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Snow White

Snow White

My very short version of a fairytale

 
Snow White runs away from her crazy mother, her uninterested father.
She runs to the forest where she believes that she might be safe
but she does not realise a hunter is following her,
she cannot hide because he can smell her fear on the wind.

She tries to escape him but he is staggering behind her,
she hides but he can always find her, he knows all her hiding places.
Then he is beside her, on top of her,
puffing whiskey breath onto her cheek and into her ear.

He leaves her heart,
not cutting it out like the evil queen said,
but he takes everything else.

When he finally leaves her she crawls on, bloody and bruised
and broken, to the safety of a fantasy.
Seven tiny men who never touch her.
She stays with them, heals her bruises and hides her scars
and convinces herself she is happy

until her crazy mother finds her
and marries her off to a prince in a golden mask.

On their wedding night she takes off her dress,
pretending that she is not afraid,
and he takes off his mask, (he leaves his boots on).

He is the hunter and she is trapped beneath him forever.
 
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  • Great idea...
    Posted Oct 16, 2008
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    I like the way you twisted what is supposed to be a wonderful fairy tale into something sad and sordid. It's very difficult to take a classic and put a different 'feel' to it.

    It's interesting the way you basically dismiss the main points of the fairy tale and focus on the 'harsne... (read more)
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