For the uninitiated, we’re talking about fairytale retellings. Retellings are my thing, and I’m sharing the Cinderella stories generated by AI with my indigenius elaborate prompt.

If you haven’t already read the previous posts, here you go:

My Love for Fairytale Retellings

Cinderella in 1000 words

Cinderella is So Last Season

And now, this.

Cinderella with a comic twist

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a young woman named Cinderella. Now, Cinderella wasn’t your typical princess-in-waiting – she was more like a princess-in-waiting-tables. You see, poor Cinderella had been relegated to the role of household servant by her wicked stepmother and two equally wicked stepsisters.

Every morning, Cinderella would wake up at the crack of dawn, only to be greeted by the shrill demands of her stepfamily.

“Cinderella! Where’s my breakfast?” her stepmother would screech.

“Cinderella, my shoes need polishing!” one stepsister would whine.

“Cinderella, I spilled my tea, clean it up!” the other stepsister would shriek.

Cinderella would dutifully scurry around the house, tending to their every need, while her stepfamily lounged about, treating her like a personal servant.

“Why, oh why, did I get stuck with this lot?” Cinderella would often lament to herself, as she scrubbed the floors or mended the family’s tattered clothing.

One day, news spread throughout the kingdom that the prince was hosting a grand ball, and all eligible maidens were invited to attend. Cinderella’s stepmother and stepsisters were positively giddy with excitement.

“Ooh, this is our chance to catch the prince’s eye!” they squealed, as they began planning their outfits and rehearsing their most charming smiles.

Cinderella, on the other hand, couldn’t have cared less about the ball.

“What’s the point?” she sighed. “It’s not like I’ll be allowed to go.”

Her stepmother and stepsisters, sensing her lack of enthusiasm, quickly put her in her place. “You? Attend the ball? Don’t be ridiculous!” they scoffed.

“You’ll stay here and clean the house from top to bottom while we’re gone.”

Cinderella resigned herself to another evening of drudgery, as her stepfamily primped and preened, eagerly anticipating their chance to meet the prince. As they were about to depart, Cinderella’s stepmother turned to her with a wicked grin. “Oh, and Cinderella? If you manage to finish all your chores before we return, you can join us. But I doubt you’ll be able to, you lazy girl.”

With that, the stepfamily swept out the door, leaving Cinderella alone in the empty house. She sighed heavily and began tackling her endless list of tasks, scrubbing and sweeping and dusting until her hands were raw.

“This is so unfair!” she grumbled, as she polished the silver for the umpteenth time. “Why do I have to do all the work while they get to go have fun?”

Just as Cinderella was about to collapse from exhaustion, a strange old woman appeared in the room.

“My dear, why the long face?” the woman asked in a kind voice.

Cinderella looked up, startled. “Who are you? And how did you get in here?”

“I’m your fairy godmother, of course! And I’m here to help you, my dear.” The woman chuckled.

Cinderella stared at her in disbelief.

“My fairy godmother? But I thought those were just stories!”

“Oh, they’re very real, my dear,” the fairy godmother assured her. “And I’m here to make sure you get to go to the ball and have the time of your life.”

Cinderella shook her head in bewilderment.

“But how? My stepmother and stepsisters have forbidden me from going, and I have so much work to do. There’s no way I’ll be able to finish it all in time.”

The fairy godmother smiled mischievously.

“Leave that to me, my dear.” With a wave of her wand, she transformed Cinderella’s tattered dress into a beautiful ball gown, complete with sparkling glass slippers. “There, now you’re ready to go!”

Cinderella stared down at her transformed attire, her eyes wide with wonder.

“But what about the chores? And my stepfamily?”

“Don’t you worry about a thing,” the fairy godmother said. “I’ll take care of everything. Now, off you go, and have a wonderful time!”

Before Cinderella could protest, the fairy godmother ushered her out the door and into a magnificent carriage, drawn by a team of magnificent white horses. Cinderella couldn’t believe her eyes as she was whisked away to the palace, her heart racing with excitement.

Meanwhile, back at the house, the fairy godmother got to work. With a few more waves of her wand, she had the chores completed in a matter of minutes.

“There, all done!” she declared, dusting off her hands. “Now, let’s see what mischief we can get into while Cinderella’s away.”

