Darling, You SHALL Go to the Alibi

OK, look, the woman was an absolute witch. I slaved away doing every-bloody-thing while she and her precious brats sat on their flabby arses.

Drisella smirked in front of my ruined dress, hiding something behind her back. I lost. my. shit. I've always had beef with Drisella because she's so snooty and she thinks she's so much better than me.

I yanked on her arm, and there it was: the knife she hacked my up beautiful dress with. I snatched it, and swivelled it to point it at her. Just to scare her, you know? To see the look on her gormless face.

The feeling that swelled up in me, though... filling me up to my scalp and my fingertips... such a rush. She's crying and wailing, and that rush took over and slashed! Whoops! A spray of blood across me and the once-lovely dress.

Anastasia burst in, started screaming. So I did her, too. This was fire, even better than when I cut the tail off that mangey cat. The witch came in to find out what all the screaming had been about, and she found out alright. The look in her eyes, right before they went flat and glazed over, like glass... that was satisfying.

That's when the Blood Fairy appeared. There was a lot of magic available in that room, so she sorted out my dress, my transport, everything.

Get this! Then she said, and I'm dead serious, right, she said, "You have to leave at midnight, that's very important. Do you understand? Midnight!" Who even does that? Who leaves a party at midnight?! It's just getting started, then!

I promised, though. It was hard to keep it because I was just about to get lucky, and he was cute as, you know? But I ran, he tried to follow, the clock chimed... And the portal opened and here I am. Isn't that wild? There's horseless carriages. Everything glitters, everything's for sale, everything's on a screen. My old life, and all those deaths... far behind me.

I've picked up the language pretty well. And guess what? It's prom night, and nobody's here to ruin my dress or stop me kissing a cute boy.

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Word count: (excluding note): 366

Submitted on: 11th April at 23.00

*Quick Author's Note*

First, and most importantly: thank you for reading!

The story behind the story: This is a response to my own prompt, Fucked Up Fairytales

. Lots of people have responded, and I will go through every single one this weekend!

I've done a bunch of other prompts here.

A Year of Stories: I'm writing a story every day this year. This one makes an 102 day streak since the 1st January. Yesterday was my 100th piece!! I can't believe I've come this far. I'm collating them all here.

Thank you

Thank you again! Especially if you are one of the people who has been staunchly reading these daily scribbles since the start of the year. I see you, and appreciate you 😁

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