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DollSIZED

DollSIZED

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A twisted retelling of the story ‘Thumbelina. In 1914 in France Paris on the first day of spring, Diana Meyers served as the house maid to the lowly Duchess and her two sons as their personal stool. Diana is portrayed as a well-mannered girl fit to be ready to marry any day, but she’s stuck being the house maid. But that’s not her only problem, she can see little people. Diana was always good at keeping that courteous persona of hers, but the little people have been ruining her bit by bit. Diana, in fits of anger kills a small person before it could cause more havoc, little did she know it would cause her so much affliction. Under a trance she is knavery into the edge of the enchanted forest and finds herself being bitten by an infectious fairy, making her the size of a thumb. The only cure is said to be a flower called the Forget-Me-Not, but she’s not the only one in the cursed forest who wants that flower. With a potential ally named Xavier the half bird, she is off to find the flower before the evil queen and her treacherous allies.
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Folktales and legends are the essence of childhood, but there comes a time when they must be left behind. One must grow up. But when The Princess of Kaupa, is married off to the King of the Theas. What seems to be a match made by the avaricious King of Kaupa, turns out to be a match made by the gods. Folktales and legends are the essence of childhood, but there comes a time when they must be left behind. Or must they? * * * I tilt my head to look at him. I have tears in my eyes; one is running down my cold cheek. I see his eyes widen and him falling to his knees beside the tub. He grasps my left arm forcefully, his eyes wide with fear. "You will never have me..." My voice breaks, but I manage to force out the words that are edged in my mind, and in my heart. "I curse you, everything you ever love shall die, everything you ever try shall fail, everything you ever wish for shall be denied you, my curse will ruin you, but the gods... the gods will end you..." I draw in a shaky breath, and gather the last of my strength. "The gods are as sardonic as they are vengeful... You shall die by the hand of The Spirit Warrior..." In the few moments after I say those words, there is utter silence and the only thing I hear is the sound of my blood hitting the water in the tub, which is already painted red. I see him opening his mouth and yell at me, yelling my name, but I hear nothing. I close my eyes and I feel only the blood steadily dropping from my wrist. "Put me in the same coffin..."

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