June 14th, 2009
About Me
~About Me~
Name : Erm......artgrl57?
Age : Ask and i'll tell you :)
Nationality : English! and part norwegian, actually.........
Appearance : Erm.....two eyes, a nose, a mouth.....how much more specific can you get? XD
Personality : Talk to me and find out :)
Random Facts : I believe in aliens and ghosts and all that supernatural stuff. I'm not religious. I like coffee more than tea. Erm.....i love cats. And i am a major yaoi fangirl!
Age : Ask and i'll tell you :)
Nationality : English! and part norwegian, actually.........
Appearance : Erm.....two eyes, a nose, a mouth.....how much more specific can you get? XD
Personality : Talk to me and find out :)
Random Facts : I believe in aliens and ghosts and all that supernatural stuff. I'm not religious. I like coffee more than tea. Erm.....i love cats. And i am a major yaoi fangirl!
Posted by artgrl57 | Jun 14, 2009 3:41 AM | 2 comments
May 13th, 2009
Horror Cinderella
Greetings, all :)
This is a story i wrote for my GCSE english coursework, it's a horror version of Cinderella. It's kinda gruesome at the end, sorry. And i know it's waaaaaaay over the top, but that's how it's supposed to be :) And btw, this isn't the final draft, i lost that one :(
And btw, i was listening to 'The Kill' by Thirty Seconds to Mars when i wrote it :)
Enjoy!!!!!!!!!
He stood over the cowering girl and smiled. How easy it was to end her, to stop her unimportant inanities with a simple rip of skin! He laughed derisively; he was perfectly at ease feeling the hot flow of blood only partially satiate his hunger, as she would not be the first tonight. He discarded her lifeless corpse with humour; she had never even had a flicker of a dream of an exodus. He recalled the moment with unmitigated clarity, how he had delicately called her name as she had hastened charily through the resplendently repulsive road. Every black surface was smothered with even blacker raindrops, reflecting this wonderfully miserable occasion back like a looking glass; he was in the perfect mood to slaughter.
“Elizabeth?” He set his face to the shockingly sadistic smile that halted heartbeats momentarily and then eventually ended them completely.
At the sound of his voice her whole body froze; she had been unable to hear his seemingly silent footsteps. He laughed softly to himself; these vacuous creatures were so easily unsettled!
“Come now, Elizabeth! Turn around so I can see your pretty face.” He had sensed her mouth-watering indecision with relish; it was far more fascinatingly enjoyable when they tried to escape. To his overwhelming delight she had imbecilely hurried down the unwelcoming road.
“Well, you have been naughty, haven’t you, my dear Elizabeth? Running away from me like that! Perhaps you shall be punished for your rudeness.” He darted down the road and easily caught up to her instantly. He could have blissfully killed her before she had had time to notice he was there, but he took great pleasure from watching his victims writhe in pain, so he had, taking no care, grabbed her by her fragile shoulders and forced her to look directly at him. Seeing her frightened expression, he had stared at her with unchained ferocity.
“Don’t you like me, Elizabeth?” She said nothing, petrified of what he was going to do to her. “No?” He grinned cruelly at her, “Well that is a shame! I’m afraid you are not going to like me at all after this. Still, some will be spared and some will not, it is just the way of nature!”
She hated him; she hated what he was and what he had done to her family. She knew she was going to die anyway, so she screamed at him, “I hope you and your vile family burn in hell, you horrible, monstrous fiend!”
He laughed joyfully. “Do not flatter me Elizabeth; it is not good for my ego.” And with that, he sunk his teeth into the delicious flesh of her neck.
He laughed again; reliving her gratifying annihilation was exceedingly pleasant.
*
She had had much more than her fill of pain already, but still each powerful blow hurt twice as much as the last.
“WHEN? WILL? YOU? LEARN?” screeched the vile harpy; with eyes so excruciatingly piercing they seemed to sear straight through to your soul. Cinderella still wept the tears she had wept for all of her seventeen bleak years. She had learnt to hear nothing, say nothing, and feel nothing. However, the latter was proving rather difficult at the time of present.
“Finished. For today, at least.” Two brisk staccato taps on the door interrupted her cutting voice. “Don’t just stand there! Let them in, you stupid girl!” Cinderella nodded dutifully, knowing better than to question her mistress’s cruel tone. She went to the heavily bolted oak door and opened it. As the two girls barged past her, she gazed longingly at the black castle on the hill, wondering, as she always did, who or what held residence there.
“Shut that door, idiot! You don’t know what is out there!” yelled the taller of the two girls who had come in. She had hair as black as night, and a heart to match. Her eyes were that of her mother, unbearably piercing and burnt with a fierce luminosity. This was Eloise, the older of the two girls, and daughter to the malicious woman now observing the girls with a motherly gaze.
“Mother, you will never guess what has happened!” Roberta, the other girl, exclaimed, her face with of dread. She had golden hair crowning her perfectly shaped face, her features conventionally beautiful in every way. Despite her striking appearance, she, like her sister and mother, had painfully piercing eyes blazing with unrestrained brutality. “Eloise and I were walking through the town centre and the royal messenger came out! He announced that his royal highness is having a grand ball seven days from now to select his first blood as an adult!” Roberta explained with terror. Cinderella was confused, as she did not know the secrets of the royal courts. She did not know that this meant that, as she was Roberta and Eloise’s stepsister, and her father was of the royal court, she should attend, and the consequences for not doing could be devastating. If only she knew what they were talking about!
