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Loneliness and the Seduction of Fairy Tales by Robin Michel
She is again lost in the Forest of Loneliness hoping to find her way out, knowing that whichever path she takeswill eventually wind back here where she started. She imagines herself a Gretel abandoned by her brother.Before that, abandoned by their father, both followinga trail of bread crumbs leading nowhere. Self-pity…
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The Nymph and the Maiden by Laura Kincaid
Hidden amongst curtains of trees, the young maiden Asteriope wept by a pond. Her tears fell onto the water’s surface, rousing the nymph Daeira from her slumber. She emerged from its depths to find the maiden. “Girl, why are you crying?” the nymph inquired. “My betrothed has left me for…
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In Spirit by Nick Perilli
Claudia sat back in the wicker chair beside her bed and spoke into the phone. She gathered in a helping of air before she did. A half-moon hung golden outside the bedroom window. “Goodnight, Claudia,” she heard from the receiver, a breath or two before. “I know these trips are…
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The Red Dress by Lucy Whitehead
Fairy tales taught us the magic of a dress. How the perfect frock worn to a suitable social event results in a wedding to the man of our dreams. As girls, we knew with absolute certainty that the right gown could capture a heart. We learnt in books that’s how it happens. So we went hunting for…
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A Pig’s Pig by Jeffrey Zable
Once upon a time there were three pigs. One became choice bacon, the other choice ham,while the third went on a killing spree of butchers throughout the land. By the time they caught himhe was the most prolific serial killer in history.His fame rivaled Hansel, Aladdin, and even Little Red.He was the swine of…
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March of the Dryads by J.B. Stone
We hid our fathers’ flasks under the folds of our pea coats. Wandering fixtures among the smoky mist of quagmire fog. The cypress and it’s long swaying branches seemed more alive and it wasn’t just our inebriated psyches that made these visions so. It was the movements, the dancing between…
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an insincere prince by Linda M. Crate
your bitter songwas pomegranate,but i refused to eatthe seeds;you were not hadesso i could not be yourpersephone—you were a devilguised as an angel,but if you were oncecelestialyou traded your virtuesfor your pridelike lucifer falling from heaven;you were a prince charmingbut insincere—into the woodsyou will find i am not cinderella,but the witch;and i…
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The Tree Between Us by Grace Safford
We are asked to listen to nature’s warnings by our mothers and fathers. A bleeding sky means a miscarriage is on the horizon. Grass rotting in June warns of a liar living next door. Clear water on a river bend is a reminder that you have forgotten to look deeper.…
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Kingdom of Shards by Madison McSweeney
Mercy goes to those who need it least. Once upon a time we built a fortressupon a deposit of sanda conception of crystal whispering ’boutthe kings we beheadedwhen they ceased to serve us,but nonetheless immortalizedin iron; the queenswe sent to retireat the top of the towerand scrubbed from the stones; the maiden-martyrs laid to…
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Midnight by Fanni Sütő
The steps of Midnight fell on the street softly like seconds rushing by. It was an otherwise silent night and the houses of the sleepy town turned their eyes discreetly, while the stars hid their face in the dark drape of clouds. The girl pulled her sorrow-red cape tighter and…




































