a beginning with an apple…
Long ago, way back before snow white was captured by that snobbish prince when she was asleep only to be imprisoned in the castle later…she was a little girl. A lovely and cheerful little girl too…and she used to be called Rose White, with a lovely twin sister called Rose Red. They lived in the middle of the feral forest with their single mother.
The twin sisters always going around everywhere together—inseparable. They might’ve been living forever together, happily loving sisters ever after, if only their mother wasn’t a fugitive witch; whom ran away from her sisterhood who wants her to sacrifice the oldest one of her twin daughter, in their offering of their Blood Moon ritual. For the twins were born underneath the precise, correct count of the blood moon; the moon that only came once a year. She almost succeed in hiding their happy little family…but as the girls grew up, they became more noticeable—and harder to hide, stronger in charms that her ever weakened dark magic couldn’t covert them anymore.
So eventually, in a desperate attempt to anticipate her soon to be visiting old sisterhood, she asked the older daughter to run and hide far, far deep in the woods. To never even gave their house a visit or a peep, before the next 4th Red Moon was over. She gave her one strong protective spell so that she couldn’t be killed. And giving her charmed leather choker to disguise her witching aura so that she’s harder to be detected.
But Rose White, the older girl, was having an ill luck by her 1st Red Moon in the woods. It was the time when the seven dwarves come out from their little filthy dark cave, and trying to look for glimmering enchanted things that would shone mischievously underneath the witching moon. The dwarves caught Rose White when they encountered her, and took her home as one of their loots of the night. Then they shackled her in their house, to clean their place, cook their food and and to be their gimp; their sex slave for as long as it would please them. Rose White wasn’t happy, and the seven brothers were gross and having ill taste of things—but every time she tried to runaway, she failed. And she could never kill her self for she was protected under her mother’s protective spell. She tried various way already, you see; every time the dwarves makes her more and more revolted of her body. But such an ill fate she had; she never succeed in ceasing to exist. The dwarves named her Snow White as a mockery, for her looks became so pale and sad and fragile just like a little piece of snow. Sexually almost unappealing, just like a random snow piece would…she should be grateful that they still want to fuck her nevertheless; they said.
While back at their cozy little shed, Rose Red never knew why would her sister left her all of a sudden. And her mother only said that she runaway, and asked her never to talk about it anymore. She felt sad and betrayed and abandoned. For she loves her sister very much, and it never occurs to her mind that her sister would ever ever want to leave her. Her sadness, eventually by time, turned into hatred, and she grew sinister. There’s a swirling hole inside her where her most beloved sister used to be, which never became filled in, no matter how much fellow woods inhabitants she take to fuck the void away.
4 Red Moon passed, and Rose White never came home. Then 5 Red Moon passed…the mother begin to giving up in secretly trying to look for her daughter. She mourn and she mourn and blame herself, and finally her old body knew how depressed she feel, and for the body think that its existence no longer wanted, it turns it self off. Rose Red bury her mother’s body underneath the 6th Red Moon. Her anger and hatred grew ever so big as she filled in with more despair. She curse at the moon, before her mother’s grave, and wishing that she never had any sister to begin with. But what her mother failed to inform her, in spite of her years of mourning and searching for her other daughter, was that the Red Moon was powerful. The energy of death, even without blood sacrificing, was powerful enough to grant one little wish—so then she cease to have any sister. Instead, she merge into her sister body, two souls inside one body: shackled inside the dwarves cave.
For the Red Moon is wicked…you always have to be careful, of what you wanted.
They became a very hateful and despaired one body of a freshly matured girl, conflicted inside her brain, and imprisoned in the dwarves cave. But Rose Red wasn’t like Rose White, who merely grew sad. She eventually ignore her sister’s endless crying and frightened screams when she killed every each of the dwarves. Tear their penis off when they try to fuck her, and slaughtering them one by one with a knife she easily access for she is the one who do stuff in the kitchen, and because they are half her size, and they are ignorant enough to not expecting her anger to come. It was winter by the time, so its simply fair to say that the girls actually deserved the name Snow Red—not only because they are two girls inside one pale body—Snow White and Rose Red; but for they are also the first girls that painted the snow with red…in that woods.
