A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth
A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth
A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth
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Kirsty Franks<br />
Second year Creative Writing and English student.<br />
Beauty and the Leash: The Hypocrisy <strong>of</strong><br />
Fairytale<br />
Beyond a sheer drop, set into a landscape soiled with soggy mud, in a dank country not too far<br />
from you, there is a house <strong>of</strong> infinite proportions. Yet while this house brims with the<br />
stereotypical imagery <strong>of</strong> those twisted tales your granny used to dictate to you through her<br />
beady glasses while bits <strong>of</strong> her face sagged away, we shall not be visiting the tallest room in the<br />
tallest tower, but rather an inconspicuous little room on an inconspicuous corridor somewhere<br />
on the second or third floor.<br />
This particular tale takes place on a quiet, passive day, perhaps sometime in the middle<br />
<strong>of</strong> October, if you’re interested. Our protagonist, Beauty (I’m very sorry if I appear to be a<br />
plagiarist <strong>of</strong> the fairytale, but that really is her name), finds in her blissful eyelids a reaction to<br />
the light permeating through the cracks in the curtain. As she opens her eyes and flutters her<br />
eyelashes a couple <strong>of</strong> times in that adorable Disney Princess sort <strong>of</strong> way, she feels the dust lift out<br />
<strong>of</strong> them and settle on her cheeks like when you sprinkle icing sugar on the top <strong>of</strong> a Victoria<br />
Sponge. By poking her dainty nose round the edge <strong>of</strong> the velvet curtain, she ascertains that it is<br />
midday. Actually, it may be dusk; I can’t particularly remember the story anymore. I suppose if I<br />
have to choose, it seems more haunting to set the tale at dusk, yes?<br />
To recap, Beauty awakes in a room at dusk. I should probably also mention that she is<br />
not clothed; perhaps whoever placed her there mistook her for an orange and peeled away the<br />
layers <strong>of</strong> her clothing as if it were a waxy skin that needed to be removed before she could serve<br />
her purpose, or perhaps she was just a bit <strong>of</strong> a loose cannon and removed them herself.<br />
Our heroine lifts herself <strong>of</strong>f the bed and picks herself about the room, wiping away the<br />
concealed blood she finds on her inner thighs with the corner <strong>of</strong> the plum curtains. They’re<br />
such a brash colour that no one will ever notice. I’ll leave out the part about the stinging<br />
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