Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Once upon a time there was a small girl who grew up on a diet of fairy tales and fables. It was a happy childhood full of imaginative poisoners, granny gobbling wolves, and stupid princesses who got too close to spinning, pricking things.
As the small girl got older she searched in vain for the pea under the mattress and realised miserably that there was no such thing as gingerbread houses and no point in continuing to
kiss frogs

The small girl grew into a minx and longed for the days when knights in tights saved girls with impossibly long hair who had been locked up in towers by deliciously evil relatives.

So please, end my misery before the season of the red, fat man and ...


..and restore my belief that there are trolls under the bridge, there are such things as seven little men all living in one house, and that the temptress, Goldiwotsit, was nothing more than a small, blonde, chair-breaking thief!

Contributions of prose (up to 900 words) and poetry, will be gratefully received and will receive a prize of great value (Baba Yaga cut my tongue out for such lies).

You may find me in my turret at - innerminx at googlemail dot com


L.M.Noonan said...

I have sent a few words winging to your turret. probably too late as usual. What can I say, it popped into my head this morning over coffee.

Minx said...

Thank you, LM, I love this one.

gregra&gar said...

Little Minx,
I was wondering if the fairy tale I emailed you 11/11/07 ever arrived, and if so, been disqualified by being too far off genre? Just wonderin'

Minx said...

Oh my Goddess, G&G, not a sign, not a whiff of you in me inbox! Please, please, send again... innerminx@googlemail.com

Never Say Quit said...

At last I can leave a comment. I have trouble managing one blog. You've got three!
Actually blogging is a bit like a fairy story isn't it.