Hi! Basically I have a style model from a book called “Heartless” by marissa Meyer. I need to write a story based off of this style model. Language AQA Coursework is what this is by the way! After that I need a commentary done for it please and thank you!! This is the original story I wrote but with AI and I need a story that isnt Ai: As I watched the innocent girl preparing for her lemon tarts, the numbness within me began to fade away. I found myself torn as I watched her dreams to have her own bakery and become a baker, constantly denied by her stern mother, a Lady of the King’s court. I saw so much potential in this girl, and she didn’t care about me at all, always perceiving my persistence as hindering. But what she was unaware of was that my smile was a facade. A falsehood which I have had to maintain for much too long. Perhaps that’s the reason why she never truly trusted me. I was the main reason for her downfall by whispering false promises into her sleep and imposing her fate to fit into Wonderland’s crazy rules. I take pleasure in seeing her life unravel; it’s the most enjoyable time I’ve had in years. And all the while, I have to keep up my evil smile – proof of the monster that I’ve turned into.

This is the story of how my deception led to her downfall. For my Queen.

I was wrapped around the Mad Hatter’s hat, my fur knotted in blood spatters that ruined both me and Cath’s corset, I couldn’t help but celebrate the devastation that surrounded me. Cath’s tears never seemed to stop as she screamed; she just kept yelling “Jest, my love” repeatedly, as Raven, Jest’s close friend, stood shaking, his executioner’s weapon in hand. It was an ironic fate that this was occurring in front of him with his role.

The looks of distress and heartbreak on Cath’s, Raven’s, and the Mad Hatter’s faces are ingrained in my mind forever, the beauty that lies within destruction. This is Wonderland, a realm of blood and war, not love and frivolous kings’ parties.

Jest’s martyrdom was the reason for everything that followed. As his lifeless body lay before us, Cath’s heart was forever changed. She returned to the castle with a new purpose, forcing the feeble king to marry her and taking over the kingdom. But it wasn’t just Cath who was changed by Jest’s death; the whole Wonderland was changed. She made sure of it.

The once-white roses Jest used to send to Cath to show his love now were splattered with red paint,  proof of the blood being spilled. Cath made the choice as an attempt to forget the pain and grief she was feeling for her loved ones’ dearth, but instead it just fueled her fury.  And there amidst the sea of the red flowers, I couldn’t help but experience a twinge of sadness at all the things that were lost in the dark, beautiful madness.

Cath invited three witches, her heart heavy with anger and grief. In desperation for revenge, she had proposed to them an offer – in exchange for the life of the man who had murdered her Jest, she would give them her own heart. The witches found this offer amusing , their faces showing the eagerness to get their hands on the reward. I had been sneaking around in the shadows, but I couldn’t help but let my wide grin show at Cath’s choice. She was no longer playing as a pawn on my chess board but playing the game for herself. Dark magic flared in the air as the witches accepted Cath’s proposal, their bodies contorting into a dance of victory. My chest ached with excitement, Wonderlands future a mystery.

In the atmosphere, Cath, the once bright young girl, stood strong in the midst of the chaos that had surrounded her. Her eyes, once full of hope , now showed the pain and rage that burned within her. The weight of her pain showed in every line on her face, a grim reminder of the murder she had witnessed; as I stayed perched on someone’s shoulder in court, savoring the destruction that I had helped to cause, I couldn’t help but praise Cath’s strength. The king uttered weakly, “What happened?” to the three witches, who had just departed. Despite having her heart ripped out by the witches, Cath still was still not broken but was welcoming in the darkness that was always in Wonderland just never embraced. Out of all the countless cycles I’ve witnessed, this one will always hold a special place in my memory. For there is nothing more exciting than to witness one so innocent driven to their breaking point, succumbing to their darkness as I am drawn to it like a moth to flame. Cath’s lips trembled as she panted, “They set me free,” in response to the king’s question. The words sent a chill down my spine when she glanced around the room seeking a way out. Her eyes were full of sadness. Her lips curled up into a long scowl, one identical to mine. Jest. Oh, dear Jest. The only person who can save her from this rabbit hole of insanity. Dead. And what about me? Well, let’s just say that chaos isn’t so much a part of my personality – it’s who I am. For I am the Cheshire Cat, reveling in the mayhem and destruction that surrounds me. One could argue that I’m the narrator in this story.

The destinies of Cath, Jest, Raven, and the Mad hatters had been predicted centuries ago before this tale:

“One to be a killer, the other to be slain,

One to be a king, the other to go insane.”

And this is where we’re at; with a queen who reigns without feeling or compassion, and Raven by her side as her loyal executioner. And as for the Mad Hatter, his ideas and creations being his own downfall, leading to banishment as he contributed to Jests death.

