Untitled 1Biddy's hands trembled as she grasped the yellow flowers in her hands and tried to fold the delicate stems the way her ma showed her.
"This way Biddy." She could hear her ma's voice but couldn't see her ma's hands or her face. Had she forgotten her so soon?
Biddy stilled her hands against her knees and closed her eyes. She inhaled and found the breeze had a touch of a chill to it. The seasons were going to change soon and the thought brought a tear to Biddy's eye.
'Spring. Her favorite season was Spring.' Biddy thought and recollected when her and her ma would take a picnic in the fields. And out of those long and wild flowers, Biddy would watch her Ma as she would fold and weave the flowers into two beautiful crowns, one for Biddy and one for herself.
Then Biddy remembered when it was her seventh birthday. It was outside and her Ma had made a crown of her favorite flower, the Ox-eye Daisy, and pink ribbon for the celebration. When the rest of Biddy's friends saw the crown, they wanted
Thoughts Of An Evil QueenI turned the key to the dungeon. When the door creaked open, I shoved the rusty key back into my pocket and wiped my hands with a handkerchief. I can't stand getting dirt on my hands; it reminds me of when I worked and toiled on my father's farm since I could walk. When he died, I had nothing left to do but leave his farm to the elements and pursue what would make me truly happy.
'That little brat has never seen a day's work in her life.' I thought as I descended the dark staircase into the secret chamber I kept to myself.
I was twenty when the Queen had her precious babe. The perfect little cherub who had skin as white as snow, lips red as blood and hair black as ebony. I envied this child even then and I hadn't seen her yet. It was where my repulsive obsession began.
I knew I had to get myself closer to her and when the Queen died in childbirth, I made my move and married the grieving King. I had my riches but this girl had my youth! Not only was she beautiful and graceful but also p