The fairy godmother decided to have a little fun with Cinderella’s stepfamily. As they arrived at the palace, she cast a spell that made their dresses shrink and their shoes grow three sizes too big. The stepsisters’ carefully coiffed hairstyles suddenly turned into tangled messes, and their makeup smeared across their faces.

“What’s happening?” the stepmother screeched, as she and her daughters struggled to make their way into the ballroom. “This is an outrage!”

The other guests at the ball couldn’t help but stifle their laughter as the stepfamily stumbled and shuffled, their once-elegant attire now a comical sight to behold.

Meanwhile, Cinderella glided gracefully into the ballroom, drawing the attention of everyone in attendance. The prince, who had been bored to tears by the endless parade of simpering, giggling maidens, suddenly found himself captivated by Cinderella’s poise and beauty.

“Who is that enchanting young woman?” he murmured to his attendants, his eyes never leaving Cinderella’s face.

The attendants shook their heads, equally mesmerized.

“We’re not sure, Your Highness. But she certainly is the belle of the ball!”

Cinderella, for her part, was completely unaware of the commotion she was causing. She was too busy marveling at the grandeur of the palace and the splendor of the ball. She had never seen anything like it before, and she felt like she was living in a dream.

As the prince approached her, Cinderella’s heart began to race.

“Good evening, my lady,” he said, bowing deeply. “May I have the honor of this dance?”

Cinderella, suddenly overcome with shyness, could only nod mutely. The prince swept her onto the dance floor, and the two of them twirled and swayed, lost in their own little world.

Back at the house, the fairy godmother was having a grand old time. She had transformed the stepfamily’s carriage into a pumpkin, their horses into mice, and their footmen into lizards. The poor stepfamily was stranded, with no way to get back to the ball.

“This is an outrage!” the stepmother screeched, as she and her daughters huddled together, shivering in the cold.

“When I get my hands on that wretched Cinderella, I’ll-”

But before she could finish her threat, the fairy godmother appeared in a puff of glittering smoke.

“Looking for someone?” she asked, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

The stepfamily recoiled in fear. “You! What have you done to us?”

The fairy godmother chuckled. “Oh, just a little bit of fairy magic. But don’t worry, I’m sure Cinderella is having a wonderful time at the ball. And you three? Well, you can just stay here and think about how you’ve treated her all these years.”

With a wave of her wand, the fairy godmother disappeared, leaving the stepfamily stranded and fuming.

Back at the ball, Cinderella and the prince were still lost in their own little world, dancing the night away. Cinderella had never felt so alive, so free. For once in her life, she wasn’t a servant, but a princess, and the prince was completely enchanted by her.

As the clock began to strike midnight, Cinderella suddenly remembered the fairy godmother’s warning. “Oh no, I have to go!” she cried, pulling away from the prince.

“Go? But why?” the prince asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“I just… I have to go,” Cinderella stammered, already hurrying towards the exit. “I’m sorry, I can’t stay any longer!”

As she ran down the palace steps, one of her glass slippers fell off her foot. The prince tried to catch her, but Cinderella was too fast. In a flash, she was gone, leaving the prince holding the lone slipper, a bewildered expression on his face.

“Who was that woman?” he murmured, staring down at the delicate glass slipper. “And how can I find her?”

Little did the prince know that the fairy godmother was watching the whole scene unfold, a mischievous grin on her face. “Don’t worry, my dear prince,” she whispered. “Your true love is out there, and I’ll make sure you two find each other.”

And so began the search for the mysterious woman who had captured the prince’s heart. The prince sent his royal guards out to scour the kingdom, instructing them to try the glass slipper on every maiden they could find. Meanwhile, Cinderella’s stepfamily was still stranded, their carriage still a pumpkin and their horses still mice.

“This is all your fault, Cinderella!” the stepmother wailed, as she and her daughters huddled together, shivering in the cold. “If you hadn’t gone to that ball, none of this would have happened!”

But Cinderella, safe and sound back at the house, couldn’t have cared less. She was too busy daydreaming about the prince and the magical night she had just experienced. “I wonder if I’ll ever see him again,” she sighed, a wistful smile on her face.

Little did she know that the prince was just as determined to find her. And with the help of the fairy godmother, their paths were sure to cross again, in the most unexpected and hilarious of ways.

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Until next time, happy reading!