Through the town, a sense of unease and dread slowly crept like an unwelcome demon, poking his ugly snout down every street, into every house and into everyone’s soul. The residents rarely ventured outside, unless they had overwhelming need for it. Curtains were shut and doors were locked. The maidens of each household spent the next week preparing. They sat at their expensive looking glasses, and wept silent tears for what might happen in a week. Their faces white as porcelain but not just with make-up were drawn and sorrowful as they picked out their best dress, and had their hair elegantly styled for the day they would die.
The day finally came for every maiden to attend the ball. Roberta and Eloise, twisted as they were, devised a cruel plan to trick Cinderella into believing the ball was a wonderfully spectacular event, and that the reason she wasn’t allowed to go was because she wasn’t pretty enough. This, of course, was highly untrue, and the reason she wasn’t going was because her father had forbidden it, saying that he would deal with the consequences when they came.
As the sisters departed for the ball, Roberta flashed a cruel smile to Cinderella on her way out of the door. Cinderella had been left out of things all her life, and this ball was just another event to add to the desolate misery of her shatteringly abysmal life. She ran into the garden and threw herself down onto the ground, feeling the crushing sorrow of her life painfully overwhelm her. She rolled onto her back, gazing up at the black sky. She saw a lone crow circling above her, his beady eyes a ferocious red and his glossy feathers darker than the pitch-black night. The bird suddenly dived out of the sky and landed next to her.
“What is wrong, my child?” crooned the crow, with a slight hint of malice in his voice.
“I am not pretty enough to go to the ball!” cried Cinderella; fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.
This startled the crow for he, having circled the town all his life, knew what the ‘ball’ really was. He realised that this girl must not know the secrets of the prince and his family. He spotted an opportunity to cause possible death, and sprang on it.
“Why of course you are pretty enough to go!” he shook his feathers until one fell out. “Wave that feather and you will be transformed into a beautiful girl worthy of the prince!” Cinderella did as he said, and in a flash like a flame she was wearing a beautiful blue silk dress. It was easily the prettiest thing she had ever seen. She had on two glass slippers clearer than the clearest lake. A beautiful white and gold coach, complete with four magnificent horses and footmen, appeared beside her. As she climbed in, she thanked the crow for his kindness.
“Think nothing of it, my dear! Just be home by midnight or you will lose your pretty clothes!” sang the crow, knowing entirely that she may not make it home tonight. The evil crow laughed cruelly to himself. The stupid girl!
When Cinderella entered the ballroom, she was easily the most beautiful woman there. Every girl in the room wore smiles, but you could see the cracks and flaws in every one. Behind each lipstick smile a sobbing female lay.
The prince immediately noticed the mysteriously beautiful girl as she entered. He strode over to her and swept her into his arms, towing her to the middle of the room. He smiled warmly at her, and she smiled timidly back.
“I do not think I have seen you before. And what a shame that is! To think I have been without your beautiful face for so long!” He appeared to be marvelling at her beauty, but he was in fact examining her blood, making guesses at how delicious she would taste. She looked absolutely mouth-wateringly delectable, but he mustn’t kill her now, he must wait till midnight.
Cinderella gazed at this beautiful man who wanted to dance with her. From the moment she had looked at his face, she knew she loved him. His features were without flaw, his smile remarkably trustworthy, and his eyes a deep blue.
They danced for hours and hours, never breaking each other’s gaze. The large clock eventually struck midnight, and Cinderella broke away from the prince.
“I’m sorry! I have to leave!” shrieked Cinderella as she ran down the marble stairs.
“After her!” yelled the prince, as he had just been planning on killing her. The castles guards ran after her just as she tripped on the bottom step, losing one of her glass slippers. She ran on, knowing she was about to transform back into a scullery maid. Just as she entered the woods, her beautiful dress transformed back into her ragged clothes and her coach disappeared. She trudged home, shoeless and heartbroken. How sad that she had had to leave the prince! He was easily the most beautifully charming man she had ever met.
The prince stormed to his fathers room, thoroughly annoyed that he had missed killing the girl with the most delicious aroma. He slammed the doors open violently and marched into the king’s room. The towering man stood over his ebony desk, pondering over a pool of blood that lay there. The young girl lay behind the desk, her skin paler than snow, her skin ripped to shreds. She was currently consumed by an unavoidable slumber that she would never awake from. The king, noticing his oldest son, glanced up with an evil grin on his face. “So son, enough beautiful girls to choose from tonight?” he laughed. The handsome prince glared at his father.
“Yes, there were. Actually, I had my eye set on a particular one, and then…she ran away!” he fumed, his hands balled into fists at his side. In one of his hands he held Cinderella’s glass slipper, almost breaking it in his forceful grasp. “As she was running down the staircase though, she tripped and lost a glass slipper.” He held out the shoe for his inspection.
The king surveyed the slipper with interest. He delicately took it off of his son, turning it round and round in his hands. He spoke slowly, formulated the plan as he said it. “If… we were to, lets say… look for this girl…we may find her. And, if that were to happen…I’m sure you would make sure she never moved again, let alone run away.” Thoroughly decided, he called through the door, “Bartholomew! Kindly come here a moment.”
