The First 350 Words

Chapter One:

Princess Catherine

I wasn’t sure how, but I knew that guy in the Hawaiian shirt was really an ogre.

Gnawing on a big, greasy turkey leg, he leaned against the sign that advertised our flower shop, right outside the dusty window. He had long hairy arms and a hook nose and one big eyebrow all the way across his forehead.

I sat completely still while my heart thudded. Ogres were the ones that ate children, right?

Except that nobody walking around seemed to notice. Magic dust or something sparkled all around him, but everyone else strolled by like he was just some random guy hanging out on the boardwalk with pineapples on his shirt. I didn’t know what was scarier – the fact that I was looking at a real, live ogre or the fact that I was the only one seeing the freaking ogre. Had the meatball completely rolled off my spaghetti? I held my breath and squeezed my eyes shut … then looked again.

The guy in the Hawaiian shirt was just a guy. No sparkles or anything.

I blew my breath out. Get a grip, Cat. Rose warned you not to read those fairy tales right before bed. But where else could I read them? My mom didn’t approve of “those kinds” of stories, so I had to sneak them at Rose’s house during sleepovers.

I sighed and looked down at the school report on the workbench in front of me. The only thing I’d written so far was, “Catherine Brökkenwier, age 12.” I was supposed to be writing my history paper on Warwick Castle in England, stuck by myself in the back room of our shop, with Mom’s gardening tools and the smell of wet dirt. But instead, I’d been pretending I was a princess in my very own castle, with fairy ladies-in-waiting and dungeons full of goblins. At least Mom couldn’t stop me from dreaming. But who was I fooling? Princesses were supposed to be beautiful and graceful and have rooms full of gold. And less dirt under their fingernails.

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Comments
  1. Hi John!
    Great post! So many sometimes I can’t keep them in order! I reblogged your post and thanks again!
    Dev

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  2. Laura says:

    Is this a state fair or Renaissance faire? If the latter, it is spelled with an “e”.

    I’m a playtron (dress but don’t work) at several faires, so seeing it without the e bothered me. But other than that, I like it so far.

    I’m also writing a book on the Fae, similar to yours but totally different.

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  3. Great premise. So far, I can see how a MG’er would fall in love with a story that starts out like this. Write on!

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