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After waking up with a kiss from Prince William, we had a big wedding. It was really luxurious: the magnificent halls, the elaborate dresses, the dazzling jewelry, the colorful red carpet. There were bottles of wine, and the faces of the nobles were beaming with joy. I've heard it said there hasn't been a more extravagant wedding in the whole history of fairytale Land. At that time, I thought I was the happiest princess in the world. * One of the things THAT I will never forget about my wedding was that my stepmother and my father were there to wish William and I together. Everything was going well, but as William and I said our vows and the wedding was wrapping up, William suddenly took my stepmother into custody. Frankly, I didn't hate her the moment I was "killed" by apple poison. But she had raised me for years, and I still had feelings for her. Besides, the poison apple did not cause any substantial loss to me, and let me meet William, the love of my life. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. I just think it was meant to be. Therefore, I had no desire to take revenge on my stepmother. William, on the other hand, was a man of passion and hate. When he found out what had happened to me, he set out to avenge me. When we first fell in love, everything was sweet. I don't want trouble. I just want to live like this. But he insisted on speaking for me, and I did not hinder him too much, so I let him go. But God knows how my heart broke when I saw my stepmother forced to dance in red-hot iron boots -- I just wanted to scream! Fortunately, the princess's breeding restrained me, and I was able to stand there as coolly as I could, and keep my dignity. I just walked up to William and looked him in the eye. He gave me a sideways look, but I was frozen. His soulful eyes were filled with bloodthirsty joy. The guests all around seemed to be under a spell, and everyone was trembling with excitement. What looks like blood to me looks like a feast to them! In my heart I felt a fire burning into my throat, and for a moment I fainted. * I woke up a day later. My father sent word that the Queen was ill and dead. That's ridiculous! A torture in the eyes of the public, can turn into death. But what can I. what can I do now? Even under the guise of avenging me, was I not one of the murderers? I began to fall ill. * Humans are indeed a fickle species. It's only been two months since the wedding, and I'm over it. William dotes on me so much every day that I wonder if I was wrong about his bloody eyes that day. I imagined it all. Lie to myself or not, but I never think about that wedding again. I only hope it will have a feast. I'm out of the shadows. As the noble Snow White, my face so dazzling; As the king's only daughter, I inherit his kingdom; As prince William's wife, his tenderness is mine alone. I had beauty, rank, and love that rang through the land of fairy tales. No one is happier than I am. I'm supposed to be the happiest man on the continent. William and I had a wonderful life. Like every princess and prince, there was no quarrel, only sweetness. William's parents were also very kind to me and often asked me about my health. Even though I never had a little prince for William, no one ever blamed me. Apart from the fact that I get dizzy from time to time, which is a hangover from the wedding, everything is fine. I think: my whole life will be so happy and satisfied. * I've heard of many writers who, when they write about a prince and a princess falling in love, put an end to it. When I read these stories wh
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"Humans hate it a bit, but the food is really good," the goblin sighed as he ripped off the chocolate wrapper. "I wish I had this every day... Halloween?" Small demon mouth, as the demon world a famous PI, he disdain to remember the human festival and even the name of the human, unless... "Unless it's delicious," thought the demon, "like Spring Festival, Lantern Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, winter solstice, Thanksgiving, Christmas..." Small demon giggle two, conveniently throw wrapping paper aside, lift a foot kicked the door in front of: "don't give sugar, trick or treat!" The girl opened the door, looking dazed. The demon stretched out his hand: "sugar." "Ah, are you the new editor?" The girl blushed and fumbled, "Did you really come to the door to urge the manuscript? But I... Dear... The... Can we have two more days?" Her voice trailed off, and the last sentence sounded like a mosquito. "Please." "What nonsense, talking so much nonsense, I don't understand!" The genie frowned impatiently. "Give me as much as you can." The girl shrank her neck, went back to the house to take a small stack of manuscript, especially treasure to the small demon hands. The demon took over and turned over from head to tail: "Where is sugar?" The girl is submissive: "This is..." "Are you kidding me?" The demon put the manuscript into a group, just began to roar half, I saw the girl sobbing, tears fell to the front of the front. He panicked, wanted to come forward to comfort but due to the devil's face, had to stamp his feet, defeated and fled. The demon walked aimlessly, like a stone in the heart. He thought of the ball of paper still clutched in his hand and the way the girl had treasured it. He felt as if he had done something wrong. He stopped under the street lamp and unfolded the paper, struggling to read the small print. Ten minutes later, the small demon more depressed: "how did the princess die in this story?" That night, the little demon could not sleep, full of girls write stories. Early the next morning, he brought a box of chocolates and knocked on the girl's door. After that day, the little demon would go to the girl's house for food every holiday. For the first time in his life, as a devoted new reader of girls, he had memorized so many human words, but he still didn't understand why stories with happy endings should be called "sugar." Obviously, chocolate and peanut cakes are the ones that count. The girl is a mediocre writer, because of congenital heart disease, is not good at writing she can only choose to do such a job to support themselves. Be scolded by the editor is normal, the girl's father gambling, owe usury, she earn not much, but reluctantly help pay off the debt can also rent a house, away from home, and finally can escape the chase scolded by those debt collectors. But the family has more people to eat recently, the girl had to tighten waist to live. The girl does not know small demon is demon, but knew he is not editor, after all, no editor will be so fan her story, or... So good to her. At first, she thought there were too many holidays in the year, but later, she started counting the days on the calendar. The demon saw the girl's purse shy, once, threw down a bag of gold. The girl was scared, but every way to evade also ao xiaoxie, had to hide it at the bottom of the bed, but never spend a penny. Another Halloween, the girl prepares a bag of candy, opens the door, only to find the man from the collection agency. The bed is opened and the contents of the drawers are thrown everywhere. Finally, the man opens the iron box of gold. Terrified, he takes out his dagger and walks to the helpless girl standing beside his companion. There was a knock on the door and someone came in, smiling and saying, "Trick or treat." The man was stunned. Small demon also leng next. Then the man got the heaviest kick of his life. When the girl left the hospital, it was late at night, she was not badly hurt, only a slap on the face and some cuts on her face. Fast to the door, she saw the demon squatting there, is obviously waiting for her for a long time. "I didn't know this would happen... I thought this money would make you happier... Does it hurt?" The demon stood up and staggered incoherently. He tried to reach out his hand, but carefully retracted it. "I am..." "I don't care." The girl stared at the pupil of small demon seriously, the nose tip point went up the nose tip of small demon. Small demon mind a blank, he perceiving the touch on the lip, inexplicable left only an idea. "No wonder it's called sugar," thought the little demon, his face red. "Peanut crisp, chocolate, nothing like it." "It's fucking sweet."
By Takako Mcgee4 years ago in Fiction
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