A skeletal creature crawled into the room. It could hardly be called a man, though he possessed the components of one. His movements were of an arachnid, his limbs jutting out at odd angles, his sallow skin broken in places, revealing the vile being’s bones. “Yes, your highness?” The creature’s raspy voice had a malicious tone to it, adding to the overall revolting gruesomeness of the writhing being.
“I have a little job for you…” smiled the king, laughing to himself at the fascinatingly atrocious possible outcomes.
As the spider-like thing crawled through the streets, the prince followed in a carriage drawn by two of the most beautiful girls from the ball. Both girls were wearing nothing but rags, there shoulders pouring blood from where the ropes cut into them. “Run!” one of them screamed, her eyes filled with insanity. “Run! Save yourselves! Worse than the devil himself rides in this carriage!” The prince, who was, in fact, sitting inside the carriage, laughed. “Worse than the devil, eh?” he muttered “That’s a new one.”
They entered every house in the village, demanding to see every maiden who took up residence there. They forced the slipper onto the foot of each maiden, but it fitted none. As they got to the last house, the prince was furious that the girl had not revealed herself. He entered the house and, as he had done countless times previously, shouted, “I want every female of this household to declare themselves, and come to me!”
Roberta and Eloise thrust themselves towards the prince, sobbing. “Please! Don’t hurt us!” they cried, their tear streaked faces full of terror.
The prince grabbed the slipper from Bartholomew and ordered Eloise to sit in the chair by the barely lit fire. She obeyed, and as she sat down, the prince grasped her ankle in his fist and tried to force the slipper onto her foot. He grunted in irritation; her foot was too big for the shoe. He eyed a carving knife on the side. Seizing the knife, he brought it down heavily on Eloise’s foot as she screamed ear splittingly. The blood gushed from her mutilated foot, the bones protruding grossly, the veins hanging limply as Eloise shrieked and screamed at the pain. She could not stand it anymore, so she grabbed the carving knife and plunged it into her chest. It punctured straight through her fragile skin, through her rib cage, and into her heart. It pierced her easily, but the pain was even more intense than when she had lost her foot. As she breathed her last breaths, she realised that she had thought there was nothing worse than the pain of her foot, but she was wrong. This was worse. Much worse.
Roberta stared at her dead sister with anguish. The prince ordered her forward and made her sit as Eloise had. When the shoe fit her neither he pulled the knife from Eloise’s unmoving chest and cut off Roberta’s leg. The knife had easily cut through Eloise’s foot, but it had more trouble dealing with Roberta’s leg. The prince repeatedly slashed her leg, but it would not seem to pierce thoroughly, her leg attached by a stand of muscle tissue and skin to her hip. Roberta shrieked in pain, her leg grotesquely partially separated from her hip. She also could not stand the pain, and plunged the knife into her own chest. Unlike Eloise, she did not regret her suicide, and welcomed her demise.
“NO! NO! NO! How is this possible?! I have been to every house and have not found her!” shouted the prince.
Cinderella, who had been hiding behind the door, stepped forward. She was sure he wouldn’t hurt her; he loved her. He turned to look at her and recognized her immediately. She took the slipper from the floor and placed it on her foot, where it fitted perfectly. She pulled the other from underneath the fire where she had kept it and put that on too. The prince was too shocked to speak.
“I’m sorry I had to leave the other night. I really didn’t want to. I love you.” She said the words timidly, looking down at her feet as she spoke.
The prince stepped towards her, she did not flinch. He bent his face to hers and brushed his lips against hers. “I love you too, my beautiful one.” He truly meant it, because as he looked at her face, her ripped clothes, her coal covered skin, he had fallen in love with her. She was far more beautiful than he had ever seen her, her natural beauty radiantly clear, her blue eyes filled with requited love.
“Run away with me. We will start a new life somewhere far away, where none of my family can reach you.” He kissed her again; he loved her so much his heart might ferociously shatter with the power of it.
“Of course we will, my prince! I love to the ends of the earth.”
Roberta lay dying on the floor; she had heard every single declaration made. Filled with jealous hatred of the elated lovers, with her last ounce of strength she grabbed Cinderella’s ankle and pulled her over, causing Cinderella to fall straight into the embers of the fire behind.
“NO!” roared the prince, watching the woman he loved by consumed by the flames. The fire had welcomed fresh kindling with relish; it blazed fiercely with the help of Cinderella’s blistered skin. She shrieked in pain as the fire ate away at her skin, pulling layers of flesh off one by one. It burned away straight to the bone as if she were no more than wood. Her mangled skeleton lay amid the coals, scorched black with the heat.
“My… darling…” croaked the prince, utterly overwhelmed with the pain of losing the one he loved. Unable to go on, he pulled the carving knife out of Roberta’s chest, she was surely dead now. He held the knife up so it would catch the light of the fire, absurdly admiring the beauty of it. Nothing, he thought, compared to my one and only love. Crushed with excruciating pain at the thought of the deceased girl, he plunged the knife into his own chest, gasping slightly as the blade broke skin and muscle in one fluid movement.
“I LOVE YOU!” He fell to the ground next to the dead girls, and departed into the joyful abyss of death.
