Twistedclassics Stories

I'm trapped inside my body and I don't know where I am. The voices that I heard before are long gone and now there's only darkness. I don't know how long I've been lying here but suddenly I feel a presence beside me. I feel someone lean over me and I feel someone brush their lips against mine. I feel him trace his lips across my cheek to my ear and gently pull my earlobe into the hot cavern of his mouth. If I could've I would've sighed with pleasure. As if reading my thoughts I hear him sigh in my ear before he traces openmouthed kisses down my neck. When he reaches the vein in my neck I hear him inhale deeply, as if he's savoring my scent. "I miss you, Rose. Come back to me." This is my version of Sleeping Beauty. I've added a touch of fang to it - I hope you enjoy

The story of Jack is usually told so that Jack sells the cow, plants the beans, finds the harp and golden egg, battles the giant then goes home, right? Well, what if Jack was the giant? What if he fell in love? In the clouds above the town of GreenThumb Jack Spriggings; a giant watches the people down below with boredom. Nothing new ever happens. The maidens would wash the clothes and cook the food and take care of the children: The men would hunt for their food and go to work each day: The children would play all day the same boring games. He'd been watching the same things all his life, with no family and nothing else to occupy his mind; after some time Jack became depressed and lonely. But when a hardworking father and his beautiful daughter Victoria buy a farm right below his castle in the sky, his interest grows and he becomes somewhat joyful. Will sparks fly between these two? Will Jack finally have a family to love? Or is it a tragedy just waiting to happen? Find out in this twist of a classic story!

Wonderland isn't the same place it used to be. A new dark and twisted form has taken its place. Her sister unable to distinguish their old world of wonder from reality. A haunting figure emerging from the depths of what once was a place of sanctuary... "You'll see him once you won't forget, A fleeting shadow or silhouette, You'll know it's him from one quick glance, You won't escape there's not a chance, So if you're the one that he does pick, Just give up and hope it's quick, Because you little one have much to fear, Beware the man known as John Deere..."