evil queen - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
"Mirror, mirror," called the evil Queen, "Who is the most beautiful in the land?" But the mirror never cared for the wrapping paper, as it were, only the gift inside. On seeing the rotten core of the queen, so putrid with odorous decay, it knew that any fair hearted one would outshine her even in the deepest forests. So it told her that she was the poisoned apple and the bitter cold snow too, that she needed to dilute her toxins until they were no more and let warm sunshine into her soul.
The village below appeared as many doll-houses from her closed and bolted windows. As a child she would hover her fingers before her eyes and pretend that she controlled their every move. They were dolls with no thoughts, no feelings or wishes, each only born to serve her. So if they had no use it was their purpose to die quietly and without screaming or speaking of their pains in words or art. So, to keep them on the hangman's tightrope they were born to walk until their inevitable fateful slip, she banned stories and songs. How much easier it was to handle them in their depressed state, so much more efficient.
There is something so very evil in the beige sort of uncaring of the queen. Her subjects are free to starve and drown in the filth of the streets, free to meet their end in some freezing field with cold steel run through their intestines, so long as she has her gowns and fine foods.
The evil queen commanded the grassy playing fields of the poor to become glass shards and sharp flints. The peasants must suffer for their leisure and then suffer during it, for then they will know to their core that they are captive and cease any chance of struggle. A dog gives up when utterly pinned by the neck, does it not? Her sharply pointed crown would slice the air as she laughed upon hearing their language change, their stories and songs retold to convince themselves that there was honour in their suffering rather than see their cowardice, their complete surrender to evil and to live as sickly minions who have lost the capacity to even dream or speak of real freedom.