Blog prompt 7: due Monday, Oct. 31 by 5 p.m. (surnames A-Z); comments due Wednesday by 5 p.m.

In honor of Halloween, a prompt inviting spooky creativity (with a second option in case the first prompt does not resonate)

Prompt 1: Fall into the uncanny valley in this week’s post! As we discussed in class, the uncanny can be both weirdly compelling and terrifying. Write a post inspired by our collective readings or discussions in some way, with the goal of making your readers experience those uncanny shivers.

Prompt 2: If horror/terror isn’t your style, how about humor? Laughter is a great way to celebrate our differences, enabling social critiques to connect rather than isolate us. Again connecting your post to our class readings or discussions in some way, craft a comedic take on any issue related to our class (fairy tales, impenetrable academic writing, literary theory in general, English majors, college students, the academic bubble. . .so many possibilities).

NOTE: as you all know, there is a fine line between funny and offensive; please make sure you don’t cross that line and offend or alienate any of your readers!
As usual:
Keep your posts to 300-500 words;
Include digital media, as appropriate;
Include links to related pages, as appropriate.

The Little Mermaid

A young mermaid wants to see

The ways of what’s above the sea

She begs and begs until she turns of age

That’s when she can finally gauge,

What’s up above on the shore.

She finally gets to see the lore.

A young man catches her attention

On a boat that ends up in a regression

She ends up saving him from the crash

And leaves him on the shore with a splash

And soon enough it became a bore

She saw what she needed to and not much more

But she still wished to be with the prince

And would do anything in a pinch

She sees a sea witch to help her

But before she knows it, it’s all a blur

Her tongue is cut out of her mouth

And that’s when it all went south

She only has her looks to please,

And doesn’t feel at all at ease.

When she gets the attention that she wants

She gets the man that she can flaunt

But then a princess gets in her way

And then her man falls astray,

Her time has run out and she’s out of luck

And how she has to die, that sucks!

She becomes a daughter of air,

And sees good deeds that children share

She doesn’t get her man

But she can get a new life plan.

The Princess Who Threw a Frog at a Wall

A young princess lost hold of her ball,

This is really no joke at all,

It fell down deep into a well,

Eternal damnation, in darkness it would dwell.

When at once appeared a slimy thing,

Who hopped on top of that there well,

Told the princess he’d fetch her ball for a “ring”,

The princess screamed out: “that’d be swell!”

She watched as he jumped down that well,

Green and slimy was his coat,

He jumped into the darkness and deeper he fell,

Splashing around in the watery moat.

The frog jumped out with her golden prize,

The princess squealed with glee,

With one quick grab she ran off, which was unwise,

As the frog yelled: “Wait for me!”

It was no use, the princess was gone,

Off and went to her castle to sleep,

The frog would wait until the dawn

To visit her and get the benefits that he must reap.

The very next day the princess awoke,

Climbed downstairs to have a meal,

At once she heard a horrible croak,

And at the sight of the frog she did squeal!

“What a vile creature! So slimy and cold!”

 She thought to herself as she cried,

“You must keep your promises,” her father did scold,

Instructing her to be the frog’s bride.

She cried and she moaned and she groaned,

Trying to get away from the frog’s requests,

It was to the frog the favor was owned,

And her father refused to digress.

The frog kept pinching and prying and asking for more,

Much to the princess’s dismay,

Soon enough the list began so soar,

Sending the poor princess into disarray.

She grabbed that frog will all her might,

Knowing what she must do,

She refused to put up any more of a fight,

Against the wall the frog flew.

The Frog Prince by Paul Friedrich Meyerheim

I changed the ending of this one because I think it should have just ended with her throwing the frog against the wall and that being the end. I think that’s how the author I’m channeling would have wanted it to be.