But that's alright

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What really happened to Hansel and Gretel as they traversed through those woods.

Submitted: August 13, 2016

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But that's alright

The breadcrumbs are gone and we are lost, but that's alright. Shadows climb and claw the trees and the unknown howls, laughs and mocks us as we run blindly, but that's alright, we are together and free even if it is only for a few hours. We twist and turn and dance with the woods to the beat of our own breath. We go round and round in a seemingly endless cycle but then...we stop. A small fragile light pierces the darkness and gloom, a symbol that hope and refuge lays ahead. Suddenly our dance takes a drastic turn, the once slow, cautious movement turns into a chaotic frenzy of arms and legs. As we neared the light we were hit with the sweet aroma of freshly baked treats. The echoing gurgle escaping our bodies reminded us of the beast in our bellies named hunger. Huger is terrible it is never satisfied it claws at our insides constantly becoming our number one priority, overwhelming our reason.

We gasped. A house made of sweets blocked our path. Hunger once again made it's presence known. we rushed towards the house and crammed our faces full in an attempt to tame the beast. We kept going and going until the beast was full. Just then an ominous creak interrupted our feast, we turned to the source of the noise and stood there was an old decrepit woman, something about her though was aloof, maybe it was the way she leaned ever so slightly towards us, or maybe it was her too sweet smile but something about her made us want to run, but our feet were glued the spot, we didn't say anything as she came towards us, though instinct screamed at us to run, but we couldn't bring ourselves to move, it was as if our body was not our own. Never the less we smiled because we were alright.

She spoke to us softly, promised us happiness and refuge as she took us by the hand and lad us inside, blinded by gluttony we forgot all our worries as we ate the food of kings and danced the dance of jesters, and soon when we felt fatigue wash over us, like the rolling waves of the south, we slept in beds made for royalty. Soon one glorious night turned into three glorious months. The woods were now our home and the woman we call mother takes care of us everyday, witch or not we love her like any child should love a mother, she tells us story's of the children she found and raised as her own, that grew up and had to leave her. She told us not to believe the story's the town folk made up about witches because they're not true, that people are scared of they can't understand, we think that mother is very wise.

It had been a long day and we were returning home with gifts for mother, when we heard a voice, angelic and sweet and laced with poison, it was the voice of the true witch, the heartless woman who abandoned us, she comes towards us and we run, once again accepting the offer to dance with the woods. She throws things at us like rocks and dirt. The woods sense our distress and speed up the dance, guides us step by step, but we couldn't keep up. We fall. She gets closer. We're trapped. She gets closer. We struggle. She gets closer. We are not alright. 


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