This is a story i wrote for my GCSE english coursework, it's a horror version of Cinderella. It's kinda gruesome at the end, sorry. And i know it's waaaaaaay over the top, but that's how it's supposed to be :) And btw, this isn't the final draft, i lost that one :(
And btw, i was listening to 'The Kill' by Thirty Seconds to Mars when i wrote it :)
Enjoy!!!!!!!!!
He stood over the cowering girl and smiled. How easy it was to end her, to stop her unimportant inanities with a simple rip of skin! He laughed derisively; he was perfectly at ease feeling the hot flow of blood only partially satiate his hunger, as she would not be the first tonight. He discarded her lifeless corpse with humour; she had never even had a flicker of a dream of an exodus. He recalled the moment with unmitigated clarity, how he had delicately called her name as she had hastened charily through the resplendently repulsive road. Every black surface was smothered with even blacker raindrops, reflecting this wonderfully miserable occasion back like a looking glass; he was in the perfect mood to slaughter.
“Elizabeth?” He set his face to the shockingly sadistic smile that halted heartbeats momentarily and then eventually ended them completely.
At the sound of his voice her whole body froze; she had been unable to hear his seemingly silent footsteps. He laughed softly to himself; these vacuous creatures were so easily unsettled!
“Come now, Elizabeth! Turn around so I can see your pretty face.” He had sensed her mouth-watering indecision with relish; it was far more fascinatingly enjoyable when they tried to escape. To his overwhelming delight she had imbecilely hurried down the unwelcoming road.
“Well, you have been naughty, haven’t you, my dear Elizabeth? Running away from me like that! Perhaps you shall be punished for your rudeness.” He darted down the road and easily caught up to her instantly. He could have blissfully killed her before she had had time to notice he was there, but he took great pleasure from watching his victims writhe in pain, so he had, taking no care, grabbed her by her fragile shoulders and forced her to look directly at him. Seeing her frightened expression, he had stared at her with unchained ferocity.
“Don’t you like me, Elizabeth?” She said nothing, petrified of what he was going to do to her. “No?” He grinned cruelly at her, “Well that is a shame! I’m afraid you are not going to like me at all after this. Still, some will be spared and some will not, it is just the way of nature!”
She hated him; she hated what he was and what he had done to her family. She knew she was going to die anyway, so she screamed at him, “I hope you and your vile family burn in hell, you horrible, monstrous fiend!”
He laughed joyfully. “Do not flatter me Elizabeth; it is not good for my ego.” And with that, he sunk his teeth into the delicious flesh of her neck.
He laughed again; reliving her gratifying annihilation was exceedingly pleasant.
*
She had had much more than her fill of pain already, but still each powerful blow hurt twice as much as the last.
“WHEN? WILL? YOU? LEARN?” screeched the vile harpy; with eyes so excruciatingly piercing they seemed to sear straight through to your soul. Cinderella still wept the tears she had wept for all of her seventeen bleak years. She had learnt to hear nothing, say nothing, and feel nothing. However, the latter was proving rather difficult at the time of present.
“Finished. For today, at least.” Two brisk staccato taps on the door interrupted her cutting voice. “Don’t just stand there! Let them in, you stupid girl!” Cinderella nodded dutifully, knowing better than to question her mistress’s cruel tone. She went to the heavily bolted oak door and opened it. As the two girls barged past her, she gazed longingly at the black castle on the hill, wondering, as she always did, who or what held residence there.
“Shut that door, idiot! You don’t know what is out there!” yelled the taller of the two girls who had come in. She had hair as black as night, and a heart to match. Her eyes were that of her mother, unbearably piercing and burnt with a fierce luminosity. This was Eloise, the older of the two girls, and daughter to the malicious woman now observing the girls with a motherly gaze.
“Mother, you will never guess what has happened!” Roberta, the other girl, exclaimed, her face with of dread. She had golden hair crowning her perfectly shaped face, her features conventionally beautiful in every way. Despite her striking appearance, she, like her sister and mother, had painfully piercing eyes blazing with unrestrained brutality. “Eloise and I were walking through the town centre and the royal messenger came out! He announced that his royal highness is having a grand ball seven days from now to select his first blood as an adult!” Roberta explained with terror. Cinderella was confused, as she did not know the secrets of the royal courts. She did not know that this meant that, as she was Roberta and Eloise’s stepsister, and her father was of the royal court, she should attend, and the consequences for not doing could be devastating. If only she knew what they were talking about!
Through the town, a sense of unease and dread slowly crept like an unwelcome demon, poking his ugly snout down every street, into every house and into everyone’s soul. The residents rarely ventured outside, unless they had overwhelming need for it. Curtains were shut and doors were locked. The maidens of each household spent the next week preparing. They sat at their expensive looking glasses, and wept silent tears for what might happen in a week. Their faces white as porcelain but not just with make-up were drawn and sorrowful as they picked out their best dress, and had their hair elegantly styled for the day they would die.
The day finally came for every maiden to attend the ball. Roberta and Eloise, twisted as they were, devised a cruel plan to trick Cinderella into believing the ball was a wonderfully spectacular event, and that the reason she wasn’t allowed to go was because she wasn’t pretty enough. This, of course, was highly untrue, and the reason she wasn’t going was because her father had forbidden it, saying that he would deal with the consequences when they came.
