Red as Blood, White as Snow
Was the Queen right?
Skeletons were scattered in the courtyard, and throughout the castle. Even more hung impaled by lush rose branches.
His carefully chosen armor was shredded; the wicked thorns were quite effective. He was bleeding, but he could finish what he started. He was already farther than most had ever achieved.
He found the right chamber. She lay, barely breathing, pale white. Beautiful.
He leaned in. The urge to kiss was overwhelming.
Two fangs peeped between full red lips, glistened in his torchlight.
He flinched, yanked out a mallet and wooden stake instead.
Time to end the curse.
About the Creator
Meredith Harmon
Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
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Comments (2)
Sleeping Veauty: "I vant to drink your blood."
We like the mix of Sleeping Beauty and a Vampiress. Clever and quite well done 💙Anneliese