55 FICTION
The Prince’ s Bride By: Annabel Weyhrich
“ Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,” the prince gasped. He looked at her wedding band. The prince yelled louder’“ Rapunzel, Rapunzel my love, let down your hair!” He braced himself for the journey up the tower without rope.“ What?” he bellowed eyes widening. Rapunzel untangled herself from the witch.
“ It’ s not what it looks like!” My Boy By: Ellen White
When I got my great dane, Henry, years ago,
he immediately became my best friend.
Watching basketball together,
“ accidentally” strolling past local girls,
playing fetch,
going for jogs,
he would even play soccer with me.
Unfortunately,
I lost him.
After days of searching the neighborhood,
I found him under a bush,
with 12 feeding puppies.