The sun gently streamed it's soft rays down from the sky. Not a cloud grazed the blue. It was so bright that Alice could not even look upon it without her eyes beginning to water and her nose to go itchy. She looked around the porch for something that may perhaps capture her attention. Alls that lay there were a few cracked dolls in tattered, stained, and sun bleached dressed. Of course Alice had promised she would take care of the dolls but they were so boring. Alice wanted something fun to do. A miraculous adventure to beset on. She didn't know just then what an adventure waited for her just then. If she had. They're wouldn't be much of a story to tell.
Alice stood up and brushed her dress off. Her blonde hair stained with dirt from lying on the filthy porch deliberately disobeying her mother's orders. Why couldn't she lie where she wanted. It wasn't like mother cared much. So she stepped off the porch of her grandfather's old house and began to walk over to the big hill she could roll down. Another act against her mother's will.
She soon reached the top and looked down. Something caught her eye. A dirt path lined with pretty columbines. She had never seen it before. And she had rolled down that hill a great deal of times. Alice dropped to the ground and pushed herself from the hill rolling crookedly down it till she fell flat. Her head spun and she felt dizzy, but it was better than the dull sleepy feeling she had felt before. Alice stood up and stepped onto the path, picking a few flowers here and there.
She found everything to be oddly magical while walking on the path. The grass seemed a great deal greener and the flowers seemed a few inches taller. She even felt a strange feeling she didn't want to get off the path, even though dinner would be ready soon. But Alice ignored her common instinct of wanting to eat and continued down the spiraling path not even stepping of it to get the place where it led sooner. She drew in her breath to smell the sweet aroma of the trees fresh in spring. She smiled and kept skipping on.
It seemed like ages before Alice reached the end of the path. It stopped at a large apple tree full of apples. Which I dare say surprised Alice, as it was not yet season for these apples. Yet the looked gorgeously ripe and delicious. She walked around it till she found one on a low hanging branch that seemed the greenest and most shiny apple of them all. She smiled bluntly as she took her first bite. Her small teethe sinking into the apple's thin flesh. She began to take a bite when a odd but familiar taste filled her mouth.
The taste was the same as when she put some of her grandpa's coins in her mouth. The taste of metal. But the warmth is what made her spit it out and drop the apple. It was pulsating blood. As if she had bitten into it's heart that was thumping slowly pushing the blood out threw the broken vanes of the apple. Alice's mind took a moment to process what was going on. And when it finally got there, Alice screamed.
Then as Alice panted in fear and reopened her eyes she saw nothing but a apple with a bite on it that was now rather dirty. She continued to calm herself thinking rational thoughts such as "Chickens do not have lips", and "Mushrooms of dark colors are bad", things her mother told her.
When Alice was calm at last she took a step towards the apple. Her shoe kicked it down a small slope behind the apple tree. She stopped at the sight of something most strange. A man if I might say. But not one Alice had ever seen. The man was dressed in a brown suite with a faded pink bowtie that hung slightly crooked around the collar of his white shirt. His eyes were a deepened red, but they held a calm and charming gaze in them. He was a rather charming and strange creature. He didn't even look at Alice as he pulled out a pocket watch and studied it. Alice could faintly make out the insignia written on it. "White Rabbit", was written in cursive letters. It glistened under a ray of light shine threw some leaves of the tree. The creature clasped it shut and smirked gently before somehow transforming into a normal rabbit and hopping into the slope.