"Off with her head! Off with it I say!" Yelled the Queen of Hearts. Strucken with panic I ran into the maze of red roses. A place no one dares to enter or they would find a misfortune worse then death. They would be in my postion, running from the queen and her army of cards. I had come by many weird things this day and I was at my last straw with it. First a white rabbit, drink me bottle, smoking caterpillar, mushrooms that change my size and singing flowers! I was beiging to think I was having some bad drug reaction, but I knew better then that. I knew I was lost down the bunny hole in my own little land. Nothing was what it seemed here.

" I see her men! Get her now and off with her head!" The King of spades yelled. I didn't have time to run, I was out-numbered. As one of the card men took me by the wrist and dragged me out of the maze to my doom. The queen walking up to a giant blood splattered guillotine all ready for my head to be placed on it. I gentle placed my head under the blade and glanced over the crowd of people. Hundreds here to see my death.
I took a deep breath and saw the giant blade swinging down and felt the cold breeze from its blade. In what felt like years my head was gone. One of the card men picked up my head and threw it into the maze never to be found. Like I said before, nothing here is what it seems. I can live with out my head in this strange place. I'm not sure how much time had gone by but a person tapped me on the shoulder grabbing me by the hand guiding me into the maze. I knew this was an attempt to find my head.

The maze was a horrid feeling place, worse when you can see it. Thorns everywhere, stones to walk on and the roses are dripping red, the red from the blood. The queen had a tast for blood and loved her roses to be dripping of it. Never should it drip so much as to be white again though.
This being the reason she kills so many a day, to quench her thirst of blood. I felt the grip of the person on my hand getting tighter and tighter till it went numb. I could hear them talking, odd since I had no ears to hear, this must have ment we were close to my head. If I could hear myself could I maybe yell also? It was worth a shot. I tried and tried to talk but no sound came out. I could only listen.

"Your head! There it is!" I heard the person yell. They let go of my hand and I could hear there footsteps by my head. The questions I thought now was how do you attach a head to a body again and who was this person helping me and what did they want?