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Write a story from the perspective/POV of a non-human or fairy tale character sharing their side of the story.

Posted in Short Story on Dec 19, 2025

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The Bear Necessities of Contract Law

Winner of Contest #334 🏆

Goldilocks Lockwood v. Bear FamilySmall Claims Court, Woodland DistrictCase No. 2024-SC-0847Transcript of the Plaintiff's Opening Statement THE COURT: Ms. Lockwood, you may proceed with your statement.MS. LOCKWOOD: Thank you, Your Honor.[Sound of papers shuffling]My name is Goldilocks Lockwood. I am a licensed house-sitting professional, bonded and insured, operating in the Forest District for the past five years. I hold certification number 4721-GL from the Forest District Professional Standards Board, and I am a dues-paying member in good ...

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C-1697

Submitted to Contest #334

OFFICE OF NARRATIVE INTERVENTION: POST-EVENT FILINGDOCUMENT ID: REV-77-CIND-1697FILING AGENT: O-99 (Field Designation: "Godmother")SUBJECT: C-1697 (Resident: Estate 4, Northern Province)EVENT TYPE: Tier-2 Social Integration / Royal GalaTOTAL DURATION: 04:00:00 (Active Phase)STATUS: CLOSED – SUCCESSFUL I. PRE-INTERVENTION COMPLIANCE AND ETHICS REVIEW1.1 Authority and Legal FrameworkThis report is submitted under the mandates of the Central Narrative Bureau (CNB), specifically the Fairness and Equilibrium Act of 812. Field Agent O-99 was dispa...

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Mirror, Mirror...

Submitted to Contest #334

I am not evil. I am honest. And honesty ruins people. The true evil lives within the women who gaze upon me. They ask their questions — always about beauty, love, money — and I tell them the truth. My answers are rarely what they want to hear. More often than not, it is exactly what they fear. What they do afterward is beyond my control. Take the Queen, for example. I was passed on to her, unwanted but intact, by an enchantress. Immediately I could see that my new owner was cold and quietly sadistic. And the way she would summon me! “Slav...

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White as Snow

Submitted to Contest #334

The mirror does not lie. It only lies just enough.In the penthouse above the city, it hangs on the wall like a window into another reality: tall, narrow, framed in black glass that never seems to gather dust. Everyone calls it the Mirror, as if it carries a title. As if it is more than an expensive object.But I hear everything.I have been hanging here for years. Bolted in place, calibrated, fed by cables running through the walls like veins. I see light. I measure heat. I read microtensions around eyes, the tightening of a jaw, the sheen on ...

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The Wolf Who Cried "Boy!"

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The Wolf Who Cried “Boy!”♪ “We ain’t no delinquents,We’re misunderstood,Deep down inside us,There is good.” ♪-The Jets Gang, West Side Story “I know why you won’t go out with me, Marcie.”“It’s not that, Big Bad. It’s not that at all. It’s just that… well, it’s…”It was that. It was always that. Ever since the night of the big storm, when little Big Bad lost contact with the pack and wandered down off the mountain into this small town, it’s been that. He was alone, without family or friends, and different… very different.Children can be cruel....

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Red on a Cold Day

Submitted to Contest #334

In the bleary darkness of a winter’s morning, each step was an unforgiving tick on the clock of life and death. The forest slumbered, buried by the frost. Beneath paws numb from the cold, the snow crunched faintly as the wolf sniffed hopelessly in search of salvation. A shape moved ahead, hobbling upright on the path that split the trees. The wolf froze still, unnerved by the memory of that two-legged gait. The human wore a cloak of red – not like that of a poppy or a tulip. It was a crimson, deep and dark, much like the warm puddle that h...

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A Fox’s Winter Promise

Submitted to Contest #334

Yuki lay half-hidden in the trees, his white fur blending into the powdered snow. His three tails, thick and full like painter’s brushes, flicked idle patterns as he watched the young woman. Snow clung to her blonde hair, damp and heavy, as she shivered beneath the shelter of an abandoned bus stop.She tapped at the weathered Japanese notice board, muttering curses as she glanced at her watch. The sun dipped toward the horizon, stretching long shadows through the conifers. Something tightened low in Yuki’s chest, an urge he did not invite. Th...

