I’m sorry for not posting yesterday, I wasn’t feeling well, so I slept. I’m feeling much better though, thankfully!
So, because I’m feeling a little nostalgic today, I thought I’d share more of my writing. This piece is actually a short story I wrote for my high school English class. It’s one of my favorite works, and I hope you like it!
Also, what do you like to write about? I like to write about my life, the people in my life, dreams, and random thoughts! xxoo
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Cut Off Your Hair
She hated everything about her hair. She loathed its golden color, the pin straight texture, and the length. She couldn’t stand the length. Her hair trailed down past her feet, dragging on the floor behind her until she picked it up. Whenever Mother surprised her by bringing home a fashion magazine, she skimmed past the pictures of the long “beautiful” cuts, and went to cut out the pictures of the models with the pixie cuts, the “edgy” cropped hair, their faces on full view for everyone to admire. Mother always scolded her for focusing on what she could never do with her hair, and how people would do anything for just one look at it. Every time Mother said that, Rapunzel always added silently in her head “no one was coming to admire us anyway.” For as long as she could remember, it had just been her and Mother in their tall tower deep in the forest. No one had ever tried to come see them, and she supposed no one wanted to. Who would want to see a woman and her daughter with the freakishly long hair?
So in her tower she stayed, stuck with her stupid hair. It always was tangled, and because she did art projects when she was bored, the ends of her hair were always streaked with paint and charcoal. When she was a little girl, Mother caught her trying to color her hair brown with Crayons, and now she only could do art when Mother wasn’t in the tower. Just for once she wished she could move around freely without her hair knocking something over or getting snagged. Lost in bitter thought, she could barely hear her mother yelling at her.
“Rapunzel…Rapunzelll…. RAPUNZEL! Snap out of it you silly girl!”
Rolling her hazel eyes, Rapunzel looked over at her Mother who was tapping her foot impatiently.
“I’m leaving to go shopping; I’ll be back in a few hours. Do NOT do anything to your hair alright?
Rapunzel sighed. “Yes Mother”
“Good girl! Well, I’ll see you in a little while!”
And then she was gone, her cloak slipping behind her. Rapunzel could never figure out how she vanished so quickly from the tower.
Looking around at her surroundings, she noticed a bit of empty wall space that she could paint with. Grinning, she grabbed her oil paints and ladder from a corner and scaled up to the spot. As she painted, her hair and face became smeared with the colors of her artwork. She was almost done when the strangest thing happened.
“THUD” A tremor swept through the tower. The floor shook; making the ladder that Rapunzel was perched on wobble.
“CRAP” she thought, “I hope I don’t fa-”
Then the ladder collapsed beneath her, her hair flying in every direction.
“HELP!” But her cry was unanswered.
And knowing that the floor was close, she closed her eyes to brace herself for the landing.
“OOF” What had she hit? It seemed softer than the floor, and she knew no other objects were around where she fell.
“Are you alright?” A deep voice said.
Rapunzels’ eyes flew open at the sound, and instead of seeing the ceiling; she saw a pair of brown eyes staring back at her.
“Hi, are you alright? I apologize for coming into your tower, but I needed a place to hide.” the voice said
“Hello, I’m Rapunzel, and it’s quite alright, thank you for saving me!” She replied breathlessly.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Oliver” And with the introductions over, he set her down gently on the floor.
As she stood, her hair trailed behind her. Oliver was looking at her hair with a odd look on his face. She braced herself for the insults; she knew that it couldn’t be ignored.
“Rapunzel, your hair is the longest I’ve ever seen! And its’ color is like pure sunlight! But, have you ever considered cutting it short and dying it brown?”
“I know, I know, I hate my hair to-” She stopped as she heard what he had just said. “Cut it short and dye it brown?” Was her wish coming true?
He gave a wide smile, his brown eyes twinkling happily at her stunned reaction.
“Yeah, I’ve always had a personal liking for short-haired brunettes.”