WARNING!!!! The following story may be disturbing to both Snow White enamorados and haters. Reader discursion is advised…
Now I present my sneak peek Dark Endings version of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. Enjoy…
One song, I have but one song. One song, only for you…Snow White quietly hummed the beautiful song her mystery prince sang to her earlier that day. She was picking wildflowers in the meadow near her castillo home. Her stepmother, the Queen, had allowed her to pick the newly bloomed daisies in the field, as long as her best (and only) huntsman, Humbert, accompanied her. As she gathered up the rest of the blossoms, she noticed that a tiny bluebird, no bigger than the palm of her hand, had fallen from its nest above.
“Aww, have tu lost your way from home?” Snow White asked sweetly, “I’ll help tu find your way back!” She set her bundle of flores down and searched around the branches of the oak árbol towering above her. She spotted the bird’s nest nestled up on one of the higher branches. Snow stood on her tip-toes so the bird could fly back to its home.
While it fluttered its small azure wings up to the nest, a shadow crossed along the árbol and Snow White’s back. She turned around, planning on picking up the daisies, when she was confronted por the menacing, bearded huntsman. In his hand, he gripped a wicked dagger, so sharp that just staring at it could cut you. Humbert raised his blade, about to plunge it into her heart, when he froze. In the back of his mind, something was telling him to don’t do it, don’t destroy an innocent girl. But a stronger voice reminded him of all the riches the queen had promised him, and whatever else his corazón desired.
With tears in his eyes, he whispered, “Sorry…Little Princess…”
And he plunged the cuchillo into her chest, all the way up to its hilt.
Now I present my sneak peek Dark Endings version of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. Enjoy…
One song, I have but one song. One song, only for you…Snow White quietly hummed the beautiful song her mystery prince sang to her earlier that day. She was picking wildflowers in the meadow near her castillo home. Her stepmother, the Queen, had allowed her to pick the newly bloomed daisies in the field, as long as her best (and only) huntsman, Humbert, accompanied her. As she gathered up the rest of the blossoms, she noticed that a tiny bluebird, no bigger than the palm of her hand, had fallen from its nest above.
“Aww, have tu lost your way from home?” Snow White asked sweetly, “I’ll help tu find your way back!” She set her bundle of flores down and searched around the branches of the oak árbol towering above her. She spotted the bird’s nest nestled up on one of the higher branches. Snow stood on her tip-toes so the bird could fly back to its home.
While it fluttered its small azure wings up to the nest, a shadow crossed along the árbol and Snow White’s back. She turned around, planning on picking up the daisies, when she was confronted por the menacing, bearded huntsman. In his hand, he gripped a wicked dagger, so sharp that just staring at it could cut you. Humbert raised his blade, about to plunge it into her heart, when he froze. In the back of his mind, something was telling him to don’t do it, don’t destroy an innocent girl. But a stronger voice reminded him of all the riches the queen had promised him, and whatever else his corazón desired.
With tears in his eyes, he whispered, “Sorry…Little Princess…”
And he plunged the cuchillo into her chest, all the way up to its hilt.
Today that is no longer the case.
Things have changed, and I don’t understand.
Nothing is going as I planned.
In his presence I used to be scared.
I was lonely and I didn’t think he cared.
But now there is something different in his eyes.
He’s letting his guard down, and isn’t wearing a disguise.
His inner beauty is finally shining through.
He is sincere and true.
Now I stand in front of a mirror in a beautiful yellow dress.
I feel a little nervous, I must confess.
I think I have fallen in amor with him.
Should I tell him how I feel, and go out on a limb?
Yes, my feelings must be released,
Because this Beauty has fallen in amor with a Beast.
I realized before I continued on with escritura my Disneyville High school story, I needed to put my various students into cliques of some sort. I have one rule only *No disney herione/princess can be in the "Meal Girl" area. That's restricted to the triplets (one of whom is called Helene), Driezella and Anastasia, and anyone else I can think of who isn't a disney heroine (or isn't a teacher)
Gaston is jock-either football o wresting.
the others?
Snow White* she's the youngest
Belle-nerdy type I think
Ariel-(I need something for her to collect?)
Aurora?
Jasmine?
Louis-rebel
Aladdin-loner?
Gaston is jock-either football o wresting.
the others?
Snow White* she's the youngest
Belle-nerdy type I think
Ariel-(I need something for her to collect?)
Aurora?
Jasmine?
Louis-rebel
Aladdin-loner?