A Fractured Fairytale

Meditations on Fairy Land

Alice Perspective

It is curious. Times of dire emergency correlate directly into a slower perception of time...

I must be delusional.

Is time real....or is it just perception? Don't be proposterous, Alice! Don't barate yourself, Alice!

Are you alive, Alice? Pandamonium. Disorientation. My vision was blurred the world nought but a haze. Yet there was a peculiar serenity surrounding my predicament, much like the eye of a storm. Where was Dinah? What would my sister think of me. Is she here? As if miles away I could hear her voice. My name....her voice was barely audible yet disctintly foreign...it wasn't her....but it must be, who else would be calling my name?

Red's perspective

Savagery, a primal instinct, it runs through my blood. Beneath a facade of innocence and angelic beauty. I glance into the mirror, locks black as the night, loosly cascade down my shoulders, a face thin and oval shaped. Eyes a striking blue. Skin pale as paper.

Seldom do I consider the drastic changes that the wolf debacle entailed. From a obscurity to fame. A perplexing journey. I had always been gregarious, most would say fame is suited to me. Yet I have reverted into something of a more reserved person. I have no real accomplishments, merely naivety and a wilingess to socialize with those who I oughtn't.

In other words, luck and idiocy. The lumberjack. What a blessing. Our relationship has since flourished. Yet the limelight imposes certain stuggles. I shoudln't complain, bestowed upon me is a life of affluence and love. There are worse fates. We are betrothed. He is...stunning to say the least. Yet there is something rather lackluster in our relationship. After 6 months of romantic entanglement, something has grown rather dull. I had my reservations to begin with.

We never connected on an emotional level. Listening to him speak is utter monotony. His intelligence is sub-optimal. I don't know why I remain with him. I don't want to hurt him. And remarkable as it sounds, I love him, I am indebted to him, he saved my life. His lips are tender, his words are kind. His anecdotes are tedious. Yet I shouldn't penalize him on account of being somewhat thick.

The door lock clicked, as he entered the room, I noted the resigned expression on his face.

His customary greeting is that of a peck on the cheek and a jovial 'How was your day, sweetie?'

Yet today has gripped my hand, gesturing with the other hand to take a seat.

I sat, he closed his eyes. After regaining his composure he assumed the seat next to me.

The next few seconds were numb.

I couldn't conceive of a world without him.

Yet evidently, I had to.

Rabbit's Perspective

Wonderland is a peculiar land. It felt as if it were yesterday I was at home with a wife and a mother and father...I wasn't...this. But for a species to survive, one must adapt.

The mad hatter is exasperating.

Infuriating.

Frustrating

Exhausting...its warm here.

Drowsy,

Oh dear. I'm a rabbit caught in head lights...

Wolf's Perspective

I was ready to subside into the blissful stupa that was a sultry afternoon after a hard day's labour. I was renowned amongst the wolf community, we I was well known every where else to, but the former was more positive. It was inevitable. The public condemned me. I was guilty. I didn't feel remorse either. That old woman was on her last legs. And Ruby, that sanctimonious idiot. She had it coming to her. It was inevitable that they would come knocking on my door. And so they did. Hammering. Pounding. Hungry for my blood. Ruby was the talk of the town. Beloved by all. Prepossessing and well rounded. With a sob story to boot. She repulsed me. She was smug. Never spared a thought to those around her. I was condemned. And so they came. Ready for vengeance. Yearning to see me apprehended.