Welcome to my fairytale kingdom. Reading is the first step to an enchanting adventure, that will take you deep within my world. My flash fiction story that I am sharing on this blog hop is my twist on a well known fairytale. I hope that you enjoy my little story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
The Twisted Tale of Isabel
The village of Hamlin was no stranger to wicked visitors late at night. In fact it was such, that any late night visitors or strange occurrence were often ignored or shrugged off. The adults seemed to be numbed over time, as their children were attacked, taken or lured away by a pied piper, a witch or some other phenomenon. The town was a decaying remnant of what it used to be. All of the villagers would hold up in their deteriorating shacks away from the bitter wind that held the haunting laughter and voices of their loved ones.
The few children that were left and their families were forced to live on the edge of the village, so that any manifestation or commotion would not disturb the rest of the town. One such night, as the snow fell, the lingering winds quieted. The lack of laughter and whispers of children's warning voices, woke Isabel. With sleep filled eyes she stumbled out of her sheets, the last embers barely lighting her way.
As she walked down the crooked hall towards her mother’s room Isabel realized that something else was lighting her way, a strange pink glow. Isabel strained to get a closer look, and realized that the pink glow was omitting from her mother's mouth whose beautiful soft face was hardened with pain, and silent agony. The glowing essence that flowed from her mother flowed into a strange gold rimmed jar held by a strange figure in the shadows.
Isabel had heard all of the stories surrounding the terrible beasts and creatures that came for children in the night, but this was unlike any of them. His silence and devilishly handsome grin pulled her in even as she watched as her mother took her last breath. The other tales seemed childish and ridiculous, but this man exuded evil without having to utter a wicked laugh, a haunting whisper, or enticing tune. He didn’t hold out candy, or tempt you with a house made of cake.
His appeal was pure wickedness. Most children would run in terror at the way her mother’s beauty shriveled away, disappearing into a small bottle, or be haunted by a mothers face now warped in pain and anguish. But not Isabel. Her mind reeled with questions. Perhaps that was why, when the devil held out his pale and boney hand she automatically took it.
They exited Isabel’s house, into the silent village, made more so by the snow falling. Isabel realized that it was not just snow, but mixing with the ashes was her house burning rapidly behind them. Strangely there was no crackling, the only sign of the fire was the heat on their backs. Isabel couldn’t stop staring at the gold rimmed crystal jar, glowing with the pink essence of her mother as it clinked against an identical empty shell hanging from a strap at the mysterious strangers waist.
Once they were safely in the forest, the man bent down on his knees in front of her. His hands trembled violently as he untied the drawstrings on her cape. The air picked it up and it fell on the edge of the village. The red a stark contrast against the snow. As the village woke, so did a wolf who stumbled upon the red hood. The villagers discovered Isabel's red hood in his mouth. Her mother’s cottage was completely gone.
The girl who made the Devil tremble was completely forgotten, the only remnants left, a fairytale about a girl in a red hood. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world she never existed.
All rights reserved by K. A. Petentler copyright 2015
For more stories, check out these other authors.
Katharina Gerlach http://www.katharinagerlach.com/posts/canned-food
Rabia Gale http://www.rabiagale.com/2015/08/26/spark-a-highwind-short-story
Shana Blueming http://shanablueming.com/?p=242
Amy Keeley http://amykeeley.wordpress.com/?p=2396
Cherie "Jade" Arbuckle http://www.rpgfiction.com/?p=148
Karyn Lynn http://www.angelawooldridge.com/posts/an-alternative-to-frog
Angela Wooldbridge http://reprobatetypewriter.com/the-family-book
Thea van Diepen http://www.expectedaberrations.com/?p=2495
Paula de Carvalho https://pauladecarvalho.wordpress.com/2015/08/26/body-double
Kris Browser http://krisbowser.com/tantrums-and-other-tales
Virginia McClain http://virginiamcclain.blogspot.com/2015/08/blades-edge-short.html
Grace Robinette https://mybutterflydreaming.wordpress.com/2015/08/17/georg-grembl
Elizabeth McCleary http://www.elizabethmccleary.com/?p=732
Dale Cozort http://dalecoz.livejournal.com/101341.html
A couple of years ago I came up with an idea, that for Halloween, instead of handing out candy I would pass out a book. A concept and character were born that day but I never could have dreamed that only a few years later it would become reality. Bigger and better than I had ever imagined.
October 31, 2015 this dream is going to become a reality. Our Activity Book, which includes all of our characters and a few new faces, will be handed out at the Salem Halloween Festival. A limited supply of our children's books will be available for sale as well. (Polarbe in hardback and Penguin in paperback.)
I love that I get to share the characters that only existed in my head a year or two ago. I love watching them come to life on paper, and that I can share them with all of you. Now if only it would be that easy to implement all my other ideas and share them with the world... but for now I will continue putting children's books out there.
K. A. Petentler
I feel extremely honored to be apart of this blog hop with many amazing authors, one in particular who I look up to as a writer, Rabia Gale. She tells stories with such vibrant details, I hope someday I am at least half as good as she is with my prose.
What is a blog hop? It is a day where the reader, can jump from blog to blog and read a short flash fiction story done by the author. It is like a food truck festival for the mind, in the comfort of your own home.
My story will be a fun fairytale, and mythology inspired short.
Teaser: The Devil will meet his match.
Partly inspired from another fairytale author, Cameron Jace and his Grimm Diaries prequels.
Catch up on your fairytale Authors with Kindle.
Hope you will enjoy this brain fest!
K. A. Petentler
I don't know why, but something about this image always makes me a little sad. I don't know if it is because he is all alone in this vast kingdom he has built to share with others, or if it just the missed opportunity, of never being able to meet him in person.
I always imagine sitting in his office, across from him. Me pitching my ideas and him telling me honestly what he thinks of them, good or bad. It is a weird thing, but it makes me inspire to be a better writer.
I imagine him somewhat like my uncle John who passed away almost ten years ago. He was always pretty harsh on my photography, but in a positive and encouraging way his criticisms made my photography better.
That is how I imagine Walt Disney would have been. Encouraging the raw talent I was born with but still making me aware that there is so much more that I can do to improve my work.
Is it a wonder that I dedicated my book, The Immortality Clause to both men?
For John and Walt
Whose stories will never be forgotten as long as there are people alive in the world who will remember them, the way they were always meant to be remembered.
K. A. Petentler
I am a fairytale writer of children's books and young adult novels. At the moment I have self published through my own publishing company. Remnants Publishing. Unmasked is my first long short fairytale. Polarbe's Hibernation is our children's book. And there is plenty more on the way.