wonderland
psychotic, vibrant
enticing, maddening, alluring
insanity, colorful, monotone, lonesome
boring, uninteresting, unamusing,
gloomy, unappealing,
realityAnd reality is what Alice Liddell was stuck in, unfortunately. For her fragile mind refused to defy the stale walls of reality, and transport her to the land she belonged in.
Instead, she was stuck in this dreary room. Just four thickly padded walls, without any color. A blank canvas. A canvas that Alice would love to stain with her crimson blood. But she couldn't.
She would merely have to wait to do so, when she was back at the palace. Her palace. Her home. Her little slice of Wonderland.
Wonderland was, in her mind, her birthright. Something she was always destined to be in, by some act of fate.
Not that she'd known this her whole life, of course. No, for the first fifteen years of her life, Alice had been a good little girl. Excelled in school (she was two grades ahead, even). Was the peak example of what an attentive daughter should be like. Never talked back, never strayed from the path her late parents had set for her.
She'd been her aunt Imogene's pride and joy. Imogene couldn't have children of her own; and even though she'd lost her sister, destiny seemed to have thrown a bone her way, by letting her be Alice's guardian. Things were perfectly fine with just the two of them, and that's the way she'd been content to leave it.
Until he came along. A tall, skyscraper of a man. Always towering over Alice, always just one step ahead of her. Curly locks of ginger adorning his sharp face. Bright, golden eyes. He was a strange-looking man, yes, but Alice was enamored by him.
If you were to ask Alice how they'd met, she wouldn't be able to tell you the truth. Because she, herself, didn't know it. She didn't know anything , not really, not anymore. Her perception of memories had been altered drastically since her outings in Wonderland barely remembered the difference between up and down.
What she did remember, though, is how he brought her to life. He, the one that the doctors insisted on calling her "manipulator," was the one to shock her into becoming the person she was meant to be. The savior. The one that would break Wonderland free from the clutches of the Red Queen and, by default, assume her rightful position as the Queen of Wonderland. And as she finally closed her eyes (more due to the heavy sedatives they insisted on keeping her subdued with), Alice fell through the rabbit hole once more.
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Alice In Reality.
Short StoryWhat if the Alice In Wonderland you know, isn't all it seems to be, after all? Embark on this short story, filled with details and twists, explaining the true, twisted reality of how Alice actually reaches Wonderland, and who the Mad Hatter really i...