Yuki-no-Mitsukai

Well, if you really want to know the story of Snow White's lousy life, I'll tell you. It's not like I want to or anything, it's just that I have nothing better to do; sitting here in the goddam stinking hotel room and smoking a pack of cigarettes. I probably should begin with "Once upon a time," but it sounds phony. I hate how all fairytales start with that one damn crappy sentence. The story begins with this one queen who was as beautiful as hell and she was married to this king and they were happy and blah blah blah and all that other crap. One day, the queen sat sewing at her window with black frames and she pricked herself and her blood

A bright sparkle in the distance; A star is created. Another sparkle… Another star. It shines brightly. Its radiance catches your eye. Its power washes over you. You cannot resist it. You look up at the dark sky. The stars are there to guide you. A chorus of twinkles, There is a smile on your face. A star begins to fade. Its glow is almost gone; It cannot survive: it dies. Your smile has disappeared. Soon, another star appears. It is different from the others. The glow is stronger, brighter. Full of power. You kneel in front of a board. A stone held delicately in your fingers, You place it on the wooden

You watch the raven in the sky It wears its black coat proudly as it flies by. With feathers as dark as the night, It makes people shake and quiver with fright. You hold one of its feathers in your hand. It's powerful but does what you command. You press the sharp edge against your wrist, The world becomes hazy; you cannot resist. Soon you feel as if you were floating above the grass. You watch yourself shatter, as though you were glass. Your body falls onto the ground; As it hits, it barely makes a sound. A smile blossoms on your face As you witness your fall from grace. You realize you are free To be who you wante

The world was dark, filled with a color that is pure black. There was not much light, only the luminosity of the bright metallic buildings that stood like a beacon of light in the darkness. The streets were empty, no one was in sight. The only sign of life was the howl of the wind and the shadows moving behind the closed curtains of the windows in the buildings. Pale shimmers of light shone through the covered windows, highlighting random parts of the street. In the corner of the street, there was a vacant lot that no one ever visited. It was dark but unlike the other areas, it was not lit by the faint light of the many buildings. The path t