poetry – who said roses are red?

‘Shall we play cards?’ I asked the Red Queen. Red like her hair, Like the blood in my cheeks and the twist of her lips. ‘I prefer chess,’ She told me sweetly, ‘First move is yours, now, let the game start.’   I loved and was loved, and they called me Queen of Hearts. I [...]

short-story : red, white and silver

There were still stitches on her chest, black thorns twisting over her heart. She ran a finger over the crude threads as she looked at the thin, snowy dress waiting for her and hoped that the stitches wouldn’t show beneath it. Bring me her heart, her stepmother had said. And so they had. Whatever beat [...]