she eats all the bread on the way to grandma’s and fills her basket with wildflowers instead. she builds a fort with the mattresses and feather beds, roasts the pea on a bamboo skewer, and tells the prince she isn’t interested in marriage at this time. she eats all the porridge and barricades the door with the chairs and the bed frames, barring the bears out of their own house. she wakes up and steals the candlesticks on the way out — no one will know, the whole castle is asleep. she plucks the petals off a flower in a garden at midnight and the beast falls down dead. she cuts off the princess’ long hair to weave into ribbon, and sells them for coinage as gold as the locks. she scrubs the floor and steals her stepmother’s brooch and her stepsisters’ pearls when they leave for the ball. she sells the golden goose to the king and plays the harp in the town square, singing to hear the sound of her own voice. she drags the prince to the surface and holds him for ransom. she cuts the poison apple into eighths, dips the pieces in caramel, and lays them on each pillow. she feeds her own piece to the deer outside the window and then roasts its heart along with the huntsman’s. she sells all the matches to the highest bidder; when no one pays, she sets the town ablaze to keep her warm. she leaves the frog where he is and buys a hundred new balls; she doesn’t need him. she doesn’t knit the scarves; she uses the string to strangle the witch, leaving her brothers as swans.
Hannah Landis is an award-winning poet and author. She all too often is distracted in class by her story and poetry ideas. In her room, you’ll find overflowing bookshelves and too much stationery (though she doesn’t believe “too much stationery” is a real phrase.) When she’s not writing, she loves hammocking and dancing to Ed Sheeran, but she’s currently working on multiple creative projects, such as multiple short stories and her overflowing ideas for poetry.