This Blogflash 2012 entry proves not all success is positive.
DAY 10: SUCCESS
“Hair black as coal, skin white as snow, beauty unceasing, true heart revealing.”
Elidia chanted the prophecy; it left a galling taste in her mouth, like the arsenic creams used to whiten her skin. Whiter, whitest, still the furrows in her face deepened.
She’d been the beauty, married the King. But Time, inexorable, curved creases round her mouth.
She pricked her finger with a gold needle and trailed it across her Mirror, tying the enchantment.
Within the reflection, Snow White’s ruby mouth opened in a silent scream.
Elidia reached for her face cream, the taste of success on her lips.
Some of these #Blogflash2012 themes I really love. Day 9 is Journey, which is a theme often seen in Yearning for Wonderland: the leaving of the familiar for the foreign and the potentially wondrous. I loved the image I chose for this as well.
DAY 9: JOURNEY
All her life she’d been told to turn away from the glowing star. It burned with distant fire over the next shore. Her heart throbbed with its pulse.
She’d broken her tribe’s law, stolen the smallest longship and dragged it to the edge of Long Waste, ice water slapping at her feet. Her golden hair flapped like a banner in the frozen fingers of the wind.
She unclasped the heavy gold armband and left it on the shattered sands, in payment for her theft.
One sharp push, the boat scraping the shore, and she was at last on her journey.
Word Count: 100
Art by Misstake1989 on Deviant Art. All rights reserved.
From romance to creepy childhood fairytale reinterpretation. No one can say that #BlogFlash2012 isn’t leading me down an unusual writing path.
DAY 8: RELAXING
Alice tumbled to the forest floor. She’d eaten three mushrooms, but she was hungry and the apple was so red. Her eyelids flickered: a rabbit by her elbow snapped shut his pocketwatch. The caterpillar exhaled a smoke ring the size of a dodo.
Her head rolled right and the roses chattered. The Queen of Hearts bit into a headless tart, smiling at Alice with a dripping red grin.
As the toxin from the Amanita mushrooms spread through her body with relaxing warmth, Alice thought she saw a floating cat grin at her.
And then she died.
Word Count: 100