Let's Re-write Literature Game

Each week you will find a new challenge on this page inviting you to write a short story inspired by a piece of classic literature. Please feel free to share your short stories in the comments box below - don't forget to give your story a title indicating which challenge you have completed... 

e.g. Her Puppet (Challenge #1 Great Expectations)

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  1. Someone to laugh with (Challenge #3 Pride & Prejudice)

    Once, my husband walked into the drawing room, while I was finishing the embroidery on a cushion. After ceremoniously inquiring about my health and about how my day was up to that moment, he then proceeded to demand of me to replant all my tulips on the west side of the house, because her imperial highness Lady Catherine thinks that their colour clashes with the hydrangeas at the gate.
    And this summarizes my life with Mr. Collins. Every fortnight he comes in hopping and tells me about some new folly that must get my ‘immediate attention’. I always say ‘Yes, of course dear’ and then banish it from my mind, especially if it is something that he will not notice.
    However, when these demands have to do with the garden, I have no choice but to comply. After all, Lady Catherine does pass by our house often. The faster the improvement she suggests is implemented, the more she is pleased, not to mention that Mr. Collins goes through every detail with her for at least a weak and stays away yet another, thanking her for her kind concern and commending her on her ingenuity. As if the future of mankind were at stake and something like the location of my tulips would bring the apocalypse about.
    Thankfully, Maria often comes visiting, and she brings her little William with her, named after our father. He is such an adorable little boy. We play for hours with his wooden horse and he makes me tell him made-up stories about it. Once I told him it was the Queen’s favourite toy when she was a little girl like him. The poor soul wanted to send it back to her, because he thought she would be lonely without it, such a tender-hearted little boy!
    I thought that I would be able to withstand my husband’s peculiarities and in a way I have succeeded. What I cannot stomach is his total lack of a sense of humor. There is no one around here who would laugh with – or even remotely understand – a good joke.
    After serious consideration, I have come to the conclusion that the only solution to my ennui is a child of my own.
    I hesitated in the past, since Mr. Collins would have to be the father, after all, but I am finally ready to take the risk. I pray my influence will be more determining than my husband’s. Hopefully, if it’s a girl, he won’t deal with her more than to sermon her once a week and to compare her accomplishments with Lady Catherine’s future granddaughters.


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