As the sisters departed for the ball, Roberta flashed a cruel smile to Cinderella on her way out of the door. Cinderella had been left out of things all her life, and this ball was just another event to add to the desolate misery of her shatteringly abysmal life. She ran into the garden and threw herself down onto the ground, feeling the crushing sorrow of her life painfully overwhelm her. She rolled onto her back, gazing up at the black sky. She saw a lone crow circling above her, his beady eyes a ferocious red and his glossy feathers darker than the pitch-black night. The bird suddenly dived out of the sky and landed next to her.
“What is wrong, my child?” crooned the crow, with a slight hint of malice in his voice.
“I am not pretty enough to go to the ball!” cried Cinderella; fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.
This startled the crow for he, having circled the town all his life, knew what the ‘ball’ really was. He realised that this girl must not know the secrets of the prince and his family. He spotted an opportunity to cause possible death, and sprang on it.
“Why of course you are pretty enough to go!” he shook his feathers until one fell out. “Wave that feather and you will be transformed into a beautiful girl worthy of the prince!” Cinderella did as he said, and in a flash like a flame she was wearing a beautiful blue silk dress. It was easily the prettiest thing she had ever seen. She had on two glass slippers clearer than the clearest lake. A beautiful white and gold coach, complete with four magnificent horses and footmen, appeared beside her. As she climbed in, she thanked the crow for his kindness.
“Think nothing of it, my dear! Just be home by midnight or you will lose your pretty clothes!” sang the crow, knowing entirely that she may not make it home tonight. The evil crow laughed cruelly to himself. The stupid girl!
When Cinderella entered the ballroom, she was easily the most beautiful woman there. Every girl in the room wore smiles, but you could see the cracks and flaws in every one. Behind each lipstick smile a sobbing female lay.
The prince immediately noticed the mysteriously beautiful girl as she entered. He strode over to her and swept her into his arms, towing her to the middle of the room. He smiled warmly at her, and she smiled timidly back.
“I do not think I have seen you before. And what a shame that is! To think I have been without your beautiful face for so long!” He appeared to be marvelling at her beauty, but he was in fact examining her blood, making guesses at how delicious she would taste. She looked absolutely mouth-wateringly delectable, but he mustn’t kill her now, he must wait till midnight.
Cinderella gazed at this beautiful man who wanted to dance with her. From the moment she had looked at his face, she knew she loved him. His features were without flaw, his smile remarkably trustworthy, and his eyes a deep blue.
They danced for hours and hours, never breaking each other’s gaze. The large clock eventually struck midnight, and Cinderella broke away from the prince.
“I’m sorry! I have to leave!” shrieked Cinderella as she ran down the marble stairs.
“After her!” yelled the prince, as he had just been planning on killing her. The castles guards ran after her just as she tripped on the bottom step, losing one of her glass slippers. She ran on, knowing she was about to transform back into a scullery maid. Just as she entered the woods, her beautiful dress transformed back into her ragged clothes and her coach disappeared. She trudged home, shoeless and heartbroken. How sad that she had had to leave the prince! He was easily the most beautifully charming man she had ever met.
The prince stormed to his fathers room, thoroughly annoyed that he had missed killing the girl with the most delicious aroma. He slammed the doors open violently and marched into the king’s room. The towering man stood over his ebony desk, pondering over a pool of blood that lay there. The young girl lay behind the desk, her skin paler than snow, her skin ripped to shreds. She was currently consumed by an unavoidable slumber that she would never awake from. The king, noticing his oldest son, glanced up with an evil grin on his face. “So son, enough beautiful girls to choose from tonight?” he laughed. The handsome prince glared at his father.
“Yes, there were. Actually, I had my eye set on a particular one, and then…she ran away!” he fumed, his hands balled into fists at his side. In one of his hands he held Cinderella’s glass slipper, almost breaking it in his forceful grasp. “As she was running down the staircase though, she tripped and lost a glass slipper.” He held out the shoe for his inspection.
The king surveyed the slipper with interest. He delicately took it off of his son, turning it round and round in his hands. He spoke slowly, formulated the plan as he said it. “If… we were to, lets say… look for this girl…we may find her. And, if that were to happen…I’m sure you would make sure she never moved again, let alone run away.” Thoroughly decided, he called through the door, “Bartholomew! Kindly come here a moment.”
A skeletal creature crawled into the room. It could hardly be called a man, though he possessed the components of one. His movements were of an arachnid, his limbs jutting out at odd angles, his sallow skin broken in places, revealing the vile being’s bones. “Yes, your highness?” The creature’s raspy voice had a malicious tone to it, adding to the overall revolting gruesomeness of the writhing being.
“I have a little job for you…” smiled the king, laughing to himself at the fascinatingly atrocious possible outcomes.
As the spider-like thing crawled through the streets, the prince followed in a carriage drawn by two of the most beautiful girls from the ball. Both girls were wearing nothing but rags, there shoulders pouring blood from where the ropes cut into them. “Run!” one of them screamed, her eyes filled with insanity. “Run! Save yourselves! Worse than the devil himself rides in this carriage!” The prince, who was, in fact, sitting inside the carriage, laughed. “Worse than the devil, eh?” he muttered “That’s a new one.”
