We must go dress shopping now if we want to get anything beautiful! She then herded the girls out the door, only pausing momentarily to remind Albert that he had to clean up after breakfast, and dust the parlour.
"I wish I could go!" Albert ranted as he scrubbed the stone patio outside later that day. "It'd be so great! I'd come in, and look so hot that the prince would just drop the arms of whatever little tart he was dancing with to rush over to me." Albert sighed dreamily, he had never wanted to do anything as bad as he wanted to go to the ball. "But wait!" he muttered, a pessimistic thought occering to him, "What if the prince only likes girls! What if i showed up and he asked me to leave, or worse, sent me to the dungeons or something."
"And what if you shut up and got us more lemonade!!" His evil stepmother was standing at the edge of the pation glaring. Her and her daughters had been having a picnic out in the gardens, and apparently Albert had missed her calling him.
"Yessum." he said meekly, taking the empty pitcher. "I'll do that right away." He wandered off to the kitchen, all thoughts of the prince and dancing and joy replaced by the usual black despair that he was used to from the house.
A few days passed and the day of the ball arrived. Alberts evil stepsisters were busying themselves with long luxurious baths, dressing, and other preperations while the evil stepmother looked on. Albert was busy trying to get the cinders off him using the small, cramped tub in the kitchen. He emerged long before the girls, and promptly snuck up the back staircase to the attic. He knew that if he looked hard enough up there, he might find something he could wear to the ball besides his his ragged, dirty clothes.
Albert searched through several trunks of beautiful ball gowns that his mother had worn in her day when he found a magnificent tuxedo lying in the bottom of one of the trunks. "Goody!" he whispered elatedly. "This will be perfect for the ball!!" To his surprise, it fit him very well, the only problem was that there were no shoes in sight. He poked around and eventually found a clean, but worn, pair of black hightops. He put them on, and ran down the stairs, just as his two sisters walked out into the front hall, ready for the ball.
"What are you wearing?" shrieked the older sister, taking in Alberts elegent outfit.
"He looks like he wants to go to the ball." said the stepmother cooly, silent rage passing behind her eyes.
"In an outfit thats at least 10 years out of date?" sneered the younger of the two sisters. "Yeah right."
"Thats what I was thinking." said the older sister as she walked around Albert, closely examining his fathers tux. "In fact...theres a rip in it!"
"Where?" asked Albert surprisedly. He hadn't noticed any rips when he had found it.
"Right here!" said the younger cruelly as she tore along the sleeve of the fine outfit. Before Albert could even object, the two girls had ripped into Alberts outfit, tearing and clawing it until it was no more then a pile of shreads.
"Oh dear...It looks like you won't be able to go after all." The stepmother said with fake sympathy. "What a pity. Girls?" The three of them walked out the door regally, and got into the carrige that would take them to the palace.
Albert sat down on the floor and began to cry. He hated his stupid life and his stupid sisters and his stupid "mother" and his stupid everything. Just then, there was a flash of light, and an elegent man was standing before him, dressed in pale lavender tights and a deeper purple tunic.
"Why honey!" the man said affectionately "Why's a pretty young man like yourself crying there on the dirty floor! Don'tcha want to go to the Ball, babe?"
Albert stopped crying in surprise. The man was flouncy and swishy, and looked very stereotypically gay. "Who are you?" he stammered, astonished by this stranger.
"Well isn't it obvious sweetie? I'm you're fairy godfather." he walked over and pulled Albert to his feet. "Emphisis on the fairy part." he added with a sly wink. "Now what do you want baby? I'm here to grant your every wish!"
"Uhhhhhh..." Albert was dumbstruck by the odd man. After a quick discussion with him about the fact that yes, the man could really grant wishes, and yes, he was only here to help, Albert confided that all he really wanted was to be able to go to the ball and dance with the prince.