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Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

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My name is Brunhilda and in case that name does not ring a bell, I am one of the two ugly step-sisters from the classic tale called Cinderella. I was promised a happily ever after ending, but I got hoodwinked in the deal. I must admit things have gone downhill for me since she went skipping off with the handsome prince leaving me with no toes on my right foot when I tried to jam my big old foot into that glass slipper. Mom suggested that she cut off my toes so I could fit my foot into that tiny glass slipper. Hey, this is the Grimm Brothers’...

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The Selkie's Salt

Submitted to Contest #334

She holds what she believes to be a fur cloak of sorts, sliding her thumbs across the velvety, brown surface as she pinches it between her fingers. There are imperfections speckling the length of it, splotches of black and gray in no particular pattern and scuffs of thick soot beneath a layer of dust. It is rather drab, peculiar, she thinks. And yet, she cannot look away from it. Her eyes travel from top to bottom of the garment and then do so again. Over and over, she drinks in the sight of it as if to memorize its undulating curves, the d...

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Cicien's Trial

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I once had a visitor.…He was warned not to go. Yet he, he who thought that he could persevere, he who oh so foolishly thought knew more than I, decided to venture to a place where his kind was not permitted.He who wore those uncomfortable materials beneath his foot decided that courage was enough to conquer me.I asked him once, "How is it going? When I saw that his feet had found their way into the primordial soil. I told him that perhaps he will feel a sense of repentance after my trees take root within him, or perhaps after the lions of Sh...

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Wendigo

Submitted to Contest #334

The young lad sighed at the sight of his empty snare wondering how the rabbit had gotten away. He stared down the path for a moment, his wide blue eyes searching the low, snow-covered hemlock boughs for a shiver. As he lifted the rim of his woolen tuque from his ears to hear better, the pom-pom on top bounced over his sheepskin collar. When he looked up, snowflakes fell to his face like bits of lace made of ice; they clung to his eyelashes, melted, and became like tears down his cheeks. “Hmph,” he muttered under his warm breath, “silly to b...

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One Last Chance

Submitted to Contest #334

Familiar reed beds swept by, the lethargic current of the waterway carrying Tien ever closer to his past. He helped himself along with lazy kicks of his great taloned feet and held his long neck high. The meandering streams forked and twisted across the whole area, yet his memory of the place was sufficient to find the path. No matter how much he wished it wasn’t. It would be so much easier to get lost and turn back, but as it was, they would arrive on time. Habitually he shook his thick white feathers, shedding droplets of water everywhere,...

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The Wolf's Christmas

Submitted to Contest #334

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. I lay in the cedar brake where my grandfather had denned before me and I did not move. Movement cost heat. Heat cost calories. And I was six days past my last calorie — a frozen rabbit I found under a deadfall, already dead, which I ate whole because that’s where we’re at now. Fur, bones, eyeballs, the works. That’s the situation. Below me the valley was coming alive with light. The Hogg cabins. The little brick church with the bell they hauled up from Missouri. Christmas Eve...

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Stitch on The Hitch Ring

Submitted to Contest #334

I smelled the wet wood, thick mud, and old hay. I smelled the rain, which had its own taste of stone being ground down. I smelled the wrongness under all of it. Korax’s hands were cold through my mane. He patted the place where my neck meets my shoulder, the way he does when he wants me to believe he is calm.“I know,” he murmured. “Every bone in me says ‘bad idea’ too.”He said it to me like I was only a horse, like I could only understand tone. He forgot, as he always forgot when the road pressed him thin, that I understand the world the way...

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THE PEOPLE VS. THE S.C.o.B.

Submitted to Contest #334

“Aren’t you tired of hiding out here, huddled in the lodge when we should be outdoors? It is like this every time they pass through our lands,” he growled, slamming his bowl onto the counter. “Don’t walk for too long, don’t take an afternoon family stroll. When you do, they’ll swoop in with land deeds, estate documents, and false testimony – anything they can levy against you from their legal system. Just you wait and see – they will create a subclass of us to serve their greed.” A few others seated at the table offered gruff grunts of agree...

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