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My lips aren't as red as snow white, but they can be.
I haven't lost my glass slipper, but you can take it.
I cannot hold my breath as long as Ariel, but you can show me.
I have a red hood, but the wolves are too fast for me.
I've kissed a frog but received no prince.
Slept in a bear's bed, but I didn't survive.
I've been down many rabbit-holes but never have I left with a clear mind.
I have had my share of lies, but my nose refuses to grow.
I've grown too old to dream of flying, Never gone to Neverland.
I have made my bed and slept, waiting for a prince that never came.
Spent hours with lions who never gave me wise advice.
Whispered to my toys, but they never whispered back.
I've rubbed the so called 'magical oil lamp' and haven't glimpsed a genie.
I've thrust myself into danger, hoping some hero would come to my aid.
Turned my back on my family only to honor them, but failed.
Given up civilization to find my Tarzan.
And I've cried wolf more than I can count.
Climbed a hill, fell down but my crown was in in tact.
The London Bridge didn't fall when I walked it's length.
I've filled my pockets to the brim with Posies and burnt them to ashes.
I've met my beast.
It has claws and sharp teeth.
It's not a happy ending.
I haven't lost my glass slipper, but you can take it.
I cannot hold my breath as long as Ariel, but you can show me.
I have a red hood, but the wolves are too fast for me.
I've kissed a frog but received no prince.
Slept in a bear's bed, but I didn't survive.
I've been down many rabbit-holes but never have I left with a clear mind.
I have had my share of lies, but my nose refuses to grow.
I've grown too old to dream of flying, Never gone to Neverland.
I have made my bed and slept, waiting for a prince that never came.
Spent hours with lions who never gave me wise advice.
Whispered to my toys, but they never whispered back.
I've rubbed the so called 'magical oil lamp' and haven't glimpsed a genie.
I've thrust myself into danger, hoping some hero would come to my aid.
Turned my back on my family only to honor them, but failed.
Given up civilization to find my Tarzan.
And I've cried wolf more than I can count.
Climbed a hill, fell down but my crown was in in tact.
The London Bridge didn't fall when I walked it's length.
I've filled my pockets to the brim with Posies and burnt them to ashes.
I've met my beast.
It has claws and sharp teeth.
It's not a happy ending.
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The shortest horror story ever.
"I found your deviantART page." My mother said.
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Dead Girls
Peel back your skin.
See! Now you look a lot skinnier.
But remember, dead girls are prettier.
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Insanity of the Blade
I stand in front of my own mirror, looking at the human being watching me as closely as I watched her. I could see the blade she held in her right hand, long and sharp and silver, dabbed in red strokes of blood, as the girl twirled it between her fingers carefully, mirroring my own movements. I smiled at the girl and she smiled right back. We had met before, many times, and she was always committing the same actions as I was. That brought me comfort, to know I wasn't alone in this battle for skin and sanity.
I watched as the girl moved her blade up and, with a swift stroke, opened up a long, not too deep slice on her arm. I glanced down at m
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Lovely! I enjoyed reading this.