Thursday, April 26, 2012

Unexpected fairy tales

Her eyes are lidded lightning. She flashes a white hot glance my way, and I am ruined. Every fairy tale needs a heroine; I made the mistake of thinking it was me. One devastating glance from her shows me I was wrong. Now I can see the view from the other side of the mirror. I've become the ugly step sister. Next to her I become duller. She makes me uglier – on the inside. I want her heart in a box. I want her to prick her finger. I want her to get lost in the woods. I want her to sleep for a hundred years, until I can wake up without feeling inadequate. I want to be back on the other side of the mirror. Back where I realized that everything was perfect in it's imperfection. Back where she stood beside me as my equal. Back where she didn't have the cold gleam of triumph in her eyes, knowing she'd robbed me of my happily ever after. There's no trail to lead me back to what I once was. I hate her for doing this to me, and yet I love her still. Everyone's forever on the side of beauty. Even me.

8 comments:

  1. Short and sharp, love it. Thanks for entering :)

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  2. A cold twist to it, nice! Thank you for entering! :)

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  3. Bravo. One of the hardest things in the world to do is to make the reader empathize with the villain.

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  4. I'd have to agree with Mike. I just feel terrible for this "wicked step-sister." I also find it interesting that she has found fairy land where everything is perfect and everlasting to be harder than reality. Perfection truly isn't all it's cracked up to be.

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  5. So bitter! I love this and the way I am made to feel for the ugly step sister. I like her wish to be back where "everything was perfect in it's imperfection."

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