The Queens Visit

The author writes, “He pushed the lever up and the door slid its quick barrier between them, enclosing her in the black and utter darkness for her last

Everyone knows that when the queen discovers that Snow White’s beauty is greater than hers, she asks the huntsman to kill her. Finally, we all know that the dwarves take care of her until her death, at which point the prince comes to the rescue and awakens her with a kiss. These are all elements of the story that we come to expect when we hear the name Snow White.

She shares her terrifying story in solitary confinement, in hopes of making an impact on this topic. First, she talked about how getting away from the shouts and chaos of the general inmate population was a relief, for about the first 20 minutes. Then she realized she was completely alone for the next month, which left her uneasy. She mentioned how guards were treating her so poorly, that by the time she was let out, she emerged with fear. The guards thought it was funny to chuck her food tray, causing some to spill, giving her less food.

Claudia stood at the bottom of the staircase, waiting. She watched as the woman brushed past her, leaving a cold chill in her wake. She followed the woman as she ascended the staircase, her gate heavy. She led Claudia to the top platform, before disappearing down the hallway.

Her feet padded by the thick rug running through the middle of the hall she came upon a door. Giving a quick turn of the head she was satisfied that no one was following her and no one appeared to be inside. Rolling through and lifting herself into a crouch she surveyed the surroundings. A large room with four entrances, completely empty apart from

The ominous creaks of the weathered wooden floorboards reverberated in her ears. Visions of the tribulations of her past consumed Dora’s mind as she feebly maneuvered her way through the deep blue chamber of anguish. Her aging bones groaned in agony as she moved through the gas chambers, driven by the possibility of a prosperous life awaiting her. With benevolence pulsing through her heart, Dora progressed, knowing the arduous journey from redemption was coming to an end.

At the end of the hall was a few creaky iron stairs. He wasn't surprised. He began walking upward and soon found himself in something much more complicated than a bunker.

She looked in and saw a young woman curled up in a ball. She was as far away from the cage door as she could and she was visibly shaken.

She searched for a turn but the walls remained smooth and unbroken. Wind whipped through her hair, turning her around to make her see an entrance that she swore wasn’t there before.

Morgana sat on the cot, her head buried in her hands, wild hair spilling down her arms. She raised her head at his final approach on the other side of her cell bars with a group of faces known and unknown to her. Bloodshot eyes, haunted and confused, met his before the moment passed and the coldness returned upon recognition. She pulled herself to her feet with as much grace as her weakness would allow, slightly swaying in the balancing of her stance.

“Why not call in the National Guard too? I told you we should have taken her back for further questioning. And you know what the boss is going to say.”

Using her arms to shield her breasts, Vanessa made her way back towards the entrance (her only exit), nervously contemplating her next move. Before making further progress, with great dismay, the door began to swing open — people were coming!

But suddenly… Suddenly someone opened the door on top of the ladder and jumped in to the room.

He rubs his nose with his thumb and breathes in hardly to clear his nose. He walks down the white wall corridor that was made brighter due to the lights that stretched the length of the corridor.The hallway was quiet enough that his black Oxfords echoed with every step he took. At the end of the corridor there is a pair of sliding doors with a surveillance camera that guarded the door like a red-eyed Cyclops. As he approached the door the camera acknowledged his presence and requested a password for entry.

And then she saw a faint slither of light under the door. Well, since she couldn’t go back to sleep, she kicked off the covers and crept across the floor. The hinges didn't squeak, and soon she was on the landing. First, she looked to the left, and then to the right, poised to retreat back inside the room if someone came along. Merging with the shadows as much as she could, she made her first tentative steps towards the stairs. Then, down and down she went.