The woods are shrouded in a white winter mist. Snow falls from the sombre sky, trees twist and creak in the icy wind. There is someone lying in the woods. A girl.
Her skin is as white as the snow around her, and yet it is a sickly pallor. Her mouth, once as red as blood, is now pale and lifeless. Her hair, as black as ebony, is unkempt and lies straggled on her shoulders. Her figure is delicately cracked in place, as if she were porcelain. Yet the cracks are tinted with faint blue hues – the tell-traces of cyanide.
She had always been so lively – scampering and exploring the woodlands which had become her home. Her eyes had shone with bright delight whenever she found a new fruit, flower or animal. Everything she encountered seemed to befriend her. She was the darling Snow White; her pure white skin, her vibrant red lips, her glossy black hair made her perfect.
She was irresistible.
She was envied.
The girl was exploring in the woods, when the Queen – the Hag – crept up to her, offered up the cursed fruit. She had seen the young girl’s beauty, and was overcome with jealousy.
“An apple darling?” she rasped, outstretching a withered hand.
The girl should have run – she might have been spared. Yet alas, she was blind to the Hag’s wicked ways.
“For me?” she cried, her innocent eyes, widening in surprise.
“For you,” replied the Witch, in her feigned, scratchy voice.
The girl gazed at the fruit: its red flesh looked positively divine. “It’s to die for.” the old woman chuckled. Like Eve, the girl was tempted. Like Eve, she couldn’t stay strong. She gave in, took a bite, and fell. Her body collapsed upon the freezing snow, her limbs spread-eagled, her mouth parted slightly in shock. The Hag vanished – victorious.
There was no-one to save her; the pulse slowed in her wrist. The girl’s heart stopped beating in the white winter mist.
Thank you for reading my short story, White Winter Mist! I wrote it as an entry in my college’s short story competition, and it won 1st prize.
The brief was ‘Inspired by a Fairytale’, and I chose to write a Snow White inspired tale, and I was also influenced by Angela Carter’s collection of Gothic short stories, The Bloody Chamber. I really enjoyed writing this short story and wanted to share it with more eager readers.