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CONFINED: Do NOT read. (Well, maybe you can...) Today, Mother Goose, a shy but quite a clever bird, decided to fess up on what REALLY happened in the nursery rhyme land.
Shadows shift as I walk in the twilight, Movement just below my line of sight. The creature stalks me again, A stranger alone with not a friend. Sense of fear feeds its drive, Will I make it out...
LIPS as red as blood upon the snow CHEEKS as pale as the doves flitting below HAIR as black as a ravens wing WHY does no one hear her SCREAM.
#opussweeklychallenge Little Red Riding Hood Was walking through the wood On her way to her gran When a murderous man Killed her just because he could This would go some way to explain What was...
The darkness descended, A quilt of black, Flung over the forest, And that decrepit shack. The night was silent, As the stranger rose, Softly waking the dwarves, The assassins he chose.
They rode through the night, Day taking hold, They rode through the morn, Relentless and bold. Until they came, To a winding lane, And a shabby wee house, Grimy and plain.
Skin like snow, Hair like the night, Blood red lips, Tragic Snow White. For years and years, Her story was told, As a mere fairytale, Boring and old.
There was an old woman. She lived in the woods. Deep in the darkest and tangliest roots. Where gnarled trees twisted and tried very hard. To trip unsuspecting and innocent folk.
Snow, with skin of purest white, And lips as red as blood, She ate the apple on that night, Just like a good girl should.
The little girl In the red hood Beware the wolf As you do your good She ventured far Alone and distracted Realized she was lost But he was attracted...
My Cinderella story, Is a lot worse then you've heard, My wicked step-mother and sisters are a giant pack of turds.
EXERCISE CAUTION BEFORE READING, contains things that some people may find disturbing. Thanks, you can read it now Creak..... Creak..... Creak..... Crack.
The fearless knight charges on, Straight on through the castle gates, Caring not for his own skin, Or the danger that awaits.
Sing a song of sixpence A pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds Baked into a pie, But what we didn't know About the feast fit for a king The birds follow the Queen and obey And she summons...
There was an old lady. Who lived in a forest. She had a black cat. Whose name was Horace. With her long black cape. And her pointy nose. Ten shrivelled fingers. Ten ugly toes. Spots on her hands.
Cinderella sharpened her glass heel,. Snow white dropped the apple core,. Belle threw the rose on the floor,. Mulan cut her hair some more,. Alice stomped on the rabbit's watch,.
16+ disturbing and twisted you've been warned.
The tiger prowled the midnight forest His glittering eyes watched the girl, As she took a rose from the Florist, In exchange for a ebony pearl.
I heard a cry. Deep in the night. Well I have to say I did get a fright. It was high pitched. And in pain it well was. it lasted for a an age. When I walked out,. Out into the woods,.
Mirror mirror on the wall Who will win and who will fall. What if the tale was to change Into something bleak and strange.
Rumplestiltskin was a goblin, who lived underneath an oak. A sickly grey looking fellow, who very rarely spoke.
I'm awfully sorry, To break it to you, But there's another fairy tale, that's not quite true... It's not just Snow, who's corrupted her story, But that 'big bad wolf' Isn't so gory...
Oh wow. A trail of breadcrumbs!, the short, fat Goblin said. As he waddled along getting fatter, as he followed and ate the bread. This had been a great find, never mind the dickie birds.
On a snowy mountain-top bare, something lingered in a darkened lair. A face as white as the snow, and a deep double fur-coat treasured by King Crow.