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Another Snow White


   Snow White sighs and rolls her eyes. "Do I really have to go?"

   Her evil Mother starts the car and takes a breath real slow. "You know that castle isn't big enough for both of us and so-"

   "And so I have to live with seven strangers I don't know!"

   "Well, that's not a very optimistic way to look at it, but yes."

   "You're right. I won't know until I give them a chance I guess."

   "That's very correct. Just try to relax. You're under a lot of stress."

   "All I can say is that their house had better not be a mess!"

   At that, her mother forced a smile that seemed to pause and say: Don't hold your breath. They're men. They live in their own way.

   Snow White scoffed and muttered: "That's great! Just great! What a wonderful place to stay!"

   By now they've reached the wood that Snow White has known since childhood. The leaves here grow thick upon the trees and there is no bird song upon the breeze. The sunshine is dim and overall the impression is quite grim. But minutes later, they round a bend and reach a house tucked in a glen.

   Snow White's jaw falls full drop as her mother brings the car to a stop. And her temper begins to flare as she gives her mother a poisonous stare. But the Queen doesn't flinch, nor move an inch, and instead, she simply replies: "You might as well give it a couple of tries."

   A reluctant Snow White walked to the door, but before she could knock she was hit by the shock that there was indeed no lock. She stood there in awe a moment or two until she decided she might as well go through. To the 'home' where her mother would shortly by leaving her. Alone.

   Both women walked in and the wicked mother stifled a grin, while the daughter of purity was shown how much her hosts lacked maturity.

   The kitchen was disgusting and the dirty silverware in the sink was rusting. Meanwhile, the table was tipped, the bathroom faucet dripped and the curtains in the living room were completely ripped.

   "Oh by the way," the Queen piped up, "these strangers with whom you are going to stay are actually your step-brothers who's father recently passed away. It is your duty as princess of the land to step up and offer a helping hand."

   Snow White turned to her mother in disbelief and opened her mouth to voice her own grief, but before she could say it her mother cut in: "Whatever happened to their father, whoever did this- what sin! And thank you for agreeing with me, my dear. I can see that you're speechless but have no fear. You and these boys will be perfectly alright here."

   Snow tried to speak out, but her mother stayed on route. "This is confusing, and trust me, I know. However, sadly, it is my time to go. Good bye and good luck." The Queen backed toward the door, "You're a smart girl. You'll be fine I'm sure."

   With that, the conniving queen fled toward the car and minutes later Snow White was watching her from afar.

   Seething with anger toward the so-called queen, Snow White decided she might as well clean. But as she was busy tidying things, she was startled by seven short boys dressed as kings. She shrieked with fright as they lined up by height and identified themselves by name. But it didn't help because to Snow White they all looked the same.

   A few days then passed and they flew by surprisingly fast, but sadly the peace wouldn't last.

   One day when Snow White was cooking dinner, a little king ran by, the one who was a grinner. His cape caught alight and sprinted around the room in his fright. The room filled with fire and as the situation turned dire, all the boys ran outside, but Snow White remained trapped inside. In the rising heat, she hid, thinking back on her life as a kid. As a princess, she'd dreamed of one day finding a prince, but she hadn't made many dreams since.

   While smoke began to fill the air and angry flames licked at her hair, Snow White whispered a little prayer: that maybe once she'd gone to Heaven she'd meet her prince there.

   It was then in that moment that Snow White's world went dark.

   But that wasn't it! This story has arc! A couple days later her brain felt a spark.

   She opened her eyes to see almost everyone she knew. Including her mother and her step-brothers too! Turns out Snow White had been stuck in a coma due to lack of oxygen and had been revived by a doctor named Ben. Now, Ben was kind and handsome and tall, and he made Snow White believe she'd found her prince after all.

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