The new dreams were documented in diaries, written by many different fairytale characters. In fiction, they call this technique epistolary, where every character told the story from their point of view, and it was up to you to judge and gather the pieces.
The diaries were called the Grimm Diaries.
Each Grimm Diary was not your usual pen and paper diary. It was a Book of Sand, an exquisite kind of celestial book. Its pages were not made of paper but of sand. Only an immortal could write in it, using a magic wand that shaped letters on the page the way you stick-shape castles in the sand. Each entry could not be rewritten in the span of another hundred years, because once the immortal wrote their thoughts and confessions the pages turned into unreadable sand for protection.
Each diary exposed part of what the Brothers Grimm didn’t want you to know – for your own good actually.
It’s been two hundred years now since 1812. The Dreamworld is open for change for another fifty years. It’s my hope that it won’t be a great and vicious war this time, for what happened in 1912 was unimaginable.
The first diary in the Grimm Diaries was called Snow White Sorrow, one of seven full-length diaries.
The diaries were fun reads with an adolescence spirit since most of the writers were teens – did you ever notice that most of the fairy tale characters were young?
You don’t have to fetch for every symbolic meaning in its pages though. It’s like the original Brothers Grimm scripts: it makes a lovely bedtime story, but for the trained and keen eye, the truth lies somewhere between the lines. So if you don’t get things in the beginning, stay cool and enjoy the ride.
I remember those who knew about the diaries a hundred years ago, ended up rereading the original scripts of the fairy tales and other historical books to confirm the facts told centuries ago, because the diaries claim that the world, and literature, is connected in a unique and unimaginable way. Each book ever written, and which I assume you have read, was hinting to bits and pieces of the truth about the tales.
Before you read the fully detailed diaries, I thought I’d show you a number of mini-diaries I found scattered and lost in the sandy pages of here and there, like a seashell left abandoned on the shore while keeping great secrets inside it but no one cared to pick it up and listen. The mini diaries won’t give away the main story but it will give you a hint of what the Grimm Diaries are about.
I called them the Grimm Diaries Prequels.
Finally, remember that what you read in the Grimm Diaries Prequels is not necessarily the truth since some characters will still want to alter it and protect themselves. It will be up to you to read between the lines. The road is long and fun.
If you’re wondering about me. They call me Sandman Grimm, the keeper and collector of fairy tale dreams from the Dreamworld – which are buried in your dreams too. My job is to collect and seal the dreams every one hundred years.
By leaking the Grimm Diaries Prequels, I will be punished, but I had to let you read them for there are bigger dangers at stake.
Eventually, I have to say my last goodbye since you will never meet again.
Sandman Grimm
Snow White Blood Red
A Grimm Diaries Prequel
as told by
the Snow White Queen
Have you ever wondered why I was called the Evil Queen and never had a real name? Do you know that truth only comes with names, and that you only hold power over those you know of their true names?
I have always wondered why you never asked about my name. Was I so superficial to you? So stereotypical and mundane? Why did you treat me as if I were just the monster of the week?
You know what I think? You never had the time to really hate me. You wanted to hate me long before you even met me. You wanted to scrape my existence and avenge your childhood princess by laying all blame on me.
What if they didn’t call me the Evil Queen, what if the story was told from my point of view instead of hers, would you ever think of me as an angel? Could I ever make you care about me? Would you ever think that you could have been me?
I know that deep inside of you, in the very core of your heart – and I know a lot about hearts –, you adore me. You’re just scared like the others, afraid to admit how much you love the Snow White Queen.
But I don’t need your love, because I am loved by the greatest and most majestic heart in the world.
Mine.
The last time I had a little chat with me in the mirror, I decided I should uncover the snow burying the truth of the tale. If she managed to fool the world for two hundred years, it was time for me to splay some sunshine onto the fairylands and melt the snow white lies to uncover the truth. Not everything that is white is pure and not every girl that is young and beautiful is not a monster.