They entered every house in the village, demanding to see every maiden who took up residence there. They forced the slipper onto the foot of each maiden, but it fitted none. As they got to the last house, the prince was furious that the girl had not revealed herself. He entered the house and, as he had done countless times previously, shouted, “I want every female of this household to declare themselves, and come to me!”
Roberta and Eloise thrust themselves towards the prince, sobbing. “Please! Don’t hurt us!” they cried, their tear streaked faces full of terror.
The prince grabbed the slipper from Bartholomew and ordered Eloise to sit in the chair by the barely lit fire. She obeyed, and as she sat down, the prince grasped her ankle in his fist and tried to force the slipper onto her foot. He grunted in irritation; her foot was too big for the shoe. He eyed a carving knife on the side. Seizing the knife, he brought it down heavily on Eloise’s foot as she screamed ear splittingly. The blood gushed from her mutilated foot, the bones protruding grossly, the veins hanging limply as Eloise shrieked and screamed at the pain. She could not stand it anymore, so she grabbed the carving knife and plunged it into her chest. It punctured straight through her fragile skin, through her rib cage, and into her heart. It pierced her easily, but the pain was even more intense than when she had lost her foot. As she breathed her last breaths, she realised that she had thought there was nothing worse than the pain of her foot, but she was wrong. This was worse. Much worse.
Roberta stared at her dead sister with anguish. The prince ordered her forward and made her sit as Eloise had. When the shoe fit her neither he pulled the knife from Eloise’s unmoving chest and cut off Roberta’s leg. The knife had easily cut through Eloise’s foot, but it had more trouble dealing with Roberta’s leg. The prince repeatedly slashed her leg, but it would not seem to pierce thoroughly, her leg attached by a stand of muscle tissue and skin to her hip. Roberta shrieked in pain, her leg grotesquely partially separated from her hip. She also could not stand the pain, and plunged the knife into her own chest. Unlike Eloise, she did not regret her suicide, and welcomed her demise.
“NO! NO! NO! How is this possible?! I have been to every house and have not found her!” shouted the prince.
Cinderella, who had been hiding behind the door, stepped forward. She was sure he wouldn’t hurt her; he loved her. He turned to look at her and recognized her immediately. She took the slipper from the floor and placed it on her foot, where it fitted perfectly. She pulled the other from underneath the fire where she had kept it and put that on too. The prince was too shocked to speak.
“I’m sorry I had to leave the other night. I really didn’t want to. I love you.” She said the words timidly, looking down at her feet as she spoke.
The prince stepped towards her, she did not flinch. He bent his face to hers and brushed his lips against hers. “I love you too, my beautiful one.” He truly meant it, because as he looked at her face, her ripped clothes, her coal covered skin, he had fallen in love with her. She was far more beautiful than he had ever seen her, her natural beauty radiantly clear, her blue eyes filled with requited love.
“Run away with me. We will start a new life somewhere far away, where none of my family can reach you.” He kissed her again; he loved her so much his heart might ferociously shatter with the power of it.
“Of course we will, my prince! I love to the ends of the earth.”
Roberta lay dying on the floor; she had heard every single declaration made. Filled with jealous hatred of the elated lovers, with her last ounce of strength she grabbed Cinderella’s ankle and pulled her over, causing Cinderella to fall straight into the embers of the fire behind.
“NO!” roared the prince, watching the woman he loved by consumed by the flames. The fire had welcomed fresh kindling with relish; it blazed fiercely with the help of Cinderella’s blistered skin. She shrieked in pain as the fire ate away at her skin, pulling layers of flesh off one by one. It burned away straight to the bone as if she were no more than wood. Her mangled skeleton lay amid the coals, scorched black with the heat.
“My… darling…” croaked the prince, utterly overwhelmed with the pain of losing the one he loved. Unable to go on, he pulled the carving knife out of Roberta’s chest, she was surely dead now. He held the knife up so it would catch the light of the fire, absurdly admiring the beauty of it. Nothing, he thought, compared to my one and only love. Crushed with excruciating pain at the thought of the deceased girl, he plunged the knife into his own chest, gasping slightly as the blade broke skin and muscle in one fluid movement.
“I LOVE YOU!” He fell to the ground next to the dead girls, and departed into the joyful abyss of death.
Posted by artgrl57 | May 13, 2009 5:46 AM | 0 comments
May 8th, 2009
Young
I heard this song only a few minutes ago, but i already love it and the lyrics are awesome so i thought it should be on here :) It's 'Young' by Hollywood Undead.
We are young
but we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don`t belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart
I see the children in the rain
Like the parade before the pain
I see the love I see the hate
I see this world that we can make
I see the life I see the sky
Give it all to see you fly
Yes we wave this flag of hatred
But you`re the ones who made it
Watch the beauty of all our lives
Passing right before my eyes
I hear the hate in all your words
All the words to make us hurt.
We get so sick we`re so sick
We never wanted all this
Medication for the kids with no reason to live.
