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Stepping on You With My Glass Slipper

“Oh my god! The prince sent an invitation for the upcoming royal ball!” Eleanor exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement as she waved the golden-sealed letter in her hand. “The royal ball!?” Anna and Cindy squealed, nearly toppling over their chair in delight. “Shh! We don’t want Ella to hear about this,” Eleanor hissed, glancing nervously over her shoulder. And there she was, Ella, standing by the doorway with her eyes gleaming, ready to pounce on anyone in sight. “Did someone say balls?” Ella grinned widely, her smile wide enough to make her mother and sister flinch. “No, no—it’s a royal ball, a ball. It’s where people… dance,” Eleanor stammered, her voice faltering. “Well, then,” Ella said, her grin stretching further, “there’s going to be a lot of balls there.” And with that, Ella darted to her room, already rummaging through her drawers. Ella wasn’t just dreaming of going to the royal ball— she dreams of every ball. In a kingdom obsessed with beauty and perfection, Ella, long ridiculed as the “ugly half-sister,” has spent her life in the shadows of her graceful and adored sisters. However, Ella never allowed mockery to pierce her strange, unbothered world. She focused on the hobby that kept growing—collecting balls and other round-shaped items. When the royal family announced the grand ball to find a bride for their prince, Eleanor’s heart sank. She feared Ella’s oddities might bring embarrassment to their family. Desperate to uphold their name, Eleanor resolved to turn her awkward daughter into a refined young lady, no matter how severe the training. “Posture, Ella! You’re not a hunchbacked scarecrow!” “Smile softly, not like you’re about to eat someone!” But despite Eleanor’s strict lessons, Ella’s wild grin never faded. It only sharpened. When the night of the royal ball finally arrived, the palace glimmered under crystal chandeliers. The prince stood poised, the very image of perfection, until the grand doors opened. Ella entered, her gown shimmering with hundreds of tiny glass spheres sewn into the fabric, catching every flicker of light. The room fell silent as a faint, musical clinking echoed with each step she took. The prince turned, his flawless gaze locking with hers. Ella smiled, leaning close enough for only him to hear. “I’ve always loved balls,” she whispered. The prince’s lips parted slightly, his polished smile faltering as if he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at. Ella tilted her head, her grin fierce and unrestrained. Then, the grand doors opened again. Gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave breaking on marble. With that, a mysterious woman in a simpler dress entered.
youneedsomemilk · 7k Views

Death at my door

Have you ever wondered what happens during death—or what lingers after it? I have. I saw it. I endured it. And it is a story I wish I could forget. Ann Jones lived an ordinary life, indistinguishable from millions of others, until the cruel hand of fate closed around her and shattered everything she knew. What followed was not a single death, but many—each one different, each one more horrific than the last. There are countless ways to die. Accidents, poison, drowning etc. Now imagine one person forced to experience all of them. Ann is trapped in a living hell no human should ever know. Every death strips away another piece of her sanity. Every rebirth drags her back into suffering she cannot escape. With each return, her hope erodes, replaced by a single desperate wish: for life to finally end. To Ann, she wonders what can end her suffering But when she is forced to relive the torment yet again, she begins to question the purpose behind her suffering. Why her? Why this endless cycle? And what unseen force stands at the door between life, death, and rebirth? “No… I don’t want rebirth,” Ann sobbed, clutching her head as her thoughts unraveled. “I just want it to be over. Once and for all. Why me? Why me?” As her sanity fractures, Ann must confront a terrifying truth: Rebirth is not a gift. It is the cruelest form of torture. Rebirth is good when you're able to change what pain you felt before but when rebirth increases the pain what's the point. And if she cannot change what happens at the door of death, she may never truly escape it. Genre: Thriller / MysteryTone: Dark, haunting, yet threaded with fragile hopeCore Themes: Survival, human experimentation, the meaning of death, the cost of rebirth
light_feathers · 2.4k Views