The Cinderella Man

“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ~ C.S. Lewis

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“The thirteenth foot’s different, sir. We’ve a second killer.”

“Copycat?”

“Doubt it, sir.”

“Why? The note is exclusive to this case, but the glass slipper and severed toes are identical. Even if the big toe was mutilated and stitched back—”

“That’s no toe, sir. The note reads, ‘No more happy endings for this prick’”.

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a wee note (not provided by the killer)
– this is a work of fiction. Fairytale references are the products of my eerie imagination and used in a creepily fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events isn’t coincidental at all, since it was totally inspired by Camila Domonoske’s article, “Human Feet Still Washing Up in Pacific Northwest, But Don’t Panic”.
– for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55.


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Welcome to the Pain Circus

I crashed into the Pain Circus when a rock cracked my skin and flashed a shinbone the color of blood-shrouded teeth in a ragged mouth crimsoned by rouge pumped out of my heart. I screamed for the audience, believing my pain to be unique in its wrath.

Innocence and ignorance are kissing cousins. Reality’s an unwanted child that shits all over your best suit while giggling at you. But you accept the little bastard because you (and the rest of us) can’t thrive without its crap.

I live in my Pain Circus, collecting screams, ripping art out of agony’s gut, spelling hurts, using rage and will to feed the fire fueling my ink.

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the wee notes…
– inspired by my first memory of excruciating physical pain. Before that, I had suffered a burn or 3, and had lived with a skin disease that could’ve probably won me a shambling role in The Walking Dead, but… the shock of seeing my tibia exposed has made this incident one of my most vivid memories of physical pain. I’ve suffered more serious injuries since, but for some reason this one always bleeds brighter than the rest. No idea why…
– for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

these deliciously creepy postcards, by Mizna Wada,
are a gift from my sweetest and dearest, Mistress Emma,
of Groovy Gothic. Thanks a bunch, Emma love.