Snow White and the Forbidden Fruit 1
This is a story about a girl, much like one you have heard before. Her skin pale as the ice she bares name with, hair as dark as the shadows she fears and lips red as the rushing blood, pounding through her veins. She lies down in the cold snow, her black dress splayed out below her, the sounds of music twirling in her head, as she closes her eyes from the stars gaze. This place, this type of moment is freedom and the closest thing she's ever felt of safety. A low growl pierces through the shadows, Winter's eyes dart open and look wildly around. She catches the glow of the moonlit beast, shimmering red fur, coming closer into view. She hears its low growl again, lips pursed yet she can't move, can't turn away. Mesmerized in the abyss of its eyes. She watches intently as the beast shuffles, the growling continues and nears a purr. Heart slamming in her ears, she is sure it can sense her fear. Winter slides back as the beast takes a step closer, her back brushes against the cold frozen bark of the giant oak she was resting beneath. The majestic beast takes another step towards, she can feel its hot breath on her face. One single tear rolls down her cheek as the wolf's features seem to soften, ever so slightly. Winter catches her breath and holds it, just in time to hear the faint snap of wood from behind her. The wolf lunges past her into some unknowing sound. She takes this time to jump and run into the woods, deeper, in no particular direction, the sounds of gnarling and pain arising from where she once sat. She ran until her chest ached and she could no longer breathe without halting. As much as her mind didn't dare stop, her legs gave out beneath her and she sat weeping in the snow until she drifted off to sleep.