Short Stories

Snow white rewrite - snow white - cold as snow

Once apon a time, in a place far away, lives a girl, with skin fair as snow. Lips red, as if dyed with fresh berries. Eyes deep and knowingly. Hair blacker than the night. A touch which sends you under her lovingly spell. A dress made from silk fabric, red, yellow, blue. A knack for cooking, a knack for cleaning. A small home she lives in, in fear. Wooden structure, straw roof, drawfs to see you out. Located in the middle of a densely forest, close by to a whealthy mine. Snow White has it all.

A noise from afar shocks snow from her heavenly cooking.

"Why are you back? Why are you not in the mines?" Snow White question in a hurry.

"Our tools are too worn, we will make more after tea," announces someone from the back of the group of short men.

"But you have work to do!" Exclaims Snow immediately, but she leaves them be, while she continues baking her apple pie.

*knock* *knock* *knock knock*

There is someone at the door.

*knock knock knock*

The door again.

"Happy! Darling, tell the others to leave out back. Go with them to the glass coffins, a half mile up north. Tell Grumpy he can stay behind. I'll be needing him," Snow imforms, and Happy goes on his merry way towards the other drawfs.

"Grumpy, honey. Go wait in the kitchen with the apple pie, when it is cooked take it out to cool," instructs Snow.

Grumpy leaves as if he already knows this persegure. The sound of the back door is heard closing in the background signifying to greet the one on the other side of the door. A small smirk appears in Snow Whites face as she opens the little wooden door.

There is a woman standing at the door, old, wrinkled, past her time. She wears a black cloak and holds a basket full of juicy red apples.

"Mother."

The old women replies "in the flesh."

A confident smirk and an evil glare is exchanged between the two, as if this meeting has happened before.

"Come to make me realise reality have you?"

"Well, what else? I certainly didn't come here for a cup of tea and a slice of pie. Who do you think I am?"

"The pie would have no worthy effect on you. You missed you chance years ago, instead, you had to stay and live up your chance of being queen. 'For the people' you said. How stupid could you be."

"Not as stupid as you I suspect," The woman speaks back a snotty remark, which leaves the two in an unsatisfied silence.

"You going to come in?" Snow White invites her mother into the small home where they sit together at the dining room table.

Grumpy sits in the kitchen waiting for the woman to leave or a clear instruction to come out.

This is the part where the narrator tells you what in the world they are talking about. The forest is ancient. The mines that the drawfs, Snow's slaves rather, mine up, actually contains a magical, edible stone that has to go into an apple pie and eaten daily to stay young and to live forever. Snow White's clear skin deceives her true age. Only female royals get the chance to live forever though. If you choose to live in the forest, young forever, then you can never miss a pie, or else you will return to your original age and you will forever live in a deep sleep. The dwarfs are always going to be alive. They are creatures created to support the royals who live in the house. They dissapear when there are no royals there, and then comeback when there are. The apples that Snow's mother brings are apples from a sacred garden behind the castle, the only apples that can counteract the curse. Forever.

"You gave up family, hope, love, just to gain immortality!" Snow's mother attempts to knock some sence into her for another year round.

"You are pathetic,"

"No, I am realistic,"

"Pie. Here. Now!" Snow orders.

Grumpy enters with the pie. He looks up at the elderly lady in praise and in sadness for another useless attempt.

"I found a book, from a descendent of the White Witch. The one who cursed our family. Well, the descendent part, I only found out by reading the book. Her ancestor, a male, was adopted, he did not carry on the witchcraft, but he did carry on witch blood,"

Snow looks at her blankly for a few moments and waits for her to continue.

"It says here," she points to a specific page in the book, "that the curse was made because the son of the witch was declined of marriage by the princess, from our family, and her father declared for an execution."

"So?"

"So we are selfish. If we don't break this curse, then someday you will have to miss a pie and die; one way or another. It happened to many of our family, it's going to happen to you. You may still get to have immortality IF you break the curse!"

"Not gonna risk it," Snow won't budge.

"Well I am!" A tear runs down the elderly's face as she eats a massive bite of pie and straight after, grabs an apple and bites that too.

Snow faints as well as her mother. Snow's age changes to her real age: 56. Her mother stays the exact same.

Grumpy puts them onto the trailer out back and takes them up north towards the glass coffins.

The two ladies, laying in their glass coffins, covered in flowers. The drawfs are there praising them for freeing them from their repetitive curse.

Two hours later you can hear a horse galloping near by. Snow White's father came to see for him self that the curse was broken.

A tear goes down his face "thank you."

And the family of White will now forever live happily ever after.

Thank you for reading my first ever short story.
~Steph~ x