Hi! Basically I have a style model from a book called “Heartless” by marissa Meyer. I need to write a story based off of this style model. Language AQA Coursework is what this is by the way! After that I need a commentary done for it please and thank you!! This is the original story I wrote but with AI and I need a story that isnt Ai: As I watched the innocent girl preparing for her lemon tarts, the numbness within me began to fade away. I found myself torn as I watched her dreams to have her own bakery and become a baker, constantly denied by her stern mother, a Lady of the King’s court. I saw so much potential in this girl, and she didn’t care about me at all, always perceiving my persistence as hindering. But what she was unaware of was that my smile was a facade. A falsehood which I have had to maintain for much too long. Perhaps that’s the reason why she never truly trusted me. I was the main reason for her downfall by whispering false promises into her sleep and imposing her fate to fit into Wonderland’s crazy rules. I take pleasure in seeing her life unravel; it’s the most enjoyable time I’ve had in years. And all the while, I have to keep up my evil smile – proof of the monster that I’ve turned into.

This is the story of how my deception led to her downfall. For my Queen.

I was wrapped around the Mad Hatter’s hat, my fur knotted in blood spatters that ruined both me and Cath’s corset, I couldn’t help but celebrate the devastation that surrounded me. Cath’s tears never seemed to stop as she screamed; she just kept yelling “Jest, my love” repeatedly, as Raven, Jest’s close friend, stood shaking, his executioner’s weapon in hand. It was an ironic fate that this was occurring in front of him with his role.

The looks of distress and heartbreak on Cath’s, Raven’s, and the Mad Hatter’s faces are ingrained in my mind forever, the beauty that lies within destruction. This is Wonderland, a realm of blood and war, not love and frivolous kings’ parties.

Jest’s martyrdom was the reason for everything that followed. As his lifeless body lay before us, Cath’s heart was forever changed. She returned to the castle with a new purpose, forcing the feeble king to marry her and taking over the kingdom. But it wasn’t just Cath who was changed by Jest’s death; the whole Wonderland was changed. She made sure of it.

The once-white roses Jest used to send to Cath to show his love now were splattered with red paint,  proof of the blood being spilled. Cath made the choice as an attempt to forget the pain and grief she was feeling for her loved ones’ dearth, but instead it just fueled her fury.  And there amidst the sea of the red flowers, I couldn’t help but experience a twinge of sadness at all the things that were lost in the dark, beautiful madness.

Cath invited three witches, her heart heavy with anger and grief. In desperation for revenge, she had proposed to them an offer – in exchange for the life of the man who had murdered her Jest, she would give them her own heart. The witches found this offer amusing , their faces showing the eagerness to get their hands on the reward. I had been sneaking around in the shadows, but I couldn’t help but let my wide grin show at Cath’s choice. She was no longer playing as a pawn on my chess board but playing the game for herself. Dark magic flared in the air as the witches accepted Cath’s proposal, their bodies contorting into a dance of victory. My chest ached with excitement, Wonderlands future a mystery.

In the atmosphere, Cath, the once bright young girl, stood strong in the midst of the chaos that had surrounded her. Her eyes, once full of hope , now showed the pain and rage that burned within her. The weight of her pain showed in every line on her face, a grim reminder of the murder she had witnessed; as I stayed perched on someone’s shoulder in court, savoring the destruction that I had helped to cause, I couldn’t help but praise Cath’s strength. The king uttered weakly, “What happened?” to the three witches, who had just departed. Despite having her heart ripped out by the witches, Cath still was still not broken but was welcoming in the darkness that was always in Wonderland just never embraced. Out of all the countless cycles I’ve witnessed, this one will always hold a special place in my memory. For there is nothing more exciting than to witness one so innocent driven to their breaking point, succumbing to their darkness as I am drawn to it like a moth to flame. Cath’s lips trembled as she panted, “They set me free,” in response to the king’s question. The words sent a chill down my spine when she glanced around the room seeking a way out. Her eyes were full of sadness. Her lips curled up into a long scowl, one identical to mine. Jest. Oh, dear Jest. The only person who can save her from this rabbit hole of insanity. Dead. And what about me? Well, let’s just say that chaos isn’t so much a part of my personality – it’s who I am. For I am the Cheshire Cat, reveling in the mayhem and destruction that surrounds me. One could argue that I’m the narrator in this story.

The destinies of Cath, Jest, Raven, and the Mad hatters had been predicted centuries ago before this tale:

“One to be a killer, the other to be slain,

One to be a king, the other to go insane.”

And this is where we’re at; with a queen who reigns without feeling or compassion, and Raven by her side as her loyal executioner. And as for the Mad Hatter, his ideas and creations being his own downfall, leading to banishment as he contributed to Jests death.