So we march to the drums of the dammed as we come
Watch it burn in the sun
We are numb
We are young
but we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don`t belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart
As we walk among these shadows
In the streets these fields of battle
Take it up we wear the mantle
Raise your hands with burning candles
Hear us whisper in the dark
In the rain you see the spark
Feel the beating of our hearts
Fleeting hope as we depart
All together walk alone
Against all we've ever known
All we've ever really wanted
Was a place to call our home
But you take all we are
The innocence of our hearts
Made to kneel before the altar as you tear us apart
So we march to the drums of the damned as we come
Watch it burn in the sun
We are numb
We are young
but we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don`t belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We will fight (we will fight)
Or we will fall (we will fall)
Till the angels save us all
We will fight (we will fight)
Or we will fall (we will fall)
Till the angels save us all
We will fight (we will fight)
Or we will fall (we will fall)
Till the angels save us all
We will fight (we will fight)
Or we will fall (we will fall)
Till the angels save us all
We are young
but we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don`t belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are young
but we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don`t belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are young
but we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don`t belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart
I see the children in the rain
Like the parade before the pain
I see the love I see the hate
I see this world that we can make
I see the life I see the sky
Give it all to see you fly
Yes we wave this flag of hatred
But you`re the ones who made it
Watch the beauty of all our lives
Passing right before my eyes
I hear the hate in all your words
All the words to make us hurt.
We get so sick we`re so sick
We never wanted all this
Medication for the kids with no reason to live.
So we march to the drums of the dammed as we come
Watch it burn in the sun
We are numb
We are young
but we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don`t belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart
As we walk among these shadows
In the streets these fields of battle
Take it up we wear the mantle
Raise your hands with burning candles
Hear us whisper in the dark
In the rain you see the spark
Feel the beating of our hearts
Fleeting hope as we depart
All together walk alone
Against all we've ever known
All we've ever really wanted
Was a place to call our home
But you take all we are
The innocence of our hearts
Made to kneel before the altar as you tear us apart
So we march to the drums of the damned as we come
Watch it burn in the sun
We are numb
We are young
but we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don`t belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We will fight (we will fight)
Or we will fall (we will fall)
Till the angels save us all
We will fight (we will fight)
Or we will fall (we will fall)
Till the angels save us all
We will fight (we will fight)
Or we will fall (we will fall)
Till the angels save us all
We will fight (we will fight)
Or we will fall (we will fall)
Till the angels save us all
We are young
but we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don`t belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are young
but we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don`t belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart
Posted by artgrl57 | May 8, 2009 11:50 AM | 0 comments
May 7th, 2009
Welcome To The Black Parade
Now i know a lot of people don't like MCR, okay? I am aware that people have different opinions, so please don't send thousands of mean comments to me.
Okay, I love this song to pieces, this is the only song that has ever made me cry. The message is so amazing, it's just so epic.
When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up,
would you be the savior of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?"
He said "Will you defeat them,
your demons, and all the non-believers,
the plans that they have made?"
"Because one day I'll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join The Black Parade."
When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up,
would you be the savior of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.
And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
And when you're gone we want you all to know.
We'll carry on,
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it.
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back
Let's shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call
To carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches
On and on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause I could not care at all
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
I won't explain or say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer for all the broken
Listen here, because it's who we are
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who had to sing this song
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
I! don't! care!
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on)
Do or die, you'll never make me (We'll carry on)
Because the world will never take my heart (We'll carry on)
Go and try, you'll never break me (We'll carry)
We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on)
Okay, I love this song to pieces, this is the only song that has ever made me cry. The message is so amazing, it's just so epic.
When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up,
would you be the savior of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?"
He said "Will you defeat them,
your demons, and all the non-believers,
the plans that they have made?"
"Because one day I'll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join The Black Parade."
When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up,
would you be the savior of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.
And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
And when you're gone we want you all to know.
We'll carry on,
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it.
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back
Let's shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call
To carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches
On and on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause I could not care at all
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
I won't explain or say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer for all the broken
Listen here, because it's who we are
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who had to sing this song
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
I! don't! care!
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on)
Do or die, you'll never make me (We'll carry on)
Because the world will never take my heart (We'll carry on)
Go and try, you'll never break me (We'll carry)
We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on)
Posted by artgrl57 | May 7, 2009 1:03 PM | 5 comments
Snowflakes
This is such an epic song, i thought it should be on here. It's 'Snowflakes' by Just Jack.
Sometimes it feels like I'm looking through a pane of glass,
I can see your mouth move but can't hear the words (x2)
Ice
I'm moving your mental feet
In complex dances and jigs
I loosen up your consciousness
Like a cyrical fix
It's time to emerge from camouflage, leaves, and twigs.
Time to throw away the fake noses and fright wigs.
Time to face the music, no more metaphors,
Time to decide your fate will you be cooked or go raw?
Will you be rare and bloody with your soul exposed?
Or well done-a charcoal surface with your insides froze?
And do you feel fear as you hear another door close?
Or will you just turn away and flow where the wind blows?
And are you still satisfied with the pathways you chose?
Or would you like to go back and rewrite the old prose?
Do you count the flakes when it snows?
And can you feel the heat or only the afterglow?
Do you count the flakes when it snows, yeah?
And do you count the leaves when they fall?
And can you feel anything at all?
Do you count the leaves when they fall, yeah?
And does your life sometimes feel like one big fake orgasm?
A gut reaction, instinctive spasm,
in the chasm.
And do your problems metamorphose into rubix cubes, keep twisting and turning becoming more confused?
And do you sometimes feel like you've been used and abused?
You're not visibly black and blue, but on the inside bruised.
