Cinderella wanted to blackmail her fairy

Cinderella wanted to blackmail her fairy godmother but she needed a plan, because threatening the fairy with a broomstick wasn't good enough. Perhaps her stepsisters had advice.

"A little blood in a bowl," the ugliest one sputtered, "and then she'll be beholden to you." Cinderella shuddered at the thought of blood, but needed the godmother under her thumb

fuzzy followed by the rest of the world. She was moving, she didn't know how she knew but she knew it. She was not moving in space but in spacetime. When her destination found her

it spit her out to land on her knees on a white and green beach under a fuchsia sky. She knew it was being augmented for her benefit. Nevertheless she checked her weapon slyly.

Yes, Gunjak the Sentient Spaghetti Noodle was still strapped to its holster. She thanked the sea creature and thought she really must travel by stomach more often in future. Up the

beach, Gunjak could see the glow of a small fire, and even though pasta does not have ears, she could feel the inviting vibrations of the dance music. Intrigued, she oozed her way

up the spaghetti dish and onto the table. Then Gunjak slipped over the table's edge. She slid down until only the top of her noodle body was holding on while she dangled there. She

saw the diners come and go, a drying upside down L near the wall, unnoticed. Years passed. The concrete building was condemned. Centuries later, she was still there, in pasta hell.

"You saw me, yet you did not moisten me to give me some kind of release," she told me in a dream. "Maybe you are stuck in a wall yourself and like it?" Not sure what she meant.