Once Upon A Time

A wolf can be heard howling in the darkness, and the princess looks up. The moon is blood red, full in the sky. The air is chill, and her hands are clenching at the skirt of her snow white gown. Blood stains her wrists, the cuts there still bleeding. The cool night air is turning into the only thing she can think about. There’s a certain pain in her side, below her rib and she knows her dress is stained with a red sticky liquid there. She can hear her heart pounding like a drum. The forest is dark, filled with creatures unknown. Green trees tower of her, glaring down at her small frame judging her. Her breath is quickening, clearly visible in the night air. 

The wolf howls again, this time closer and the princess jumps, a small shriek emitted from her pale pink lips. Her feet are moving beneath her, clumsy and unused to running. The darkness is closing in on her. She runs, the shadows trailing behind her. Feet moving as fast as they can, she stumbles again and again over branches. The pain in her side is becoming uncontrollable. Crimson stains her dress. Her wrists ache, blood dripping down them. Her blonde hair whips behind her back as she runs, resisting the urge to scream. She can feel the fear growing in her throat, the adrenaline rushing through her veins. 

The princess can hear it. She knows it’s coming for her. She can feel it’s eyes watching her. She can feel her heart pounding, she feels that death is near. Rustling in the leaves, and she knows it’s chasing her. It’s coming. She runs, faster. Faster. Faster. Her legs are aching, her chest is burning. She feels as if she cannot continue, she knows she can’t stop. It howls again. It is no ordinary wolf. It pounces from the trees, knocking her down. She can’t breathe. She can’t see. All she can do is try not to scream. The wolf is panting. It’s green eyes staring into hers. They’re so human. She can feel her heart beating. She can’t feel anything but fear. It’s coursing through her veins, thick and sweet. 

The wolf goes in for her neck, teeth sinking in ripping at the flesh, and she screams. Warm, sticky sweet blood pouring from the gaping wound clotting in her hair. And her prince, finally came.

Author's Note

Tell me what you think?
It's pretty short but whatever...

Reviews

[Mathias Winters]

I wrote something like this just today, where the werewolf kills the girl protagonist in a short story. I can't believe what a coincidence that is... I can't tell if the princess dies at the end or not, but I'm assuming so. There's great description here. The sense of urgency is perfectly shown. There doesn't seem to be a point to this story though, it just seems like a quick blurb from a larger story.