The prince knew his fairy tales, of course. All that he had to do now was gallop gallanty throughout the land, pretending he actually cared, and have every woman in the kingdom try on the stinking shoe. They would flock to him at the sight of him atop his mighty steed, the donkey, his limp, greasy hair thrown out behind him. Little did he know the ugliest, poorest wench of them all was the one to whom the shoe belonged. So he was galloping- okay, plodding, really- down the road on his obese donkey, when suddenly, the fat animal's hoof caught on a branch, and- 2008-03-30T16:48:37Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/9807 <p>love the details. and pretending he cared. classic. failry tales would be better if all written this way. bravo.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/9807?basename=52833 2008-03-30T16:48:37Z SKermitgorf http://ficlets.com/authors/kermitgorf <p>I love your descriptions here. It made it really easy to visualize. Your writing reminds me of Chuck Palahniuk, the author of Fight Club and Haunted. Extremely vivid, and incredibly detailed oriented.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/9807?basename=13292 2007-09-20T20:45:49Z A Clockwork Apple http://ficlets.com/authors/theatergirl558