And does your love life leave you feeling kind of amused?
You've played all the games and you're no longer amused, ha ha!
Do you count the flakes when it snows?
And can you feel the heat or only the afterglow?
Do you count the flakes when it snows, yeah?
And do you count the leaves when they fall?
And can you feel anything at all?
Do you count the leaves when they fall, yeah?
Sometimes it feels like I'm looking through pane of glass,
I can see your mouth move but can't hear the words. (x8)
(x2)
Do you count the flakes when it snows?
And can you feel the heat or only the afterglow?
Do you count the flakes when it snows, yeah?
And do you count the leaves when they fall?
And can you feel anything at all?
Do you count the leaves when they fall?
Sometimes it feels like I'm looking through pane of glass,
I can see your mouth move but can't hear the words. (x8)
Please watch the video, it's so powerful, I love it.
Sometimes it feels like I'm looking through a pane of glass,
I can see your mouth move but can't hear the words (x2)
Ice
I'm moving your mental feet
In complex dances and jigs
I loosen up your consciousness
Like a cyrical fix
It's time to emerge from camouflage, leaves, and twigs.
Time to throw away the fake noses and fright wigs.
Time to face the music, no more metaphors,
Time to decide your fate will you be cooked or go raw?
Will you be rare and bloody with your soul exposed?
Or well done-a charcoal surface with your insides froze?
And do you feel fear as you hear another door close?
Or will you just turn away and flow where the wind blows?
And are you still satisfied with the pathways you chose?
Or would you like to go back and rewrite the old prose?
Do you count the flakes when it snows?
And can you feel the heat or only the afterglow?
Do you count the flakes when it snows, yeah?
And do you count the leaves when they fall?
And can you feel anything at all?
Do you count the leaves when they fall, yeah?
And does your life sometimes feel like one big fake orgasm?
A gut reaction, instinctive spasm,
in the chasm.
And do your problems metamorphose into rubix cubes, keep twisting and turning becoming more confused?
And do you sometimes feel like you've been used and abused?
You're not visibly black and blue, but on the inside bruised.
And does your love life leave you feeling kind of amused?
You've played all the games and you're no longer amused, ha ha!
Do you count the flakes when it snows?
And can you feel the heat or only the afterglow?
Do you count the flakes when it snows, yeah?
And do you count the leaves when they fall?
And can you feel anything at all?
Do you count the leaves when they fall, yeah?
Sometimes it feels like I'm looking through pane of glass,
I can see your mouth move but can't hear the words. (x8)
(x2)
Do you count the flakes when it snows?
And can you feel the heat or only the afterglow?
Do you count the flakes when it snows, yeah?
And do you count the leaves when they fall?
And can you feel anything at all?
Do you count the leaves when they fall?
Sometimes it feels like I'm looking through pane of glass,
I can see your mouth move but can't hear the words. (x8)
Please watch the video, it's so powerful, I love it.
Posted by artgrl57 | May 7, 2009 12:11 PM | 0 comments
Last Summer
Hey again people :)
This is another one of my favourite songs, 'Last Summer' by Lostprophets. The lyrics are great. I love it!
The Friday sun bears down again
As we drive without friends
And on these longest days we spend
All the time trying to pretend
That our stories could be true
Our chance to be cool
The setting down says the day is through
If only we knew...
And we all sit around here in our home town
Listen to the waves as they all crash down
And watch the fire as it slowly burns away
Glowing embers lie across the sky
Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer
The world passes by in my summer, our last summer
The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other
Alive to watch it all, the view from our last summer
The view from our last summer...
We trace the sun across the sky
And we laugh till we cry
Always so hard to say goodbye (good bye)
And we all sit round here in our home town
It's so good like this, these are times we'll miss
The memories, I hope they'll never fade
Glowing embers lie across the sky
Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer
The world passes by in my summer, our last summer
The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other
Alive to watch it all, the view through our last summer
The view from our last summer...
I would stop time to stay with you
I would stop time so we don't move
I would stop time
I would stop time
I would stop time to keep you
Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer
The world passes by in my summer, our last summer
The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other
Alive to watch it all, the view from our last summer
This is another one of my favourite songs, 'Last Summer' by Lostprophets. The lyrics are great. I love it!
The Friday sun bears down again
As we drive without friends
And on these longest days we spend
All the time trying to pretend
That our stories could be true
Our chance to be cool
The setting down says the day is through
If only we knew...
And we all sit around here in our home town
Listen to the waves as they all crash down
And watch the fire as it slowly burns away
Glowing embers lie across the sky
Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer
The world passes by in my summer, our last summer
The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other
Alive to watch it all, the view from our last summer
The view from our last summer...
We trace the sun across the sky
And we laugh till we cry
Always so hard to say goodbye (good bye)
And we all sit round here in our home town
It's so good like this, these are times we'll miss
The memories, I hope they'll never fade
Glowing embers lie across the sky
Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer
The world passes by in my summer, our last summer
The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other
Alive to watch it all, the view through our last summer
The view from our last summer...
I would stop time to stay with you
I would stop time so we don't move
I would stop time
I would stop time
I would stop time to keep you
Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer
The world passes by in my summer, our last summer
The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other
Alive to watch it all, the view from our last summer
Posted by artgrl57 | May 7, 2009 3:19 AM | 1 comments