Shaharazad hikaye

'...Blind with rage the Empress stood up and shouted, "Shahryar, you must know that a killer doesn't have any right to the throne and rule over the Empire. But a killer of a thousand women should never be left alive to breathe another breath of air." She tightly shut her eyes and waved her slender hand in a slicing motion. A mind-numbing scream echoed through the field followed by a thud. Shaharazad opened her eyes to find the slain body of Shahryar with his head separated from his body. The head rolled over the distance towards her and stopped at her feet. She lo'ked down horrified and breathless at the head of Shahryar which carried the sadistic and cruel eyes glaring af her soul....' This is a retelling of the famous Arabian Nights origin story with it's ending reimagined.

My eyes were still bleary as I slumped over to the hearth in my chamber. That was an odd dream. I could vividly remember each of the eleven girls I had dreamed about. The food, the music, the sweet aroma of the apple orchard were all etched on my memory unlike any dream I had ever experienced. Even my legs were sore. Perhaps I had been kicking through the night in my sleep. I put a hand in my disheveled hair. I turned my head and glanced around my room. There at the edge of my bed were twelve dancing shoes, completely worn out. Every night Princess Mirabelle goes to sleep to find her self in an enchanted world accompanied by eleven other princesses. And every night in this enchanted world, they dance until their shoes fall apart. Every morning Mirabelle wakes to find all twelve worn out dancing shoes by her bed. Can she find out the mystery of the dancing shoes and stop the dancing nights so she can get a good night's rest?