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Snow White and Her Seven Dwarves

Twisted Snow WhiteIn the middle of the forest a prince came across a clearing. In the middle of the clearing were seven tiny dwarf men. All of them were twisting their hats in their hands. Their tearstained faces cast down. One or two would sniff and look up towards a glass casket in the middle of them; only to let his head hang down low again with sorrow. The prince could feel the sadness as soon as he entered the clearing. His sadness deepened as he saw the beautiful lady who was lying dead in the glass casket. She had hair as black as a raven’s feather, skin as white as snow and lips as red as deep blood. It was the girl he saw at the well a couple of days ago. The one he had accidently scared as he listened to her sing. She was beautiful then and even now, in death, she still looked breathtaking.

The prince walked towards her. The dwarves looked up at him as he passed and the sadness seemed to fade from their faces. They started whispering to each other. He heard one say that the prince might break the spell. A spell? So she wasn’t dead. Joy welled up in his chest as the thought crossed his mind. Young maidens usually married their rescuers. So he shall have a beautiful wife of his choosing after all.

The prince reached the casket and lifted the glass lid off it. He sat next to the beautiful lady, bent over her and kissed her lips. As he pulled away from the kiss he saw her eyes flicker open. He smiled at her. Her blood red lips broke into a smile in return. The prince leaned in to kiss her again but as she closed her eyes and extended her neck towards him, the prince stopped. He felt a sudden chill run down his back. Her eyes. Her eyes had stopped him. Instead of the beautiful ones he had seen at the well, he had seen emptiness before the lids closed. Her eyes were black. As black as her hair. There was no hint of colour in them. No colour and no whiteness. They were such a contrast to her snow white skin it made the prince draw back.

He tried to hold his place but he could tell by the fading smile that Snow White had noticed. Her eyebrows met in the middle of her forehead as she frowned. Then she oped her eyes again. Those dark, chilling eyes.  She pulled herself up into a sitting position. As she did so she noticed the dwarves. She looked around at all seven. As she did, the prince started to breathe again.  He hadn’t realised he had been holding his breath until she turned away. Until those eyes were no longer staring at him. In fact, the prince was rather short of breath now. And he had a throbbing pain in the back of his head. He raised his hand to rub his temples as he tried to catch his breath again.

“Did you help him, my dwarves? Did you all help him save me?” the prince heard her ask the dwarves. They all nodded. She kissed the closest one on the forehead. He blushed and smiled bashfully. Then, one by one, the other dwarves lined up and were kissed on their foreheads. Then Snow White turned to face the prince again. He lowered his hand to look at her. He tried to avoid looking straight at those dark eyes though. The throbbing pain in the back of his head was growing and spreading. He raised his hands to his chest, where the pain had spread. He was still finding it hard to breath.

“Are you alright, my prince?” she asked. He looked up at her eyes to see how she meant it but it was a mistake. He couldn’t tell anything by looking at those dark things. They didn’t portray any emotion. Not concern, not fear, not love, nor hatred. Nothing. He looked away almost as soon as he looked at them. As he turned away his eyes caught something nearly as disturbing as Snow White’s eyes. A dwarf’s eyes. They had turned to a glowing orange. All of the dwarves’ eyes had turned to this glowing orange colour. The prince’s head snapped around to each face. Each pair of eyes. The glowing orange ones. The pitch black ones. All the eyes surrounding him were unsettling. The faces looked fine but the eyes. They did nothing but send shivers down the prince’s spine.

“What have they done to you?” He managed to say. Something truly evil had happened to her. It was plain to see. The dwarves were evil too. And now, not only did the prince have a throbbing pain spreading throughout his boy, not only did he find it hard to breath but it felt like his clothes were chocking him. He was over heating yet he was chilled to the bone by those eyes.

“My step mother poisoned me,” Snow White said slowly. “But you saved me,”

“You mean, poisoned your soul,” he said in short breaths. As soon as he had said it he wished he hadn’t. All the faces turned to him. Their eyebrows wrought together in anger above their terrible eyes. The dwarves started to growl at him, showing furious pointed yellow teeth. The prince swallowed hard, finding it harder and harder to breathe. He licked his lips and tasted the kiss he had shared with Snow White. Was it still their kiss? How could it still be lingering on his lips? Lingering so he could taste it again?

When he swallowed the saliva with the kiss in it, he felt all the air rush from him. The pain intensified and he realised it wasn’t their kiss. It was her poison. The poison that lingered on her lips, spread to his lips and to his body, and the dwarves, on their heads. He looked at them and saw a deep blood red kiss mark on each of their heads. They had been poisoned as well. Not their bodies though, their soul. Their souls were poisoned just as Snow White’s was.

The prince tried in vain to take his last breath, but he fell from Snow White’s death bed instead. As he fell down dead, Snow White started to cry. She allowed her head to fall into her hands in her lap as she cried. The dwarves came towards her and each placed a comforting hand on her. Doc was the one that spoke up.

“Do not cry, Snow White. You have no need for a prince. No need when you have us,” he said as he gestured to the rest of the dwarves. Snow White looked up with tears in her black eyes. Then she smiled a wicked smile as she looked into the glowing orange eyes of the dwarves.

“Yes. Who needs a prince when I have my dwarves?” she laughed. The dwarves joined her laughing, all sounding and looking equally evil. But evilest of all was Snow White with her feminie evil laugh, her blood red lips, skin as white as snow, as white as death, hair as black as a raven’s feather with dark evil eyes to match. Oh yes, Snow white and her poisoned dwarves were an evil sight to see in the middle of the forest in a clearing with a glass casket that they laid the dead prince in. Laughing all the while.

Alternative Ending

When he swallowed the saliva with the kiss in it, he felt all the air rush from him. The pain intensified and he realised it wasn’t their kiss. It was her poison. The poison that lingered on her lips, spread to his lips and to his body, and the dwarves, on their heads. He looked at them and saw a deep blood red kiss mark on each of their heads. They had been poisoned as well. Not their bodies though, their soul. Their souls were poisoned just as Snow White’s was.

The prince tried in vain to take his last breath, but he fell from Snow White’s death bed instead. He lay there motionless for a minute or two. Snow White just looked at her poisoned prince. Unable to cry and unable to move. One of her poisoned dwarves moved towards her. As he did Snow White was struck with an idea. She moved off her deathbed and knelt down next to her prince instead. Her dwarves stood silently and watch with the glowing eyes. Snow White bent down and kissed her prince again. It took awhile before air returned to his lungs. As it did he opened his eyes. His dark empty eyes. Snow White looked deep into them and the Prince looked deep into hers. There was a peaceful silence that was only broken by the sound of the prince’s voice.

“My lady, my dark beautiful lady,” He said. He looked at her and took in all her evil beauty. Her blood red lips, skin as white as snow, as white as death, hair as black as a raven’s feather with dark evil eyes to match. Then he reached up and brought her head down to meet his again as they kissed. Their lips sharing their poison. The dwarves began to laugh. Their orange eyes glowing and their evil smile twitching at the corners of their mouths. Oh yes, Snow white and her poisoned prince were an evil sight to see kissing in the middle of the forest in a clearing, surrounded by their poisoned dwarves. Snow Whites poisoned dwarves.

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