Snow White And Her Bloody Dress

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a beautiful kingdom, which was peaceful, prosperous, and rich in culture and love. The king and queen who ruled this kingdom wished for a child, an heir to their throne. Soon, their wish would be granted, and the queen would give birth to a beautiful daughter named Snow White.

All the kingdom rejoiced, and happiness and joy filled people's hearts. Soon, this happiness would be replaced by sorrow. For the king had been assassinated. Tears were shed, and mistrust and suspicion spread throughout the kingdom. The queen, having no other choice, remarried the widowed king of the neighbouring country to ensure the safety of both her kingdom and her daughter.

The widower was an abusive and cruel husband, and soon the queen died in his hands. Snow saw, she saw her mother dying, dying in the hands of a monster. The queen begged and pleaded for him to spare her life, but all her efforts were in vain, she took her last breath as her daughter promised her revenge.

Snow ran, she ran and ran into the deepest parts of the woods, her fair skin bleeding, her vibrant dress stained and torn into pieces, her shoes worn out, her breath hitched, tears rolling down her cheeks, her mind still replaying the horrible scene she witnessed, the scene that will haunt her for the rest of her life. No matter how tired or scared she was, she kept on running until she came to a stop at an old abandoned cottage.

Snow, with shaking hands, opened the creaky door and went inside. Every inch of the ceiling was adorned by cobwebs, the walls were equally grim, glazed with faded paint and patches of mould. She crept along the corridor, only to end up in a room furnished with swords, axes, and weapons of all sorts. Snow stood there frozen to the spot, and admired her ticket back to the castle.

Written by Yoon (So12)