Cinderella-Personal Narrative

His mind reeled in such agony that he dropped the blade he had drew and clamped his hands over his ears, slamming his eyes shut as the voice grew louder. "...As for why you are here, what you are looking for...I do not know. But I have a guess as to what you want." So loud. "...I did not think you would take so long." His jaw clenched as his teeth crushed together, his knees almost buckling. What was she doing? It was all...

She was forced to watch it- guilty never felt so horrible. Each time a bruise or a deep, bloody scar appeared on her friend’s body, Soon-Young shrieked in horror and begged for mercy. Salty tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes were bright red but she didn’t care. It was unbearable to watch a group of monstrous, heartless soldiers torturing her friend in all sorts of way. And they seemed to enjoy it.

Lystra awoke to the sounds of death. Sitting up, she was surrounded by the other Deceived in the alcove as they stared at the Unable. In lines, some were shot; others were pushed through another door. Lystra didn’t watch, not at first, but held her hands to her ears, and counted the pairs of shoes she saw in front of her. The sound of shooting stopped soon enough, and the others in the alcove eventually lost interest. Some sat, some paced, others huddled in small groups, whispering among themselves.

Then, the support off the bed was pulled away. If it hadn't been for the stranger having wrapped her legs around his waist as he pounded her tight, sopping slit, Sophie's shoulders might have been wrenched from their sockets. It caused her to drop, and for the teen's head to fall back, perfectly aligned at crotch level. Karl, as he'd done with Alexandria earlier that day, slid the leather belt from the loops of his pants, and smiled into her gorgeous hazel eyes. 'You said something about punishment."

Once upon a time it was a beautiful girl named Cinderella. She was so beautiful that everyone loved her so much that they couldn’t see her for what she really was; which was a thief. She was one of the best thieves in the kingdom because no one expected her. The only three people that knew about Cinderella’s stealing problem was her stepmother and stepsisters. They assumed she was stealing because she always had a lot of expensive things, but they knew she didn’t have enough money to buy these things.

Blaize panted and took a shaky step back. Blood dripped onto the floor in thick, heavy splatters. The man in front of him was past the point of screaming, his voice hoarse and fractured, with tears and blood running in rivulets down his contorted face. But Blaize wasn’t done yet. The thick pools of blood spilled on his lap weren’t enough. There was a deep, cavernous hunger that rose in Blaize, that sent heat rushing through every vein in his body. He grabbed Lawrence’s chin /hard/, pulling him so that the pathetic man looked him in the eyes. Blaize chuckled. Those pretty eyes looked so /scared/, shaking and filled with tears.

“Did you know how many of my men she slaughtered?” He asked before charging on. “Of course, you did. You helped break the bitch out of her cell then carved your way through my home. It is a shame, really” he mused. “You both must have separated as I never saw you until the guards brought you to me. Would you like to know how she died? Your cousin,” he spat out the word like a curse, “kept trying to reassure your drunken

I heard Yunho calling my name and I just m0an..yeah I m0an..you see Cinderella taught us how to moan.. from m0aning to get attention to seducing your man..from innocent to seductive to loud moan.. I’m a good student..I know right! hehehe I can use It righ now..

Each person in the world has heard of Cinderella, no matter what kind of version it may be. Cinderella is the one fairy tale story that has been popular and will always be the one tale that has to be told to children. Words and story lines might be twist and turn, but in the end the knowledge of the story will be learned in similar ways. As we all know when one story is told another is created, when one is at its best then another is at its worse. One version will always be better than another, but no matter what version it might be the story will be told.

The story that most of us know as “Cinderella” actually has a lot of different versions. These different versions contain several elements that are similar, but yet even more elements that differ from one another. The three main difference between all the different versions of this story are the characters, how others treat the main character, and the setting in which these stories take place.

     When examining adaptations of fairytales you must look at the original source. This can be a very difficult task because with fairytales we never really know where the original came from. I will base my paper on the theory that the original tale of Cinderella comes from the Grimm Brothers version of Ashputtle. In comparison we will examine two movies. First there is the Disney version Cinderella. Secondly we will look at the movie 'Ever After'.

Cinderella is a classic childhood fairy tale of a young woman who’s mother and father both die, leaving her with a wicked stepmother and two wicked stepsisters. There have been several movies portraying this classic tale. One of which is Everafter starring Drew Barrymore. In this movie a girl loses her father and mother leaving her to be a servant for her stepmother. She meets a prince and falls in love. In another Cinderella type story line A Cinderella Story starring Hilary Duff, a girl who loses her parents end up with her stepmother and two sisters. She falls in love with the popular boy in school, who ends up being her prince

Scuttling innocently through the twisting corridors I bore the same expression; head down, shoulders hunched, avoiding any eye contact - my desperate attempts to deter the despot for one day at least. Despite my efforts, there was no escape, as seemingly within the second of having that naively optimistic thought, a cruel, callous voice demanded I surrender my broach. Fear spiked, as it always did, but with it came something else, an alien emotion ... Looking back now, I see that it must have been the cumulative effect of months of torment that brought me to the realisation that at this point I had reached the nadir of my life. Deriding cackles pierced my ears and this time I recognised the emotion, fury. It burned through my veins, along with the memories of the past to form a feeling of overwhelming power. I met the daggers that would usually invoke terror, and calmly, I said “No.”

Once upon a time there was a little girl, her father and her mom. The little girl's name was Ella. Her mother was very sick with the bubonic plague. She was very sick the doctors said that she would not make it. So they spent a lot of time together. A week later she died the dad was very sad and Ella didn’t come out of her room for a week. She only came out to get food and water but she go right back to her room without saying anything. She was very sad. So one day her father left to go get some food for Ella and himself. So he went out and was out for 2 hours. Ella came down and he was not there. So she started to wonder what was going on. So she went outside and sat of the porch. Me and my darling (Ella's father) come driving up.

The story of Cinderella describes my great-great grandmas’ odd and occasionally unbelievable life. Similar to Cinderella, Amparo Amieiro lived with her step-family who did not enjoy her company, to say it nicely. Her illegitimacy caused her to be treated as a slave for the family, so, when given the chance, she left the house and got married at seventeen in 1931. A year later, she gave birth to a son and another year later, her husband died, leaving her a widower. Within the next twenty years, Amparo gave birth to two girls and two boys. Fast forward to 1952, and she was still alone with five children, living in poor Mayagüez, Puerto Rico.