One Night Dream - C. Joyce (best summer reads TXT) 📗

In this dream I found a new saying of my own, "In dreams, you can still have a prince. No matter what."


~Mina Sparks (Snow) POV.~

I layed on my bed wanting to fall to deep slumber. Arianna made need clean the entire 'house' again. My back,arms, and legs are sore now. Acheing in pain, crying of my muscles wanting just to rest. Red marks left on my arms and legs from the sores. Eyes right now feel like they have weight on them, I fell alseep.

*Ding. Dong.* I heard from huge church bells. Wait...church bells? I open my red eyes to find me relaxing on the ground. While others walking around me not caring. How rude, they can't wake me up and ask if I'm alright. The weird part is they were wearing old fashioned clothes. As in the guys with tuxedos and top hats. With girl's wearing beautiful gowns found in ball's for a princess story. Where am I, is it a different year? I stared down at myself to seek me also wearing a white glorious princess gown. A blank moment I got run over a crowd of teenage girls in gowns. What's going on? Screams full of different voices coming from them all with an british scent. Yet almost the same as one and another.

"EECKK!! Hurry, Hurry, Hurry Elizabeth. Were going to be late for the annual ball."

"The prince. The handsome prince. I could be his princess."

"No! Me!"

"You poor girl, I prince shall pick me!"

"Why yes, sure the prince would- pick an donkey like you~"

"Stop your trap Harsah! I'm thy richest of all."

"Not you aren't! Even so, I'm thy fairest of them all. Encluding you."

They kept arguing, I knew none of them are that great. Yet all were concited with jelously. I fingure why not go to the so called ball?

Pretty true, I have stupid reasons of my own also.

Text: © Copyright 2012 C. Joyce
Publication Date: 01-10-2012

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