I wanted quaint. I wanted a gingerbread cottage with a wrap-around porch filled with rocking chairs where we could drink tall glasses of sweet iced tea, and watch fireflies lighting up the night. I wanted flower boxes on every window overflowing with red geraniums. I wanted a white picket fence fairytale. What I got was a trailer trash nightmare.
All those nights snuggled together sharing our hopes and dreams, I told you all my secrets thinking you and I would be together forever. I’m embarrassed by my gullibility.
You never intended to keep your promises. Was it all some sort of joke to you?
I was a conquest. You didn’t court me, you commandeered me. You took me from my family and friends, everything familiar. There was no one I could turn to for help. There was also no one to see the bruises.
Planning wasn’t difficult. I had all the time in the world. I was even able to Frankenstein the tools I needed from trash you left around the yard. The difficulty was keeping a straight face so you wouldn’t catch on to my scheme.
My only regret was not being able to forever capture that look on your face. The surprise and shock were priceless, but that exploding head part was unfortunately permanently disfiguring. It will be ages before anyone finds what’s left of you. We’re so isolated back here.
I at least got my fairytale ending, the one where the princess defeats the evil ogre.
Thin spiral notebook 
You created a story that was sad in its hope of the future (that first paragraph set the story perfectly), yet…she was a kick-ass chick that gave just desserts. Good story. Liked it.
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OH Tara, this was excellent and sad. Sometimes I wonder if I watch too much SVU…but then I remember that “ripped from the headlines” means that it happens, all too often and some people don’t even need to move you to the woods to isolate or break your spirit beyond repair. it happens in every day life, it happens to people we least expect it to happen to.
However, the pace and wording was almost poetic, this ogre was not an adorable sketch like Shrek, he was deserving of retribution, too bad it took her own act of violence to get it.
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Good for her for writing her own fairy tale ending (though I doubt Disney will be making a movie of it anytime soon 🙂 )
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Dayum!!
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Great narration…and wonderful imagery!
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This is so, so awesome! Just loved this – every word! Kudos Tara – you are simply brilliant!
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Uh oh. Now I’m worried about how much I love ‘Frankenstein the tools’.
You so nailed all ends of that isolation, especially the mental disassociation. Awesome, Tara!
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So cool. I like that she got to defeat the “ogre” in the end. Perhaps not the fairytale she wanted, but still a victorious. This is a well-written and very enjoyable story. Kudos to you!
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As others have said… frankenstein the tools is a great phrase… and that exploding head, considering the circumstances is quite an uplifting ending..
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“even able to Frankenstein the tools” That was an awesome phrase. I so totally imagined the author as a desperate, slightly deranged woman whose isolation and need merged into an impossible plan. Too bad about the disfiguration, though.
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