The Boy Who Caught the Wishing Star
Once upon a time, there was a boy. This boy, out of all the boys in town, had trouble reading. So, he asked the sky for help. He asked her, "Oh dear sky, whatever shall I do?
Once upon a time, there was a boy. This boy, out of all the boys in town, had trouble reading. So, he asked the sky for help. He asked her, "Oh dear sky, whatever shall I do?
This is the opening sequence/prologue to my Orpheus and Eurydice rewrite (partially inspired by Hadestown with the tracks and all but I have never seen the musical) in 1860s cowboy Texas!
“The end. Are you sure you like this story? It’s a little scary.”
“I’m not afraid of anything, mama!” Eyes rolling, Luna’s mother crawled out of bed, exiting her young daughter’s small bedroom.
Princess Cassandra Scarlett De La Cruz has it all. A Palace, money, and servants waiting on her hand and foot. The thing is, she wants nothing to do with her parents and the tyrantical rule they keep over her kingdom.
Robins are chirping
The blossoms are opening
The springtime is near
Part 1
“Have a good night.”
“You too,” I responded dryly from behind the counter.
Every day he woke up to his alarm at 7 made some breakfast took a shower and got dressed. Every day he’d get to work 10 minutes early at 8:50 and brew coffee to get himself prepared for the day.
the wooden floorboards creaked from the weight, a circle on the floor like we were kindergarteners once again. never missed the 'get to know you circles' .
My name is silence. The silence of the doctor as he walked in. The silence as they understood he would not be born. The silence of the phone line as she learned she was not a grandmother. The silence of the ride home.
You assembled me with great care and patience like a ship in a bottle. You made me a fine coat with matching pants with pockets like yours. The only difference was that I was not in mine.
The animals already knew when it happened. They all started dying.
Salty.
I lick my lips, trying to clean my face. Then I remember, I am not a cat. I lift my hand to my eyes to dry the tears the old fashioned way. They are cold. I am holding hands with myself.