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31 May 2016 @ 12:22 pm
Original Fiction: "Dancing Shoes"  
Title: Dancing Shoes
Fandom: Traditional Fairytales
Rating: G
Summary: Sweet slumber eludes them all.
Author's Notes: For the writerverse challenge #4 Bingo Table of Doom, this is "Till the Street Lights Came On."


Spirited away from their beds each night, they slipped through the secret door and down the stairs into the world below.

Whose summons they heeded did not matter, and the lack of wanting changed nothing. Night after night, the princesses made the journey underground, traveling through strange forests and across a river to dance with princes from some unknown other kingdom.

Each day, they were wearier than the last.

Why it began and whether it would end, they did not know. Perhaps some knight or wizard might find them and set things right.

Perhaps that had already happened, and this was the result:

Not the mercy so desperately wished for, but a punishment in the guise of gaiety.

bleodswean: write every daybleodswean on May 31st, 2016 09:32 pm (UTC)
Oooooooooh! I like this small poetic drabble, K! It's like a morality tale encapsulated! Nice work!

And glad to see you writing!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on June 1st, 2016 06:12 am (UTC)
It's an abstraction of the prompt toward a fairytale, which oddly enough was the first thing that came to mind.

Dancing the night away seems like such fun, unless you never really wanted to and you cannot stop.
cindy: misc fictsuki_no_bara on June 1st, 2016 03:42 am (UTC)
this is a twist! i don't normally think of the dancing princesses dancing as punishment. i like it!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on June 1st, 2016 06:18 am (UTC)
I can imagine wanting to sleep, night after night, and instead having to get up and travel underworld to that faraway place and dance until the sun comes up. Think how tired you would be!