"You'll love me at once
The way you did once upon a dream."
~
Alice sat intently in a darkened oak booth of the Rabbit hole sitting in a trance staring at her tracing hand against rough engraving of former synonyms of "I love you" with different abbreviations of m+c or s+P stating that their of devoted vandalism dented into the smooth oak that should have granted them a forever til the feathered act of death lured a pair of lovers into a eternal death like peace. Alice also caught sight of a humerous casting of multiple digits that leaked the information of person ready to be thrust into releasing sea of sensual orgasms in retutn for their numbered love jarring a simple but estatic sensual quest.
She knew... That life was a fickle piece of shit that promised such beautiful things in return of her naughty sins that damned in her only happiness that was promised so tenderly but ended so bitterly. Alice slowly stopped her stroking hand glancing sadly watching the crevices of the letters and numbers of loved ones fade away from its former glory like a greek god would over the centuries, she felt waves of bitterness tattoo and stain her cool cheeks, as she felt the sadness and heartbreak soak her like a sponge in a sink of soapy water.
The clock struck nine and so did her annoyance as it struck thunder like raining down as mutliple waves of people soaked in freedom and diversity crashed in ready to prey on their poor innocent lungs and kill their emotions by thr icy cold of vodka or brandy slowly but surely dulling themselves physically happy. Nine o' clock was known to the Rabbit Hole staff as happy hour where girls of singlehood drunkily complained of cheating bastards and eyes that leaked rivers of dark faucets pour down their make up soaked innocence and heart break, where men of physical wealth sat in clusters on fancy leather bar stools slowly watching in pleasure upon those similar heart broken girls that Alice served earlier an array of pleasurable poisons to glance at the "fine" world glimpse of drunk hearts and predatory smiles that showed their eyes darting to their visual free porn that night but could only be compared similar to a pack of wolves circling a cage of pure white lambs, innonce and beauty wrapped in a tender slightly slutty symbolic meat.
Alice had known the Rabbit Hole as a second home for a few years now ever since she parted from a empty home that lived a empty family, Alice soon realized that initial rush of freedom to New York came a rush of hunger that lead her through a series of broken situation finally coming into contact with the purple haze that surrounded the lightened words "The Rabbit Hole" that embraced physically beautiful predators whole heartendly with a sense of welcome. Alice soon entered its oakened embrace and ever since the corrupted age of sixteen she started her employment at this fine establishment.
"Oy Alice, blue girl where is mei irish beer" screamed a man in blue overalls, Alice's train of thought crashed and combusted as she glared annoyingly at the man, she slowly took in his outer appearance with a smile closer to sneer, she could tell that he was once a looker, once she said mentally as she thought mentally as she analysed him, his possibly good looks wore off with alcohol and age as he simply sat there in confident position like he was king of the world but age had taken a hold of him and riddled his face with wrinkles of glorious hot days and his once golden hair turned silver resembling a reflecting tinsel on a sunlit day. The man followed her cold stare and matched it with his own providing a predatory smile that showcast his gleaming white teeth. "Hello bonny girl, ye gotten more than ay last saw ye" purred the drunk man.
The Rabbit Hole housed many lost souls of drunken men and women that by chance of a mathematical probability Alice may have seen this man of aging beauty any night of a passing week, so the chances were pretty certain as may or could have met a certain period in the history of her time belonging here, she soon recovered from the lack of rememberance and proudly shaked her lucious blonde curls over her smooth delicate shoulders.
Her beauty was her survival in a city of pure ugliness, the only thing she possibly got from her horrid family were their ironically good genes as she was blessed with silky elegant golden hair, blur doe eyes that were hidden underneath a curtain of long dark eyelashes and a face that show casted a array of pleasingly symmetrical features like her full pink lips and cheek bones that were possibly higher than a nerds GPA. Alice's looks were her survival, gracefully as she looked at the man sitting before analysing her, the looks given to her by a mentally insane trolls she called her parents, her weapon of mass destruction
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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...
