Princess and DwarfPrincess & Dwarf
Since birth the Princess of the North Kingdom was engaged to be married to the Prince of the South Kingdom. Though she never saw him face to face, she grew up hearing stories about how handsome and charming and fabulously wealthy the Prince was. Hardly a day would go by when the Princess didn’t hear about the Prince through the giggles of servants, the lofty ramblings of her parents, or the jealous whispers of her friends. It seemed as if her life revolved around this far away Prince’s existence, and that she had been birthed solely for the day- her sixteenth birthday to be precise- when he would sweep her onto his horse and ride off to the exotic southern palace.
When she was fourteen, the Princess was finally able to meet the Prince. He’d come to visit the North Kingdom to celebrate a festival. They were only able to spend one hour together, but the Prince made full use of this time, exhibiting his fantastic dancing skills, and of course, compliment
To Make it RightTo Make it Right
I was always quiet my whole life. Quiet and afraid, like I was being restrained by the trauma of a long forgotten memory that had somehow taught me to fear others and hate myself. And so my life was quiet. Quiet and boring. I’m already eighty years old, and nothing interesting has ever happened to me. I’ve never been married, or been with a man at all. It’s very depressing. I have no children or grandchildren, or even any friends.
The most exciting I ever witnessed was the day the pre-med student in the old boarding house threw himself out the window. I lived in my parents’ boarding house till I graduated high school. My life was as uneventful as ever until the day I walked outside and found the smashed up body of the pre-med student laying there. His name was Alonzo- he was of german decent, with blonde hair and strong facial features. I was a senior in high school and he was a junior in college. He was one of the people I was too afraid to tal
White SnowWhite Snow
A rope named contentment tied me down,
before I ever saw its chains.
No sweet longings filled my heart,
no desire for a change.
I had no companions like myself,
just carvings in the wood.
But I spoke with them to pass the time,
and knew they understood.
No single reason to be weary,
or suspect that one would lie.
But when deceit revived at my expense,
Fear, I felt, for the first time.
The crown sailed down a river of blood,
dark and slick as ebony.
Seven hands reached far down,
and broke off parts of me.
Hope took on the mystic form,
of a face inside my mind.
A fleeting cold red memory,
of the one I'd left behind.
When the hunter took my eyes,
the scene was so much clearer.
Not the one she thought I was,
lonely silhouettes on the mirror.
A wall of glass divided us,
thicker than a moat.
Poison choked at my parched heart,
and stopped my beating throat.
My final page, I was sure,
would be a tragedy.
A death bereft of calm rebirth,
an end to self and country.
Never expecting tha