Brushing Away The Cobwebs

Gosh it's gotten dusty here. Over a month ago since my last post?! I'm more ashamed than anyone else. Yes! Oh yes this feels good. Each word is like a little stroke of my parts.

Ahem.

Yes, I decided to make a new blog post. It's nothing dead exciting, but it's a little something I had to write in about 20 minutes in my english language lesson at college (college is the main reason for my lack of blogging. Next to having no ideas, and all the clunge). It's my version of the adorable children's tale, Show White and the Seven Dwarves. N'awwww. Well, here goes.

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      Snow White's stepmother was not what anyone would regard an attractive woman. Her magic mirror, each time forcing out the words behind a false smile
      "You are the fairest of them all". Tragically, it was technically true - the bubonic plague had wiped out most of her competitors. It was the same old story, day in, day out. Until the mirror finally said "Snow White is the fairest of them all", barely containing it's smugness. Her stepmother was horrified. Partly that someone had avoided the plague, but mostly because someone was prettier than her. Although everyone but her knew that wasn't too hard of an achievement. Of course, the first thing she tried to do was to get Snow White out of the picture. Murder wasn't a strong word in those days. But Snow White's stepmother was a classy woman (in her eyes, at least). There were many ways you could kill someone without lifting a finger.


      Snow White could barely contain herself. An all expenses paid trip to a Dwarf spa? How she loved her stepmother. She'd never heard of a spa run by dwarves before. And such a lovely place! Look at that cute little cottage!
      In the clearing of the forest was a small cottage, just big enough it seemed, for a regular sized person to go into. The trees loomed over from behind like tall bouncers, blocking some of the sun while the rest spilled through the branches. The odd flower grew on the ground, but not many, it seemed the ground was well worn, probably from people walking. The whole place was eerily yet tranquilly silent.
      But... why wasn't the building marked? Where were the spa signs? Who ever heard of a spa run by Dwarves anyway? These obvious questions and more, never once entered Snow White's simple mind, as she crouched into the cottage through the front door.


    There were at least seven of them around the crudely carved table. Grotesque little things, in their grimy little kitchen. The whole place smelt like sweat, and mould. They were hunched, ugly, the plague had taken its toll on them. Their oddly intact teeth jutted out at odd angles. Their mouths watered at the sight of this pretty young woman, just as they were promised.
      Snow White didn't know what she had just walked in to. She finally realised what a fool she had been as they began to devour her.