Cinder awoke next to the warm, sooty fireplace feeling very content with herself. For those few moments she spent next to that fire no one could boss her around, yell at her, or beat her for being “late” on chores. She was free for those stolen moments.
Noticing the sunrise peeking into the small window she hopped up and wiped the soot off her dress. The same soot for which she was named after. Cinder.
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Cinder Maid
FantasíaWritten way back in like 2015 when I was in 6th grade, this story won two writing contests in Illinois. It's nothing special, but it means a lot to me because it proved that people enjoyed reading my work. It's a simple retelling of Cinderella and I...
