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Super Short Scenes, Chapter 5 |
| Written by August Blackwood | |
| Wednesday, 09 April 2008 | |
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Share it:      Twisted Fairy Tales
Snow White The prince took Snow White's hand and led her to the castle. They had their marriage ceremony earlier that day and were now returning to their beautiful home. They didn't need a honeymoon. This was perfect by itself. Entering, the prince looked at Snow White into her eyes, still holding her hand, and said, "Now that we can love each other forever, I was thinking of giving you a name: a name that only I can use when addressing you." Snow White smiled, "Oh, how romantic! What's my new name?" "#389."
Sleeping Beauty The prince leaned over to kiss the beautiful princess and gently brushed against her lips. He looked at her face, which still remained asleep. She was pretending to be asleep, he thought to himself. He could tell because her lips twitched and revealed a slight smile. He decided to further caress her and he moved his lips down to her arm and proceeded to gently kissed her hand. But, something felt weird, it didn't feel right. His lips were brushing against warm, rough bumps. He continued to kiss, knowing that he was pleasing her, but the curiosity won him over. He took a candle from nearby and held it over her arm. The sight shocked him. It was covered with puss-filled bumps, some of which had ruptured and revealed open infected wounds. Seeing this, he suddenly felt his internal liquids rise up his throat and he vomited, spraying his internal contents onto his sweetheart's face. The now vomit-covered princess screamed as she flamed with panic and grabbed a nearby pointed flag so as to hold onto, forgetting to let go when she set her feet on the floor. With uncontrollable haste to get to a washbowl, she accidently slipped her foot on some of the vomit that had landed on the wooden floor and consequently impaled the prince in his abdomen with the flag's pointed end. Meanwhile, the princess's parents lied in bed, one of whom could not sleep from her worry. She shook her husband awake and told him, "Darling, perhaps we should have told him." "Told who what?" "The prince, regarding our daughter." "What about her? He knows practically everything. She's asleep. She's not dead. There's nothing to worry about. Besides, she's perfect. He won't have to worry much about her after they marry. What? Does she have a problem?" The wife hesitated, "She's allergic to metal." The father suddenly jolted up from his horizontal position, "My God! The spinning wheel!" Little Red Riding Hood Little White Riding Hood pranced along with her dog to go to her grandmother's house. She was wearing her white hood, of course. She wore it wherever she went. Suddenly she was approached by a wolf from behind. No, not the wolf. It was her dog. He was an English Mastiff, one of the largest dogs you could ever find. A scream echoed through the forest. Grandmother sat on her rocking chair, waiting patiently. Riding Hood's dog entered through the door that was left ajar and dropped a red hood onto the floor. The Grandmother picked it up and said, "Perfect." The dog sat there, whining with eyes that expressed complaint. Grandmother looked the dog in the eyes and said with her hands raised, "What? I couldn't afford red dye. What else could I have done?" Grandmother walked to an open box and placed the hood into it, "This will be my special present to my sister's granddaughter. Oh, she'll like this." And so, a month later, Little Red Riding Hood took her long walk, alone, to her Grandmother's house, to deliver a basket of jam and bread. She was wearing her red hood, of course. She wore it wherever she went.
Copyright 2008 August Blackwood |
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