Golidlocks’s heart skipped a beat as she examined the runny puddle of egg yolk oozing from the half-baked breakfast and tentatively picked at the sorry excuse for a breakfast with her dirty fork. “Eat”, Goldilocks’s mother demanded as she dropped a plate of half-cooked eggs on the table in front of Goldilocks. Goldilocks could see multiple mysterious stains all over the stove top where her mother worked furiously as well as all over the cheap plastic tablecloth that covered the table she sat at. The icebox was wide open and Goldilocks noticed several ice cubes had fell out of the icebox, resulting in a puddle of water in the middle of the room. There were stacks of dirty dishes that filled the small sink. Goldilocks took advantage of the next few moments of silence by looking around the room to assess the damage. She sat down at the low wooden table that stood in the center of the room, “Morning, Mother”, she said softly resulting in a grunt from her mother. Goldilocks took a deep breath, adjusted her protective necklace and stepped tentatively into the small kitchen, her leather sandals making a hard sound as they came into contact with the cold tiles. Goldilocks watched with rapt attention before deciding she had a good enough idea of the mood her mother was in right now. Her mother kept dropping pots and pans, utensils and at one point an egg, resulting in multiple fits of cursing on her part. She crept around the corner of the room to take a peek at the state of the kitchen and saw her mother furiously preparing breakfast.
Some would recoil in shock or disgust and cringe at the state of the small living room. Goldilocks took each of her steps with caution as she stepped over the knocked-over furniture, broken glass vases and disheveled blankets and rugs. She brushed her long, knotted hair as much as she could, put on her special beaded leather necklace and made her way downstairs to see what chaos awaited her today. She looked to her right at the minuscule broom closet to figure out what she was going to wear and decided on a long-sleeved maroon shirt with thin white pants and brown leather sandals.
She sighed as another loud crash could be heard from the room downstairs in her small cottage.
#Story of goldilocks skin
Her eyes were pale blue - almost gray - and her skin was exceptionally fair. The freckles that dotted the tops of her rosy cheeks and the tips of her button-shaped nose made her look like an adorable, innocent young girl yet she actually possessed a lot of bravado and sass. Her long, wavy hair was light ash blonde in the cheap artificial lighting of her room, but in the sunlight it shone like golden glitter (which she only knew because she had once snuck out a broken shard of glass to see herself in the light of the sun).
Goldilocks was small for her age - only 4’ 5”- yet she had the amount of spunk, enthusiasm and exuberance that a “normal-sized” 10-year-old would be expected to have. She walked two feet in front of her (as that was about the extent of her room’s width) and looked at herself in the mirror. Goldilocks woke up in her small, cramped room to the sounds of screaming and broken glass.Ī lovely start to a brand new day, Goldilocks thought to herself as her bare feet touched the cold, hard floor. Yet, did we ever stop and ask ourselves why? This is the true story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. We know she rudely invaded the Three Bears’ privacy by eating their porridge, sitting in their chairs and sleeping in their beds. I mean, we know Goldilocks is this girl who, for some reason, was taking a walk all by herself in a strange forest. Everyone knows the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears.but does anyone know who Goldilocks truly is?
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