Fairytales Retold: Beauty And The Beast

By Avril Sabine

Genre: Fairytales Retold Short Story.
Word Count: 11335
Unable to believe her family's fortunes have changed, Belle asks her father to bring her a rose when he returns home. The rose brings more troubles to their family. The beast it belonged to demands either her father's life or one of his daughters. Belle can't let her father die, but she's terrified of facing the beast.
This story was written by an Australian author using Australian spelling.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cracked Acorn Productions
• Release date: Mar 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781925941203

Avril Sabine

Avril Sabine is an Australian author who lives on acreage in South East Queensland. She writes mostly young adult and children’s speculative fiction, but has been known to dabble in other genres. She has been writing since she was a young child and wanted to be an author the moment she realised someone wrote the books she loved to read.Visit Avril's website to learn more about her and her many books. www.avrilsabine.com

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Fairytales Retold: Beauty And The Beast

Avril Sabine

Cracked Acorn Productions

Fairytales Retold: Beauty And The Beast

Published by

Cracked Acorn Productions

PO Box 1365

Gympie, Queensland 4570

Australia

978-1-925131-15-4 (Kindle)

978-1-925941-20-3 (EPUB)

Genre: Fairytales Retold Short Story

Copyright 2014 © Avril Sabine

Cover design by Caitlyn Petersen

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Beauty And The Beast

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Book Description

Unable to believe her family’s fortunes have changed, Belle asks her father to bring her a rose when he returns home. The rose brings more troubles to their family. The beast it belonged to demands either her father’s life or one of his daughters. Belle can’t let her father die, but she’s terrified of facing the beast.

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People have been telling stories since the beginning of time. Fairytales, folklore, myths and legends are among some of the stories that have been told over and over through the centuries. The basic story remains the same, but each storyteller adds their own style, sometimes adding something unique to the tale.

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This story was written by an Australian author using Australian spelling.

Beauty And The Beast

Belle looked out the window again. Another day was nearly over and he hadn’t returned. Snow had heralded winter’s arrival and still her father wasn’t home. Fear skittered through her, but she pushed it away. He was fine. Her brothers and sisters might have given up hope, but she hadn’t.

The sound of footsteps had her hurriedly stepping away from the window. She could see by her oldest sister’s expression that she hadn’t moved quickly enough. Meeting Annette’s brown eyes, she said the first thing she could think of. It’s started snowing.

Annette shook her head, pity filling her eyes. He’s not coming. If he was he’d have been here by the end of summer.

Belle met Annette’s dark brown eyes, which matched the colour of her hair. No. He is coming.

Dion, the brother closest to Belle in age, entered the room in time to hear her words. He had the same brown eyes and hair as the rest of his siblings. Let me go after him. I don’t have to take the horse. Having only one horse had been the reason Annette had used last time she’d said no.

Annette turned towards him. You can stop asking. No one is going after him. I’m not going to let anything happen to you or anyone else in our family.

Belle was torn between telling Dion he couldn’t go, worried he wouldn’t return, and telling Annette it was a safe journey. Nothing has happened to our father. He’s late. Only late. Belle pushed past her sister, not wanting to hear another word. She didn’t walk away fast enough.

He said he’d be gone weeks, not months.

She wanted to run back and tell Annette that meant nothing, but she knew it was pointless. Annette had already given up. Belle refused to accept that both their parents were gone. Her father had to come home. Stepping into the kitchen, she thought of the last time she’d seen him. He’d been grinning, his words tumbling over each other as he told them the good news. Joking with her brothers, teasing her sisters, asking everyone what they’d like him to bring home when he recovered their fortunes. She hadn’t been able to believe the news could possibly be good. Not after everything that had happened.

If only she’d believed him. If only she’d been able to laugh and talk and make plans like the rest of her family. She remembered some of