The Other Side of the Story

The normal high school student, Raven, needs to analyse the famous fairy tale of Snow White. Thinking this as easy, she soon uncovers the truth about the perfect Snow White, and realizes it is much deeper, raw and tragic than the story we all know so "well".


17. Attempt


One bun and one apple. That was what Snow White had left in her basket, after her visit with the dwarfs. It was around noon and she had long a long way to go yet. Snowflakes got caught in her eyelashes, sat on her nose and landed in her hair.

At the castle, the Queen was waiting nervously but excited. She would finally find peace and equanimity, now that she knew her child was safe. Ravenna sat in her majestic chair, thinking about the future. The black leather was old and cracked it, so it was not very comfortable to be seated in. It had been the ruling Queen’s chair for centuries. It had small beads and emblems crafted into it which she played with as she thought.

 A future with no threats weighing her down. A future with no Snow White. She instantly felt guilt for thinking that. The Queen was having a hard time controlling her emotions. She loved her daughter with all of her heart, but she did not want to murder anyone. Murder. Instantly a cold sinking feeling sank into her stomach as all her mussels tightened. She grabbed her coat and ran out into the white oblivion.                                                                                     …

Snow White couldn’t feel her fingertips, toes or any part of her body. The snow had begun to fall slower, but she couldn’t seem to shake the coldness off. She kept thinking of the mushrooms. She was almost there.

When she saw the first Velvet Stem she almost jumped with excitement. Quickly she broke off the frozen stem, and placed it in her basket. Soon she found two more. Then three, four and one. After a while she had filled the basket, and the quota. Snow White exhaled in relief as she spun around and headed back.


The Queen made her way through the snow, step by step. She shivered as the cold flakes touched her skin. Gradually it stopped snowing, but the temperature became lower and lower until it was freezing. Nevertheless Ravenna stomped through the thick layer of snow, determined to save a life.

“Snow White! Snow White!” she called again and again. When she could nothing see, she trudged further into the forest. Finally the snow had come to an end so it was easier to examine. “Snow White.” She called exasperatedly. After an hour of searching Ravenna gave up, believing she had killed her own servant. She turned around, feeling sad and lonely, and started the journey back to the castle. With each step she felt like she was betraying herself, just leaving with no further notice.


Snow White was tired and cold as she walked. A growl sounded from her stomach and she realized how hungry she was. Gently she dug her hand through the basket until she found the object she desired. The apple. Before eating it, Snow White studied the perfect fruit. Red, shiny and delicious. She did not want to ruin such beauty, but her instincts took over.

Carefully she sunk her teeth deep into the apple.

- End of chapter eleven.

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