~Miss Alice~
here is a very short story i wrote. heavily lolita inspired.its kinda morbid if i do say so my self xD and here is the dress the main character wears:
enjoy ^.^
The warm yellow sunlight flowed in through the lace curtains, brightening the room. It fell upon a large bed in the center of the room, full of soft pillows and silky sheets topped with a beautifully embroidered canopy. The small figure lying there slowly opened her eyes and awoke from her peaceful slumber. She rose from her bed and walked across the room to her illustrious wardrobe. She carefully surveyed all the beautiful clothes then selected her apparel.She carelessly dropped her nightgown to the floor and put on her bloomers. The petticoat followed, which had many layers of high quality tulle. She pulled her pale blue socks over her knees, careful not to harm the lace. She lifted the sky blue dress over her had and with great care slid her arms through the intricate arm sleeves.Without trouble at all, she tied the bows in the back of her dress. Over at her vanity she arranged the curls in her hair and fixed her bangs. She topped her head with a large bow and put on the necessary jewelry to complete her outfit. Before leaving her wardrobe, she gazed at herself through the mirror and adjusted her dress and bow. She walked over to the table in her suite. Already the servants had come and set the table. There lay a beautiful tea set with cherry blossom designs and gold lining and a platter of various cakes and tarts. She sat on her chair, the only chair, and served herself tea. Next to the tea pot she found a note addressed to her:
Dear Alice,
I am deeply sorry I will not be able to offer you my company today. Pressing business calls me out to the country were I may remain for the next day or so I hope you enjoy the gift I brought for you; I had the servants deliver it this morning. After your morning tea, you may check with my head servant for the list of activities. The air seems a bit begrimed, so you will stay inside today. Sincerely yours
Sure enough next to the table laid a large box. Alice opened it and found a large white teddy bear. She hugged it gently, the soft white fur rubbed against her cheeks. She looked up across the room and her eyes fell upon the large couch full of teddy bears of all colors and sizes. She looked down at her present and let it drop to the carpeted floor. There was a time when she loved her presents, her dresses, necklaces, tea sets, teddy bears, and dolls. Everyday he gave her more and more, filling the large suite of his mansion he had given to her. His kindness gradually turned rotten. She became his possession, nothing more to him then the porcelain dolls on the shelves. She was his doll, his trophy. The delicate lace cuffs around her wrists felt more like steel hand cuffs, bracing her to her chair. The ribbons on her dress felt more like restraints. Her dull eyes surveyed the room fit for a princess. He had poisoned her, destroyed her. The trinkets, the music boxes, and the teddy bears had eaten away at her soul and left only a sell of her former self. She longed to leave the room he had given her, to use the parasol he had given her to have tea in the gardens he had planted for her.
Freedom. Freedom is what she wanted. In this world he created for her, she had everything except freedom. She stoop up abundantly desperate to be released from her prison. Her dainty hands gripped the table. She wanted to overturn it, to break the china and spill the tea, but she couldn't bear to ruin the lace table cloth. A chill swept over her as she remembered the last time she ruined his fine lace. She walked to her bed kicking aside headdresses and bonnets, and eyed the ribbons atop the canopy. She imagined how great they would feel tightened around her neck as she would step off her bed into thin air, her feet dangling. How great it would feel to see the maid's horror as she breathed she would take her last breath. How great it would feel to know she had finally escaped his grasp.
She had won, and without ruining his fine lace either.