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A Fractured Fairy Tale

1Once upon a time there was a king who had a magic mirror that spoke only the truth.

2Every day, he would stand in front of the magic mirror and say,
“Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who’s the richest king of all.”

3Every day, the mirror would respond,
“Oh mighty king, you know your brand —
you are richest in the land.”

4One day, the king, after hearing a story about a king named Midas, changed his question and asked,
“Mirror, mirror, may I be bold
and ask who has the mostest gold?”

5The mirror responded,
“Your riches lie in resources many,
but Midas has gold more plenty.”

6The king frowned because this was not the answer he wanted to hear and he demanded that mirror grant him some magic so that he could have more gold than Midas.

7When he woke up the next morning, he reached over to shut off the alarm clock and it turned to gold when he touched it — in fact, everything he touched turned immediately to gold, including all the clothes in his closet when he went to get dressed.

8So he said to the mirror,
“Mirror, mirror, tell me true,
what I am supposed to do?
I have no clothes and a parade to march in.
Is there something you can put some starch in?”

9The mirror, for the first time in her existence, told a little white lie,
“Oh king, it’s not what you suppose —
When I look at you, I see fine clothes.
March in what you now are wearing —
People will cheer as they are staring.”


This is my response to The Writer’s Workshop Prompt: Write a post in exactly 9 sentences. Clearly, I have trouble counting. Forgive me.

Also, there needs to be a final line. What do you suggest?

5 thoughts on “A Fractured Fairy Tale

  1. I love version version of the story.

    The final line?

    The king was such a fool took the mirror’s word as true.

    He marched through the city and the air turned blue.

    The man he’d once bullied laughed to see

    A shriveled manhood swinging free.💜

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