Fables With Jess
She was Barbie. He was Ken. She stood there tall and straight, always smiling, always the same. Ken had a dark secret he hid from Barbie...
With skin as pale as snow and hair as black as a raven, her lips as red as a rose. It’s no wonder she froze...
little red was indeed dead, if you were to run into the abandoned forest at night, you might get a frightful sight...
Gather my followers and listen as I tell, for this a tale we all know well. A great beauty she held, although her father would never tell...
Alice tumbled down into underland, as the stories foretold. She was acquainted with a white rabbit, as indeed foreseen...
In the Atlantean city deep undersea, lived a beautiful maiden, fair as can be, A daughter of the trident with skin like ivory...
I woke up with a start to pressure on my chest. My lungs could not draw in air, and my body felt numb, paralysed somehow...
Let me take you on a journey of frightful delight, depending on whom you ask that is.
Cinderella, fair and kind. Locked away, wishing for a miracle. Legs bound by coarse rope, mice nibbled at her tiny feet...
Hansel pulled his brown cotton cardie back over his sister, Gretel, shoulders. It was a cold, damp night in the thick, dark forest and it had started to dribble...
Without a word all was gone, Not a taste nor a trace of our presence,
Rose reached the deck, It was full of people looking overboard and awaiting instruction that was sure to follow...
“Jazmin,” he said looking up at the woman he addressed. Draped lavishly in golden encrusted jewels and jade stones.
A mind that is on repeat, a mind of which cannot be silent, a mind that is never still. Is this the life I'm condemned to?