Short stories

Eternal Beauty

This story is quite depressing and I had been watching quite a bit of Titanic at the time and well, let's just say i was feeling depressed, so yea. I present Eternal Beauty to my readers :D anyways STAY AWESOME!!

'Mother! Please, I'm so hungry!' The princess calls from the tower, she knows her mother is gone; she left her here to die, so that she would inherit the throne.

Her voice echoes through the land, bouncing off the tree tops, not making it to the palace but, the villagers would look for her only to become lost in the forest. The princess falls to the floor in despair, clutching her stomach. She sobs, feeling sorry for herself.

'Princess!' Someone calls from below the tower, a song like voice as sweet as the birds that sing in the trees, the voice of a prince. She slowly pulls herself up from the ground and slowly and cautiously walks to the tower window. The poor princess is still clutching her empty stomach.

She leans out the window, her long, chocolate brown hair falling around her face, touching the outsides of the tower.

'Princess, here I have an apple for you, I hope as you eat it you will think of me!' and with that the prince threw the apple into the air. It landed in the princess's small, pale hands.

'Thank you kind Prince!'

The princess gratefully at the apple, remembering the princes face as she ate. The princess found herself full. She retired to bed and slept til the next day.

The next day the princess woke to find an apple rolling along the rug on the floor. She picked the apple up and ran to thewindow. She peered out hoping that her prince was waiting for her. But alas there was no one in sight.

'My prince are you there?!' She yells out, her voice catching the ears of the prince. He turned back and run back to the tower.

'Yes my princess?' The princess smiles widely.

'Thank you!' She yells as he waves to her.

'You are most welcome princess!'

They both stand there staring awkwardly at each other.

'Princess!'

'Yes?'

'When you are released from this tower, will you marry me?' He yells up to her, going down on one knee.

'Yes, my prince I will!' She cries in pure happiness, tears of joy running down her face. The princess ran back to bed to dream of their wedding.

The next day, the princess awoke quite early and ran to the window hoping to surprise her prince. As she reached the window and apple struck her in the forehead. She stepped back in surprise only to get her foot caught in her dress. She tumbles forward, trying desperately to catch herself on one of the red velvet curtains. Her fingers miss the curtains by a fingertip and she falls through the window.

Her screaming form falls from the tower, her brown hair flying above her. She faces the sky as she screams not wanting to look down at her impending death. She stares at the rising sky, she is still screaming, her tears flying above her.

'Princess!' The prince screams as he watches her fall.

The princess hits the ground hard, snapping her spinal cord, leaving her feeling no pain, the only thing that moves is one last tear that overflows from her colour less, lifeless eyes.

The prince falls to his knees beside her, he pulls the princess into his arms, letting his tears of sorrow run over her pale face. Without a word or sob, he lifts the princess into his arms and carries her in his arms, walking away from the tower.

The prince wanders through the forest with the dead princess lying limp in his arms, she has become so cold. He doesn't know where he is going, he just walks. The prince comes to a large icy mountain and with little thought of his safety he begins to climb the snowy mountain. The prince drowning in sorrow does not stop for anything, even when he has frozen tears running down his face. He feels nothing.

The Prince begins to grow weak. His joints have frozen up. His knees buckle beneath him and he falls to the ground. He grips the princess close to his dying heart.

He closes his eyes, an image of the wedding they would have had runs through his mind. And there the prince and the princess stay in a frozen tomb, frozen in an eternal beauty.