Fractured Friday: Queen of Hearts

Fractured Friday: Queen of Hearts
October 9, 2015 4 Comments Friday Fiction, Writing Prompts Stephanie Ayers

A couple of summers ago, I had the great fun of collaborating with other writers to produce “Flip Flop Fiction.” Using the Mad Hatter and his hat as the mode of time travel, characters from one story would make an appearance in another story and change it. We had wonderful fun twisting the fairy tales.

When we were coming up with ideas for the writing site, Fractured Fiction came to mind. A.L. Mabry suggested we do it with nursery rhymes instead, so, voila! Our Write Side proudly presents Fractured Fridays: fractured flash fiction, putting new spins on the nursery rhymes we all know and love.

The rules are simple:

  1. Read the nursery rhyme.
  2. Read the challenge.
  3. Write a story 700 words or less answering the challenge.
  4. Share the url to your story in the comments OR, if you don’t have your own blog, share your story in the comments. Either way, it will be seen.
  5. Please keep your stories pg-13 or under since this is a public page. Add trigger warnings where necessary. Keep vulgarity to a minimum.
  6. Have FUN!

Now, are you ready for the prompt?

The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer’s day;
The knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,
And vowed he’d steal no more.


Your challenge this week:

Everybody loved the Queen, but were those tarts really for the King?

You have until Thursday, October 15, 11:59 pm to share what was so special about those tarts. Do you dare?

Stephanie Ayers A published author with a knack for twisted tales, Stephanie Ayers is the Executive Creative Director of OWS Ink, LLC, a community for writers and readers alike. She loves a good thriller, fairies, things that go bump in the night, and sappy stories. When she is not writing, she can be found in Creative Cloud designing book covers and promotional graphics for authors.
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  1. 4 Comments

    Kennetth Lawson

    You’d be surprised who those tarts were for,
    The Queen and Knave had more in common than their title

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      Stephanie Ayers

      Thank you for joining in! I’m excited to read your contribution. I apologize for the delay. For some reason your comment went to our spam folder but you shouldn’t have to worry about that anymore.

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    Amanda Mabry

    A firm hand on her derriere caused the Queen to jump and she swatted at the Knave playfully. “You scoundrel,” she purred as she moved passed him. She placed the tarts on the counter to cool and crooked one finger in his direction.

    Frederick was ecstatic that he had been promoted to Knave of Hearts. Now that he was free to roam the castle it was so much easier to sneak in a romp or two with his beautiful Queen. He was all too eager to prop her highness up on the countertop and flip all those petticoats over her pert little frown.

    “Your Highness is kind enough to bake my favorite tarts, the least I can do is brighten her afternoon.”

    She twirled a lock of his dark hair as he reached for the hem of skirts and they both froze.

    “Did you hear that?” She pushed him away and rushed to the large window that overlooked the courtyard. “Bloody hell! The King is home. Be off with you, he must already be in the Great Room, the stable boys are taking the horses out to pasture.”

    Fredrick was wide-eyed and frozen in fear. He may not raise an eyebrow in the castle but in the kitchen? Alone with the Queen? He grabbed the tray of his coveted tarts and bolted through the doorway. Where he ran straight into the King. The tray toppled, but he righted it, losing only one tart in the process.

    The Queen popped into the hallway and gasped.

    “Oh husband, thank the Gods you are home. These men of your’s think they can do whatever they want when you are not around! Look. Just look how he helped himself to your tarts.” Her bottom lip trembled slightly. Frederick’s heart trembled more.

    “Taking advantage of my sweet Queen, aye?” The King snatched him up by his collar seconds before he fainted.

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      Stephanie Ayers

      Love this!! Nice twist!


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