The fog settles on the ground as the birds chirp, indicating the rise of day. The sun dimly lights up the woods. Every day the song of the dwarfs can be heard, echoing throughout the woods. Within the group of gruff, quiet voices, a beautiful soprano is heard. The ghostly dwarfs ascend from nothingness, led by gorgeous Snow Black. It has been years since the witch's servant put an axe to each of their vulnerable necks. However, they don't know they are dead and each day they roam the woods and repeatedly sing the old song of the dwarfs...
by Paula Jakima (17)
East Berkshire College, Windsor
Competition - Grim Tales
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