Short Story: White Winter Mist

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.

The girl grew weaker and weaker; the poison grew stronger and stronger. It surged through her veins, controlling her, overwhelming her. She could not move. The snow whirled, the winds howled furiously, as if to rouse her from her sleep – her nightmare. She could not sleep. She could not wake.

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.

– Judith

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12 thoughts on “Short Story: White Winter Mist

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    1. Thank you so much! Your comment really made me smile I’m glad you enjoy my work. It can be difficult to stay encouraged when you’re a fairly new blogger like me and have a small circle of followers. I really value your support – thanks again! 🙂

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  2. In a shocking twist we find out that Snow White was pregnant with septuplets at the time. The babies, all boys, were saved but grew up with a genetic defect which stunted their growth. The Queen decided to let them live, but only so she could send them to work down the coal mine. They each developed a personality flaw as a result of their poor upbringing and lack of a mother figure.

    The Queen, on the other hand, managed to snag a handsome Prince for her husband – one who likes looking in the mirror as much as she does. And they lived happily ever after … well, until he decided to trade her in for a younger model. But that’s another story 😉

    Great story, by the way. And congrats on the win. You should write some more. You’re good.

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