White As Snow
The woman sat by the window, sewing the velvet red quilt for her soon-to-be daughter. Her husband wrapped his arms romantically around her neck.
"Oh stop," she smiled. In her distraction, she pricked her finger on the needle between her fingers. A drop of scarlet leaked onto the velvet red cloth.
"My," she looked out onto the frost on the ground outside the ebony window frame. "I wish my daughter to have skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as coal"
And then came me.
Author's Note
This is a modern Snow White story! I'll soon be making other fairy-tale based stories soon! What do you think if I made a modern Cinderella story? Leave your reply in the comments! Thanks!
~Jacqueline
The white marble coffin slowly lowered into the ground. But the tears didn't come. I didn't feel any sorrow for my mother. I loved her but.. I never liked her. She acted motherly, but as far as I knew, she never actually loved me.
"It's okay to cry," My father whispered in my ear. His face was streaked with tears, because he loved her. And she loved him back. But she didn't love me, and I say again-- the tears did not come. They did not want to.
And for my mother-- they never will.
For that was eleven years ago, my mothers funeral. Reminiscing on my recollection of memories at the joyous moment like this should be punished. Mind me, but my father, Karl Warren Everett, the most popular lawyer in all of Baltimore City, is marrying beautiful Cecelia Quinn Ford.
Wrong Statement.
My thoughts came to reality too late, and cheering began. I stood up last of everyone else, as Karl and Cecelia pranced down the crimson aisle. Once they had left the church room, everyone filed after them, me being last. I wasn't the only one, though.
"You too, huh?" a voice sounded. "Reveal yourself!" I demanded. "If you say so," the voice said. At the sight of a boy rising from the pews eerily, I gasped. "What was that for?" he smiled. He just happened to be my age. How convenient.
Unclean and ruffled light brown layered his head. His eyes were the exact shade ocean, just how I like them. Even more convenient I thought blandly. The square of his jaw popped as he opened it.
Just. Like. Me.
"What brings you up here?" he smiled. I disliked this smile. He was too happy. Although this is a happy occasion, I can't help but feel emptied. Cecelia didn't even bring me as a bridesmaid-- and Daddy didn't even stop it. I sighed in my mind, then returned to his face.
"Well?"
"I'm Karl's daughter." I sat down at one of the pews, folding my hands over my chest. "I'm just a friend" he nodded.
"Good. I thought you were related to that ***** Cici"
"That's who I'm a friend of,"
"Whoops" my face turns a delicate shade of red. "Sorry"
"No harm done"
"Shall we go outside then?"
"No..."
"Why not?"
"I like it here. It's peaceful"
I looked at him in unfocused awe, curious. I agreed completely. "It's O.K."
"How?!" he half shouted. I giggled at his anger. "Well," he said, realizing the joke. "Should we be getting outside now?" I gestured toward the church doors.
"Fine." He looked up, I looked away. I wasn't going to see him again, so It wouldn't matter anyway.
Another wrong statement.
This is a modern Snow White story! I'll soon be making other fairy-tale based stories soon! What do you think if I made a modern Cinderella story? Leave your reply in the comments! Thanks!
~Jacqueline
The white marble coffin slowly lowered into the ground. But the tears didn't come. I didn't feel any sorrow for my mother. I loved her but.. I never liked her. She acted motherly, but as far as I knew, she never actually loved me.
"It's okay to cry," My father whispered in my ear. His face was streaked with tears, because he loved her. And she loved him back. But she didn't love me, and I say again-- the tears did not come. They did not want to.
And for my mother-- they never will.
For that was eleven years ago, my mothers funeral. Reminiscing on my recollection of memories at the joyous moment like this should be punished. Mind me, but my father, Karl Warren Everett, the most popular lawyer in all of Baltimore City, is marrying beautiful Cecelia Quinn Ford.
Wrong Statement.
My thoughts came to reality too late, and cheering began. I stood up last of everyone else, as Karl and Cecelia pranced down the crimson aisle. Once they had left the church room, everyone filed after them, me being last. I wasn't the only one, though.
"You too, huh?" a voice sounded. "Reveal yourself!" I demanded. "If you say so," the voice said. At the sight of a boy rising from the pews eerily, I gasped. "What was that for?" he smiled. He just happened to be my age. How convenient.
Unclean and ruffled light brown layered his head. His eyes were the exact shade ocean, just how I like them. Even more convenient I thought blandly. The square of his jaw popped as he opened it.
Just. Like. Me.
"What brings you up here?" he smiled. I disliked this smile. He was too happy. Although this is a happy occasion, I can't help but feel emptied. Cecelia didn't even bring me as a bridesmaid-- and Daddy didn't even stop it. I sighed in my mind, then returned to his face.
"Well?"
"I'm Karl's daughter." I sat down at one of the pews, folding my hands over my chest. "I'm just a friend" he nodded.
"Good. I thought you were related to that ***** Cici"
"That's who I'm a friend of,"
"Whoops" my face turns a delicate shade of red. "Sorry"
"No harm done"
"Shall we go outside then?"
"No..."
"Why not?"
"I like it here. It's peaceful"
I looked at him in unfocused awe, curious. I agreed completely. "It's O.K."
"How?!" he half shouted. I giggled at his anger. "Well," he said, realizing the joke. "Should we be getting outside now?" I gestured toward the church doors.
"Fine." He looked up, I looked away. I wasn't going to see him again, so It wouldn't matter anyway.
Another wrong statement.
8 Comments
This is great so far! :D
luved it!! plz make another :D
great! more plz =)
love it. its really great so far
cool, sounds good
Strong beginning... I was entranced! The only part I found a little confusing was when they were talking back and forth at the end... You couldn't tell who was talking becuase it was just quotations. Other than that! I Absolutely loved it! Especially when you described the mother's funeral! Write more soon! :)
loooove it as usual!! =]
Keep writing!!