"Aw, thats simple! Here, you'll look much better wearing this." The Fairy Godfather touched his wand to the top of Alberts head, and in a rainbow flash of light, Albert found himself wearing a styling black tuxedo a pale gold earing, and a pair of black hightops. With rainbow laces, of course.
"Um, about the shoes..." Albert began hesitently.
"Oh, trust me darling, their perfect for you. And no one will notice you're feet when you go in there. Now, how do you want to go to the palace? Carrige, wings...?"
"Can we just be at the palace?" Albert questioned. He wanted to be at the ball as fast as possible.
"Of course." was the cheerful response. "One more thing though...I'm only going to be here until midnight. When I go...so does you're outfit, so be careful, and watch the clock." He offered his arm gentlemenly. "Shall we" Albert took it, and in a swirl of colors, found himself suddenly standing alone at the top of a tall staircase. Down the stairs were hundreads of people, girls in long dresses, boys in fancy tuxes...they were all dancing happily, but most of the people were centered around one lone couple. The Prince and the lady of the moment. Albert caustiously started down the stairs, and just as the song ended, found himself at the bottom. He turned caustiously and started off to the side of the crown containing the Prince. Just then, he felt a sudden, cautious hand on his sholder.
"Hey...Do you want to dance?" Albert turned, and found himself staring into a brilliently blue pair of eyes. Those eyes were in the middle of the most fantasticly gorgeous face he had ever seen, which in turn sat at the top of an elegent slender body. The body of, teh one and only, Prince Charming, future king of the country, and reason for this ball.
"Uh..sure...I mean, if you want to...maybe?" Albert stammered hopefully, trying to wonder what made him stand out so much. "But...uh, you better lead. I don't have much dancing expirience." The prince nodded and took him gently by the hand and practically dragged him out to the floor. They danced, and talked, and talked and danced. Before Albert knew it, nearly two hours had passed, and Prince Charming hadn't made any motion to leave his side. As the night grew darker, they wandered out into the gardens together and found a fountain to soak their tierd feet in.
"Stylin' shoes." Char (as he liked to be called) said, motioning to Alberts high-tops. "I like them a lot."
"Oh, thanks." Albert replied, his cheeks flushing from embarresment. He still couldn't get over it, he had been spending the whole time with the prince. It was great. Suddenly, he found Char leaning towards him, and before he knew what was happening, Chars soft lips were pressed against his own. He kissed back gently, and heard a large clock chiming in the palace behind him. Five chimes in, it hit him that the clock was chiming midnight, and he broke free of the Prince's embrace as fast as he could.
"Gotta go, bye!" Albert shouted over his sholders as he ran off onto the street leading home.
"Wait!! Wait!!!" He could hear his darling prince calling from behind, but he paid no heed, instead counting chimes under his breath.
"Eight...nine...ten..." He was well on his way home now, granted, the palace was a mile away from home, but he could make it. Years of hard work had made his body strong.
"Eleven...Twelve!" With the final stroke of midnight, he found a curious sensation overtake him, and the confining tux he had been wearing was suddenly replaced with the rags of the outfit his evil stepsisters had torn to shreads.
Unbeknownest to him, back at the fountain, the Prince had picked up one of the hightops Albert had left behind and was examining it. He called for his main servent, and held the shoe up.
"My true love left this behind." he said sternly. "Find the man this belongs to, and bring him to me. Thanks you." he added as an afterthought, and got up and dejectedly walked back to the ball, swinging the other shoe by the shoelaces.
The next day was progressing much better then normal for Albert, his sisters and mother had all decided to sleep in late, seeing as the didn't come home until three or four, boasting of dancing with the prince, and how wonderful he was. They were still asleep when there came a rapping on the door, not unlike the messengers knock. The stepmother rushed out onto the landing of the stairs and hissed at Albert to not open it. Albert had to content himself with flopping down on the couch and hoping it was his darling Prince, coming to take him away.
