Here’s mine! I really like it. I had a million different ideas of what was going to happen, but I think I chose the right one. 
Liar
I glance down at my beautiful husband, sleeping peacefully in our king-sized bed. His chest rises slowly, then deflates, then rises again, rustling the royal blue satin sheets. I could lose myself in watching him the whole night, lose my purpose, lose my goal, but I know I mustn’t.
I tiptoe across the floor, my silk nightgown whispering silently as I glide to the closet, pulling out the knife I had snatched from the palace kitchens. The smooth steel glints in the early morning light, and my heart jumps as I see my reflection within. Long hair, long, long auburn hair, eyes green as grass, and a pink heart-shaped mouth. I was beautiful, and I hated it. I hated this.
Hiding the knife in the folds of my gown, I tiptoe back towards the bed, trying not to wake my husband. As I settled back into bed, I saw her peeking through the pillars on the balcony. I quickly shut my eyes, hearing as she snuck up onto the balcony and into the room. My hand tightens on the handle of the knife, ready to strike.
The woman walks closer, and through my clenched eyelids, I can still see the ethereal pink glow which always surrounds her.
“Adri? Adrienne? Are you awake my darling?” Her sweet pitch grates on my nerves as I force myself to sit up as if I had not been awake before.
“Ah, Adri, there you are my darling. It’s so good to see you!” She bounds over to the bed, enveloping me in one of her oppressive bear hugs. “I’ve missed you so much dear!” Her beautiful lips pouted. “I hope you’ve been good.” Her pink, fleshy wings fluttered as she spoke, creating a horrible draft in the room.
As she hugs me, I feel the sharp point of the knife cutting into my ribs, and I pull away, resecuring the knife so it wouldn’t kill me before I had the chance to make things right. . My fairy godmother beamed brilliantly, laying a kiss on my forehead. “I see you haven’t done some of the things that I asked you to.” Her eyes landed on my husband, sleeping peacefully next to me, unaware of anything happening. “He’s still alive?”
I gulp. “Y-yes Godmother…”
“You told me you would do as I said. Do I need to take this all away?” She gestures to the room. “I can take this all away and leave you right where I found you. Do you want that?”
I shake my head frantically. I absolutely could not go back home. Not now, not ever.
The fairy clears her throat and gestures at my husband. “Do it now. So I can make sure you’re serious about staying here.”
I gulp again, turning my gaze to my dear Prince Charming. I couldn’t kill him. But I knew who I could kill. My eyes flicker back to my Godmother, and I smile. “Of course.” Standing up, I pull the knife out of the folds of my skirt. In the reflection of the knife, I see Godmother smiling evilly.
“Now that’s a good girl.” She pats my head and gave me a little shove, until I was standing next to Charming, holding the knife that would decide my fate.
Months ago, when Godmother had come to me, I thought she was going to save my life, give me a new chance to change my life, but this is not what I thought would happen. Why did she lie?
Charming’s eyes pop open as I stand above him, and I see the fear and horror deep within. I bent down and pressed my lips to his brow, then suddenly and heart-wrenchingly, I pivot, thrusting the knife deep into Godmother’s breast. She screams, and I twist the knife, tears falling free down my face as Godmother begins glowing brighter and brighter, all at once disappearing into glitter as her screams die away.
As I fall onto the floor, sobbing, all I can think is, “If only she hadn’t lied. If only she hadn’t wanted me to destroy the kingdom. If only she hadn’t wanted me to kill the one man who I loved. If only…”
I feel Charm’s arms surround me, and I cry, “If only she hadn’t lied.”