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The Green Hat

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   I put on the green hat. I would go outside and face my shame. Would I have done anything differently? I don't think so. I could not imagine my life without her. I would take the imperfect love she offered over love from any other woman.      I met Liang in the spring of 1878. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. When flowers saw her they would close next to her astonishing beauty. I wanted to offer her my life. This was a time where many women would have more than one husband so that they could be economically secure. I did not want to share her beauty with any other man. I made my living as a shop owner. Many times I had thought about going to America to make a better living, but I never did.      I would bring Liang gifts each day because she lived across the street from my shop. In the early morning light, I would see her hair shine and her lovely pink robe would be wrapped around her as if she were a gift. She would smile and m...
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Cinderella's Heart of Glass

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       It was late afternoon and her chores were finally completed. She went to her dresser drawer and pulled out the white cloth. Wrapped in the cloth was her glass heart. She didn't need it for most of her day. Her stepmother and stepsisters were not careful stewards of it and she knew that she had to keep it hidden.       She placed it against her chest and it sank into her and she gasped as she felt it beat within her. She went out to the patio to feed her birds. She couldn't enjoy their spirits without her heart in place. As she fed them the joy from them filled her glass. She heard the clicking of carriage wheels as they hit the dirt on the road outside the gate. She swiftly ran inside to hide her heart.      "Cinderella" her stepmother called to her.       She ran into the room and curtsied in front of her stepmother and stepsisters.       Her stepmother snorted loudly "Oh silly girl, g...
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Sleeping Beauty

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  Photo by Jordan Heath on Unsplash      "Don't need a hero to save me. I'm not a girl to set free" Hold my Heart - Lindsey Stirling      "I like stories where women save themselves" Neil Gaiman      He was almost through the thicket. He had spent days working through it slashing at the thorns. His black hair was tousled and his face was perspiring from the effort. The beautiful princess would make it all worth it. She was rumored to be under a sleeping spell. He wasn't sure how to wake her up,  but he would think of something. He was hoping to secure a match for his kingdom. It had to be a princess and the last few were very....disappointing. This one was rumored to be beautiful and wealthy.      He could finally see the castle interior through the shrubbery. The gray stone and marble gave the aura of a mausoleum rather than a castle. All was still and layers of dust covered the curtains hanging from the windows. He...
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The Little Fire Girl

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  From a 75 words or less flash fiction contest     She reached in her pocket with her trembling hand, producing a match. Her breath escaped her mouth and danced in the cold air.     “Matches” she called, but no customers heard.      She struck the match on the cobblestone. She would not let the last match burn out. The wood she gathered blazed at the match's touch.       She was no longer the match girl, but the fire girl. She would not die.
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