By Olivia King Ba-dum. Ba-dum. The pounding of her heart was all the porcelain woman could hear. The trees stretched their long arms forward, trying to grab her. The ground seemed to rise up to try and trip her, yet her small bare feet propelled her forward. Even though it was getting harder and harder for her to breath, the raven-haired girl continued on.The drumming of her heart increased with each breath she took, and though her bruised and bloody feet were worn from the jagged ground she did not give up. She could not give up. If she did, then everything she had fought for would be pointless.
The young woman stumbled slightly as her dress got caught on a nearby thorn bush. She yanked it as hard as she could until it ripped and she was free. The pale girl continued her descent down the wooded hill. Gooseflesh rose and made itself known as the wind nipped at her exposed skin. The slamming of hooves on the cold winter ground echoed throughout the forest. She willed her legs to go faster. A cry left her pinks lips as a root snagged her ankle. She tumbled down until she was struck in the side by a rock that peeked out from the earth. Suffocating from the fear of getting caught, the pale woman pulled herself from the ground. Holding her bleeding side, she staggered onward. She was not going to end up back in the dungeon. A clearing in the forest caught her eye. She stumbled forward. With each ragged breath she took, her side ached, and with each step, her vision began to fade. The broken woman came to the edge of a cliff that dropped into a body of water. The sounds of the knights on their black horses kept getting closer and closer. Taking one final breath she took a step off the ledge and plunged into the freezing cold lake. The Queen with hair as black as night snapped awake. Bursting forth from the claw-footed tub, she gasped for air. Her slender hands held fast to the edge of the tub as she was restrained by a dagger being held to her neck. “You shouldn't have saved them” her sister whispered. “I am their Queen and they were innocent children” the raven-haired beauty snapped. She felt a sharp pain and then everything faded to black. The angelic woman laid there, peacefully floating in a strawberry tainted lake as her sister called for the guards, and claimed the crown had been attacked by an enemy. And so began the reign of the evil queen. Comments are closed.
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2016-2017Lit. Mag. StaffSenior Editors:
Javier Flores Kaylee Kalaf Lisa Watson Junior Editors: Olivia King Serena Wooten Contributors
Samuel Asabor
Pavan Dayal Caitlyn Doan Javier Flores Michaela Gathings Emily Guettler Kaylee Kalaf Olivia King Oluwajoba Ogun Tianna Perry Ye Yee (Mary) Song Maya Tisdale Jillian Wolstromer Serema Wooten Table of Contents~"Sonnet" by Pavan Dayal (Poetry)
~"The Five Performers" by Javier Flores (Poetry) ~"Don't Forget to Remember" by Jillian Wolstromer (Fiction) ~"Waterfall" by Tianna Perry (Poetry) ~"Bipliophile" by Ye Yee Mary Song (Artwork) ~"In the Dark?" by Maya Tisdale (Poetry) ~"Outcast" by Michaela Gathings (Poetry) ~"I am Woman" by Oluwajoba Ogun (Poetry) ~"Enigma" by Serena Wooten (Fiction) ~"Robbery on the Dusty Road" by Emily Guettler (Fiction) ~"Seasons and Relationships" by Kaylee Kalaf (Poetry) ~"Lullaby" by Caitlyn Doan (Poetry) ~"The Crown" by Olivia King (Fiction) ~"Skull" by Ye Yee Mary Song (Artwork) ~"Dying Ugly" by Maya Tisdale (Poetry) ~"The Haunts of Brynmor House" by Emily Guettler (Fiction) ~"Swamp Town" by Samuel Asabor (Fiction) CategoriesArchives |