literacy

=__ My rumplesticklen story !!! __=

===She waited patiently for her eyes to adjust to the dim light. The room was poorly lit, with just one candle bracket, with a candle stub burning slowly inside it. The walls were made of cold stone bricks, and there was a slow dripping sound coming from the corner. As the room came into focus, she could see a small window, too high to attempt to jump out of, and just make out the shape of a spinning wheel pushed up against the back wall next to a large pile of straw.=== ===was rarely weepy. If it wasn’t for the fact that she knew only to well that crying never did anyone any good, she would have broken down into tears right there. She didn’t know how to spin gold, she had never been near a spinning wheel in her life. She was going to die.=== ===Another of ‘s good qualities was that she was a fighter, and she didn’t give up very easily. She took a deep breath in, grabbed a small stack of straw and began to weave it as best she could in and around the many wheels and points of the spinning wheel. She sat down on the stool and pressed her foot to the pedal, attempting to feed the straw through.=== ===She knew that the sounds the spinning wheel was making could not be good. It creaked and groaned in protest, and produced a handful of straw, all churned up and the same pale yellow colour as the rest of the stack. sighed, groaned, and then screwed up the pile of straw into a ball and threw it at the opposite wall. She grabbed another handful of straw and the same thing happened. And then again.=== ===As the drowsiness engulfed her, she began to find the steady dripping of the water almost therapeutic, and the mice’s squeaking under the floor boards oddly soothing. The fatigue pulled her under, and she was asleep. She was asleep for barely an hour before she spluttered into consciousness, her face cold and wet. The leak from the roof had been dripping onto her face while she was attempting to sleep.=== ===She stood up, and prepared herself for another round of the ongoing battle between her and the spinning wheel. She scooped another handful of straw and weaved it and threaded it through the wheel. She was more focused, and alert, even after just one measly hour of sleep. She shook her head and the water in her golden hair sprayed out, hitting the walls.=== ===She kicked off her blue slipper shoe, put her foot on the pedal, and the clicking began. But this time, something was different. The machine was spitting out something new, similar to the straw but somehow much more beautiful. It was golden in colour, heavier, and seemed to glisten, though there was no sunlight. Gold.===

It felt like that moment in movies, when a white light filled the room as the lead had some form of an epiphany. A new hope filled and for the first time, she wanted to keep going.
===She spun all through the night, into the early morning, until a single strand of straw was left on the ground, forgotten, and a considerably larger pile of gold was next to it. gazed upon the gold, smiling smugly, until an unpleasant thought struck her like a bolt of lightening.=== ===She had succeeded. She was to marry the hideous and revolting King, who had intended to kill her had she failed. He felt no true affection for her, let alone love, only affection for the gold she could weave. If she married him, she would not cease to be imprisoned, only be granted a slightly larger cell. Like a pretty bird, caged and hidden form the world, treated well but not like a person with her own life, her own will. She could not allow this to happen.===