Title: Grotesque

Summary: I wrote this for one of those survey things on Facebook, it asked me to write a short story and this is what I pulled out of my ass in five minutes. Enjoy!

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Once upon a time, there was a very ugly girl who lived in a house all by herself in the woods. No one came and visited her, not even her own mother. She was not banished to the woods because of her hideous face though; it was because of her ear-shattering singing voice. The girl loved to sing, and she still would, she would sing folk songs her mother had taught her (and later regretted doing), gypsy songs she heard in passing, and songs the dwarfish miners would sing. She tried learning the bird’s songs, but none of them would stay close enough to her to let her listen.

The girl had been twice cursed, once on the face and once in her throat. About four years after she had been expelled to the woods, there was a terrible storm that knocked her house down, causing her to have to go back to the village to get some supplies. Before she went into the village again, she wrapped her head in a shawl and pretended she was in mourning, and looking for house building supplies.

When she got to the village she noticed that it was under attack by fat, ugly, hairy, sweaty, pig-like men. The other villagers could not stand up to them and the few that did were easily batted away. Grotesque, for this was the girl’s name, saw a chance to shine, so she ran up to the pig-men’s leader, un-shawled her head, and let out the most horrifying rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody the man had ever heard.

His ears soon bled out onto the ground, his eyes rolled back in his head, and his brain pressed against his skull. He fell down dead on the ground and Grotesque became a hero to the village.

That is, she would’ve had she not inadvertently killed everyone else as well.

Oh well, at least now she had somewhere to live. As soon as she got those bodies cleared out.

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