¤You may believe this is a softly written story about a sweet victorian girl by the name of Alice Kingsleigh who went to wonderland, but do you truly know what happened in her ending was just really the start of her beginning.
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"Tick tock,tick tock" murmured Alice in a dopey haze as she stared at her latest victim with the interest of a child receiving their new play toy. Her blue doe eyes trickled with a look that unhinged her to dance the beauty of murder and torture.
A grotesque whimper came from bloody pulp that was formed from a former glory that what was once a golden beauty whispered "please Alice set me free". The crazed beauty stared at him with those eyes, eyes that potrayrd false emotions of light and hope that only could formally now resemble the magnetic oceans blues, constantly pulling and releasing you in ways of ecstasy and hell.
The reaper draped in blue silk stared her piercingly seductive glare and whispered "of course my little boy blue" whispering thoughtfully as she said in return "I shall take you to my wonderland."
Blue boy whispered in vapid mumbles of fear that caused tears of anxiety and fear simply of the unknown streaked his golden skin before the skin of his throat was streaked a bloody smile, by a burning silver blade given to Alice by her dearest lover, her perfectly dememted Hatter.
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Alice Malice
Short Story"A story that showed the trail of a girl who shone the brightest but hid the darkest within." She was the type of girl who wore her purity and youth draped in a pretty blue dress Until he came along and taught her the ways of pastel pills and prett...
