Yesterday I đã đăng a short fan-fiction called Snow White in the dark forest (twisted version). One person told me to expand that story so here bạn go, the full version of the story!
bạn probably remember me, my name is Snow White in case bạn didn't knew and I'm going to tell bạn about one of my nightmares I had one night.
Nothing special had happened that day, I had just visited the lâu đài I used to live in for many years, but sadly I was forced into being a maid dressed in rags all because of my stepmother, she was so jealous of my beauty that she wanted to be the fairest in the land. Now I feel happy over living with my prince, but everyone đã đưa ý kiến we lived happily ever after, that wasn't so true at all.
But why did I got this nightmare that night, could've been because of my tragic background because it was like this, not only did my stepmother wanted to be the fairest one of all, if someone else was thêm fair than her she would order her to get killed which I was close to be, but I'm lucky that my prince saved me from it?
The lâu đài was interesting to explore, the mirror was still there, but the horror from the past was still there, I imagined how the dungeoun would look like when I got to see it, but I decided to go and take a look.
For some reason I knew where the dungeoun was and I quickly found it, yes, I was right, it was quite creepy, but I didn't want to leave it, there was so many things there awaiting on being discoverd. There was a book that was opened to half, on the page that the person had stopped at that had read this before me stood: "The victim of the Sleeping Death can be revived only bởi Love's ´First Kiss". I felt as if my tim, trái tim suddenly disappared, this was way creepier than running through a dark forest where everything came to life so I ranned away the fastest I could back to my trang chủ and fell into my giường with tears in my eyes.
This was the first time in my life that I felt like I couldn't stop crying, it felt as if I would never recover from this, I had to do something to make me feel better, but what could I do?
Suddenly I fell asleep and even so deep that I started to dream, but it was a nightmare, a horrible one, it went like this:
It was one of those days when I was walking in the forest and all of a sudden it became dark and it felt as if everything came to life. I tried to run, but my legs told me not to. I knew that I was going to die. Suddenly I heard an evil laugh and at the same time I felt like I was going to lose my breath and all of a sudden everything became black and I fell to the ground. I was dead!
Just as sudden as the nightmare came it disappeared and I woke up and felt very warm and as if I had got very sick just over one night.
"I hope I don't get this nightmare again", I thought for myself
The following morning I felt really sick, I didn't want to di chuyển away from my bed, it was too comfortable, but I had to. If only my husband was at home, he had been gone for a tháng and since yesterday I had began to miss him. I had no idea that I was going to continue getting nightmares every night, but they where going to variate.
(End Of Part 1)
bạn probably remember me, my name is Snow White in case bạn didn't knew and I'm going to tell bạn about one of my nightmares I had one night.
Nothing special had happened that day, I had just visited the lâu đài I used to live in for many years, but sadly I was forced into being a maid dressed in rags all because of my stepmother, she was so jealous of my beauty that she wanted to be the fairest in the land. Now I feel happy over living with my prince, but everyone đã đưa ý kiến we lived happily ever after, that wasn't so true at all.
But why did I got this nightmare that night, could've been because of my tragic background because it was like this, not only did my stepmother wanted to be the fairest one of all, if someone else was thêm fair than her she would order her to get killed which I was close to be, but I'm lucky that my prince saved me from it?
The lâu đài was interesting to explore, the mirror was still there, but the horror from the past was still there, I imagined how the dungeoun would look like when I got to see it, but I decided to go and take a look.
For some reason I knew where the dungeoun was and I quickly found it, yes, I was right, it was quite creepy, but I didn't want to leave it, there was so many things there awaiting on being discoverd. There was a book that was opened to half, on the page that the person had stopped at that had read this before me stood: "The victim of the Sleeping Death can be revived only bởi Love's ´First Kiss". I felt as if my tim, trái tim suddenly disappared, this was way creepier than running through a dark forest where everything came to life so I ranned away the fastest I could back to my trang chủ and fell into my giường with tears in my eyes.
This was the first time in my life that I felt like I couldn't stop crying, it felt as if I would never recover from this, I had to do something to make me feel better, but what could I do?
Suddenly I fell asleep and even so deep that I started to dream, but it was a nightmare, a horrible one, it went like this:
It was one of those days when I was walking in the forest and all of a sudden it became dark and it felt as if everything came to life. I tried to run, but my legs told me not to. I knew that I was going to die. Suddenly I heard an evil laugh and at the same time I felt like I was going to lose my breath and all of a sudden everything became black and I fell to the ground. I was dead!
Just as sudden as the nightmare came it disappeared and I woke up and felt very warm and as if I had got very sick just over one night.
"I hope I don't get this nightmare again", I thought for myself
The following morning I felt really sick, I didn't want to di chuyển away from my bed, it was too comfortable, but I had to. If only my husband was at home, he had been gone for a tháng and since yesterday I had began to miss him. I had no idea that I was going to continue getting nightmares every night, but they where going to variate.
(End Of Part 1)