Snow White almost non-existent in the body anymore…she merely curled up inside, wails and dwells in her endless misery while Rose Red took almost full control of the body. She freed them from their shackles and linger in the woods, looking for more. For more things that she could threw her hatred into—for the more her avenges are paid, the more she is craving for more fills. It fills her with more raging power, but also made her ever hungrier and thirstier. She simply wants to paint everything red. She lived by her way for some while, before eventually the old sisterhood acknowledge the recent ruckus of slaughters happening in the depth of the woods.
To avoid the mere little trouble of her coming at them if somehow she founds out about their previous intent, they send one of them to kill the twin girl. Ah just how very easily she is lured to the magical poisoned apple, and turned half-dead—because again, she is still half-protected by the deceased-mother’s protective spell. Poor Snow Red, again she fail in ceasing to exist.
She merely lay there, freeze and pinned on the ground, consumed by the wretched spirits that are lingering in the forest…not alive, nor dead…for fuck know how long.
Of course, this was before the snobbish prince came and rape her in her sleep (or perhaps : comatose state) and made her choke the piece of the poisoned apple out. The he imprisoned her in his castle and call her the princess of his heart; that he liberated her from a curse—with simply kissing her. As if such thing is possible. And Snow Red it is, but he said to the people that her name is Snow White. This time not as a mockery, but as a disguise, to make her sounds fragile and charming, while actually she starts to frighten him.
In the end though, Snow Red devours that lying coward of a prince…and then she’s finally having her long awaited death—being burned on a crucifix, by the people that keep screaming to her: Witch. Alas, she never really was. A witch. Shame that those people never acknowledge their mum in her glory time.
And shame that it never occurs to her before, that good old fire could ever do both of the things they wanted : to rest, and to paint things red.
*This fairly short story is an adaptation from the tale of Snow White, and Fables.
On the other note, I am recommending you to use audiobook, as an alternative to music/mp3 as a sweet company to do solitary works. When music gotten boring, or triggering you to be sentimental and/or restless in time needed to simply focus and use your hands-eyes working on things. Or when you’re conflicted between continuing your long-delayed works, but you also want to finish some books for its been a while ever since..
At least for me; audiobooks feels like the good old time of late nite horror stories from radio broadcasts in childhood times, or the feeling of listening to my grandpa’s random fiction stories that he sometimes told me when he still alive—not always before sleeping—but usually at nights. It’s nice. Actually I think that is why I like making up stories along with my drawing—which actually is supposed to be an inherent part of the story it self. Story is the joy out of words and visuals, anyway. I like being told stories…and one can only try to give what it’s like to get, ay. An effort is an effort..
Back to audiobooks. If you’re lucky enough, books that you like would already be recorded (if you’re super lucky–it is performed by the author itself) and mostly available on torrent portals; thanks to anonymous people that spent times to share it for free, and people that strive to maintain such portals non-profit such as The Pirate Bay (on the link: the movie about the pirate bay’s struggle against lawsuits from the giant riches…against piracy). Be grateful and help seeding when the torrent is lack of seeder and the stuff is good. And if you’re even capable of, support those kinds of portal too–financially would be the simplest way. For of course maintaining their servers need financial supports.
In a topic of getting desk/indoor-tasks done (involves, for me, writing/translating shit or drawing/painting) turning off phone and/or internet while doing it also might be a good idea. The internet could be so distracting (and it only made me keep on delaying things that I have to do, for no necessary reason) and fill up my head with too many information that are not even useful for me, mostly. Internet, phone and the feeling of ‘being connected and fairly informed’ is relatively good, and could be useful at times, for I do admit that there is a joy in staying in touch with friends from time to time. But I reckon I should give it only sometime of the day, not the entire day/week/month. Well, but it can always just me being easily distracted tho…
While in a topic of outdoor works and/or social times–why internet, and why audiobooks, right?
Fuck them both, enjoy the moment while it last! 🙂