Time for a book giveaway!

I have a print copy of Red’s Hood here with my John Hancock on it. It’s itching to find a new home with someone who loves fairy tales, romance, and reading fantasy.

Of course I’m going to make everyone work for this autographed copy of my most awesome book.

I can’t just give you this copy, so here is what I want from everyone who decides to go for it.

Write me a fairy tale. Yes, a fairy tale. It can be an original, a retelling, or your favorite. (If it’s just your favorite you have to tell me WHY it’s your favorite.)

It can be as long as you want, but no shorter than 500 words.

I’m going to keep this going until August 26, 2012 at MIDNIGHT. So you have 3 days.

You can leave the story in the comments (which I prefer) or you can email it to me @ hlwampler24@yahoo.com.

Happy writing and good luck!

 

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10 responses to “Time for a book giveaway!

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  2. I’m going to write from a part of my favorite fairy tale, Beauty and the Beast.
    I love it because it shows that you should not judge people based upon looks and first impressions. The fallacy is revealed when the truer, inner beauty of the Beast is uncovered through love, patience, and sacrifice.

    The prince was ugly at first. His personality and demeanor made him a beast on the inside, the enchantress cursed him and only through the pure love of Belle, and learning to truly love her did he turn back into himself.

    Belle begins to feel guilty about breaking her promise to the Beast and uses the mirror to see him back at the castle. She is horrified to discover that the Beast is lying half-dead of heartbreak near the rose bushes her father had stolen from and she immediately uses the ring to return to the Beast.

    Upon returning, Belle finds the Beast almost dead, and she weeps over him, saying that she loves him. When her tears strike him, the Beast is transformed into a handsome prince. The Prince informs Belle that long ago a fairy turned him into a hideous beast after he refused to let her in from the rain, and that only by finding true love, despite his ugliness, could the curse be broken. He and Belle are married and they lived happily ever after together.

    • Wow, that is impressive. I’ve always loved the hidden meaning behind fairy tales.
      Beauty and the Beast is one of my favorites. Not THE favorite, but top 5. My absolute favorite is Cinderella.

  3. I’ll make up my own fairy tale.

    Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there lived a princess. Her father was a loving and devoted man, but was always away at war protecting the kingdom. Now the girls mother died in child birth, so as she grew up, he decided she needed a new mother. He married one of the ladies of court, unaware that she was in fact an evil and jealous enchantress. The king showered his daughter with affection, and the men of the kingdom loved her so.

    While the kindly king was away at war, the evil enchantress decided she had to get rid of the princess. One day she followed the princess to her favorite place in the entire kingdom, the rose garden. As the princess sat near a pond singing, the evil enchantress took an enchanted rose to her. As the princess grabbed it she was stuck by one of the thorns and transformed into a rose bush.

    When the king returned he was distraught to find out his beloved daughter was missing. He had his entire army scouring the country side looking for her, not knowing she was a few feet away trapped in the rose bush.

    As time went on the king grew old and depressed. He wanted nothing more than to have his only child back. As it so happened a handsome prince from a neighboring kingdom was meeting with the king to talk about a treaty. As they walked through the garden the prince was mesmorized by the beauty of the red rose bush by the small pond. He walked up to it, and just started to talk to it. As he talked, telling it how beautiful it was, he noticed it begin to shake. He said nothing to the king, but as the week went on he would go out every night and talk to the rose bush.

    The evil enchantress noticed how fond the prince was of the bush and decided that she would have it moved somewhere where nobody would find it. But before she could, the prince found out her plan. He rushed to the bush and explained he would never let anything happen to it. As he reached out to touch one of the buds, it transformed back into the princess.

    Shocked the prince fell backwards, amazed at what he saw. The now old king came running when he noticed his lost daughter standing in the garden. The princess explained what happened with the enchantress and that the prince had become her true love as he showed her such kindness even when she was nothing more than a plant, and that broke the spell.

    The king had the enchantress thrown in the dungeon where she remained until her dying day, while the prince and princess were married and lived happily ever after.

  4. I am very excited about your book — I almost bought it the other day off of Amazon and then I saw this!!!!

    __________________________________________________________
    A yellow cricket once lived under the cool shade of a beautiful tree. Every day, just before the sun began to set, the yellow cricket would leave his home and fly to the wheat fields. As he passed through the village, he sang for the women, letting them know when a storm was coming, when romance was in the air, or when the roses needed tending. No one in the village had a clock or wanted one: The cricket’s music guided them in a rhythm truer than time.

    The yellow cricket flew past the farmers, too, as they headed home from the fields. They all waved to the yellow cricket, knowing that, with their workday done, the work of the yellow cricket was just beginning.

    When the yellow cricket finally reached the fields, he would perch himself on top of a long golden stalk and sing a song to the wheat. All the other crickets from across the land joined in. The crickets sang songs about planting time and harvesting time, songs about the cool, sweet rain and the hot, grueling sun. The crickets sang to remind the wheat about the pureness of bread and the sweetness of cake, reminding the stalks about who they were and what they one day might be.

    One day, as dawn was about to break and the crickets were about to head home, everyone gathered around the yellow cricket. He had sung exceptionally well that night.

    “You are the best singer of all,” they said to him. “Why don’t you go to a much larger place than this wheat field and show the world our greatness. Why don’t you sing to the sea?”

    As the yellow cricket went home, he considered what the other crickets had told them. It would take courage, the yellow cricket knew, to sing to the sea. And what would he sing about? he wondered.

    “I will know when I get there,” he answered out loud. But the yellow cricket knew he must prepare. From that moment, he decided to discipline himself. No longer would he stay out in the cold at night, and no longer would he waste time with his friends. If he were going to sing to the sea, he would need every ounce of his strength to do it.

    Finally, the day came when the cricket was ready. But before he began his journey to the sea, he passed through the village to say goodbye.

    “Our lives won’t be the same without you, little cricket,” the women of the village cried. “But the sea needs to hear you,” the farmers told him, as he flew past. “Tell the great sea about our village. Tell the great sea about our lives.”

    It took the yellow cricket many days to reach the sea. (He was, after all, a very small cricket.) But when a cool, salty breeze rushed forward to greet him, he knew he was drawing near.

    Seating himself upon a large rock, the yellow cricket looked down at the crashing waves below. The sea rose before him like a mighty giant.

    Just then, the cricket knew what he wanted to tell the sea. He wanted to sing about how the women in the village dreamed of diving to the deepest part of the ocean floor, and how the farmers of the village dreamed of scaling the highest mountain peak. The cricket then began to sing a song that was the finest any man, woman, animal, or insect has ever composed.

    But the sea roared, drowning out the cricket’s song. The yellow cricket tried to raise his voice, but the sea became louder and louder, even though it could plainly see that the yellow cricket was singing his heart out.

    The yellow cricket sang and sang until no sound came. His voice was forever broken. With heavy sadness, the yellow cricket left the sea and returned home. He no longer sang.

    Life in the village was different. Without the yellow cricket’s music to guide them, the women in the village fell into the empty rhythm of the clock’s tick-tock, and the farmers’ fields soon forgot the glorious story of wheat.

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