Today on Drabble
Wednesday we venture far into the deep, dark woods, among the horrors and the
primal fears…
Welcome, Dearie
Welcome dearie, to my
humble cottage in the woods. It’s not much, I’m sure you consider it very
meager. But I’m a poor old woman, with no coffers of gold. I have to make do
with odd jobs.
Like the one your wife
gave me.
You shouldn’t have
cheated on her, you know.
But don’t you worry,
I’ll try to make the killing painless. Take comfort in the fact your meat and
bones will fill my larder and belly for some time. I won’t waste a thing.
So what will it be, oh
Prince?
The carving knife or
the cleaver?
~*~
Cursed
It is dark in Onyx
Woods.
The sun never creeps
within its shadows, and it never knows light. The wind blows cold, and whispers
horrors to gloom. The trees sway and moan, and sometimes scream in pain. The
damp, loamy earth smells of perpetual blood.
It is dark in Onyx
Woods.
Not a living creature
skitters through that forest, though shapes move like grey mist. No birds sing,
no mice scurry, but things move within its depths. Things shift and shriek and shudder.
Stay away from Onyx Woods
The ghosts of the dead
linger there.
The ghosts of the
damned.
~*~
Princess
Such a damsel I distress am I.
Lost in the woods.
I’m so frightened.
Oh, someone come and save me!
I can’t believe that
lame prince bought my act. All I had to do was bat my eyes, tell a sob story,
and pretend to faint. The gullible fool whisked me to his castle, and after
some weeks of feigned simpering asked me to marry him.
Of course, I said yes.
Once we’re wed I’ll
poison his wine to ensure I get my hands on his riches.
And it sure beats
being hunted through those woods for murdering my step-mother.
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