His evil stepmother scurried down the stairs a few moments later, her daughters shuffling behind her, still wiping the sleep from their eyes. They were wearing mismatched clothes, and they all looked as though they had just thrown something on. Before she let the persons in, though, she shoved Albert into the coat closet and locked the door.
"I have an importent message from Prince Charming concerning his True Love." The messenger said dryly. "His True Love wore this shoe. Whoever can properly fit it, must be the True Love."
"Ain't that the truth." Char muttered from the doorway where he was leaning. "Hello ladies. May I speak to any males of the house?"
"We don't have any." simpered the evil stepmother. "But perhaps you want to talk to one of my daughters? They would of course fit the shoe." Albert was scurriying around in the closet, he knew he couldn't pound it open, he HAD to find a way to pick the lock and fast! That was HIS shoe, darnit!
"I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure my true loves a guy." The prince said, a slight touch of annoyance in his voice. "Well, guess we better go then. Good day." Albert could hear people walking around, and then the door closing. The evil stepmother wrenched the door open. "You damm faggots!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Look at what you've done to the Prince!!" she then slapped Albert across the face, and stalked upstairs with the girls.
Leaving Albert alone with a spreading bruise and a broken heart.
"Psst!" Albert turned suddenly, someone had just said psst to him! There, in the closet, was no one other then his fairy godfather!
"Look dear, if you want him, go get him. It's not like she locked the door or anything." The fairy confided to him, and promptly dissapeared. Whirling, Albert saw that he was right, the door to the outside was unlocked.
"Freedom!" he muttered happily, and eased his way out the door. It didn't take him long to spot the royal procession, they were a few houses up the way. Albert rushed down the street, his combat boots thudding against the pavement. He skidded to a halt, just as the Prince was exiting a house.
"I believe you have my shoe." he said hopefully. "I left it at the fountain." The prince's eyes widened hopefully, and he grabbed the shoe and offered it to Albert, who promptly removed his boot to try it on.
"OH NO YOU DON'T!!" Shrieked the evil stepmother, as she came barreling down the street. Albert remebered with a start that he had left the door open! He yanked the shoe on, and jumped up to prove it fit.
"The shoe fits! As does the man!!" Char smiled and pulled Albert into his arms lovingly, as the out-of-breath stepmother came panting up to them.
"No...It can't be true...take it off right now..." she said admist heavy breathing.
"No." Said Albert frankly. He turned back to his loving prince, to find him on bended knee.
"So, Albert...ummm...Well, I know we're both too young for marrige" he stammered nervously, tightly grasping Alberts hand. "But would you like to live together for a while, and get to know each other better?" There was shining hope in Char's eyes, and Albert could tell that he already knew the answer would be yes.
"Of course I would. It would be wonderful!" Char pulled him into his loving embrace, and they hugged and kissed, and lived happily ever after.
The end.
So, think it will be a best selling kids book any time soon?
~Sorceress/Kat
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on 2004-08-22 08:38 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-08-22 09:08 am (UTC)As for being a best-selling kids book- it very well could be in this day and age
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on 2004-08-22 10:39 am (UTC)"Fairy Tales : Traditional Stories Retold for Gay Men" by Peter Cashorali.
Its a fun book, which fits my idea of the fairy tales.
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on 2004-08-23 08:51 am (UTC)~Sorceress
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on 2004-08-22 12:31 pm (UTC)by the way, interesting story. you're a good writer. :)
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on 2004-08-22 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-09-13 02:40 pm (UTC)~Matt
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on 2005-06-24 07:50 am (UTC)~V~
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on 2005-07-05 07:03 pm (UTC)~Sor
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on 2006-03-12 02:42 pm (UTC)Some kids in my C.Lit class did a story called 'Cinder Albert', but I don't know if they left Prince Charming alone or turned him into a princess.
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on 2006-04-13 01:40 am (UTC)They totally should have left him a guy.
Still wouldn't have been as good as mine though.
~Sor
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on 2006-05-04 09:17 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-10-03 02:06 am (UTC)~Sor