I found a trove of my old stories and poems and I intend to share. This was published in my college literary magazine Inscribed in 2000, and written my junior year.
Happily Ever After Late last night I turned the page And got caught in the wrong story. "Well shit," I said and turned around But the same path was waiting for me. I knew I'd read this tale before, Something about pumpkins and mice, And everything would go my way, 'Cause I'd been so darn nice. But when the prince asked for my hand, I didn't know what to say, So I just shrugged and to my feet Muttered, "No, that's okay." He glared at me, and swaggered off And all at once I knew-- I had to go, the story'd ended And I still had my shoe. "Well that just stinks," said a castle guard, "But I don't know what to tell ya, I'd find a new story if I were you- You're a lousy Cinderella."
Heather Senz 