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Write about an author famous for their fairy tale retellings.

Posted in Teens on Oct 26, 2022

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Definitely Now

Submitted to Contest #88

Sally Baxter stood outside the bookstore in the rain, hood up on her drab gray sweatshirt, her sneakers wet and her soul bleak. She was tired; tired of working so hard and having nothing, of going it alone all the time. There, inside, signing her latest best-seller, was her mortal enemy, Cassandra Lilly.  Oh, that wasn’t her real name, and the woman in question used to be her best fiend. At one point, when she went by her real moniker, Debbie Patowski, she’d been quiet, and plain, and supportive of Sally in all she did. But that chang...

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This Little Piggie

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Bang. Bang. Bang. The sound wasn’t so much a knocking on the door as it was a pounding. Fists came down against the wooden door so hard she thought it might be ripped from its very hinges. She was curled up in the corner of the room, huddled up with her knees clutched to her chest. Her breathing was labored, racked with sobs, and her face was stained with tears. Her vision blurred, and all she could hear was the banging on the door. Bang. Bang. Bang. The banging was accompanied by a growling. It was a deep, throaty growl, and the vol...

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The Spectator

Submitted to Contest #88

“Ms. Youngman! Ms. Youngman!” the reporters cried after me. I smiled at them kindly but pushed through the wall of people. “What gave you the idea for Little Red Riding Hood’s Dark Ending?” “Will there be a sequel to Snow White: The Blood Red Apple?” “When is Deathly Beauty being released?” “Ms. Youngman!” I shut my door locking it swiftly. I staggered back sitting down on the bench by my door. A wave of exhaustion rushing over me. These people needed to learn when enough was enough. I’d teach them that soon. I sighed taking off my shoes and...

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Something in the Water

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“Hi Lenny.” “Hello,” I replied to the lank-haired guy in horn-rimmed glasses, sitting about three rows from front. The host, Jerome, had picked him as he’d the one being most insistent with his hand-waving. Jerome was probably grateful that someone looked more nervous than he did. I shot a glance at him before turning to listen to the question from the audience member. He was holding the mic at arm’s length, like it was a snake about to bite him. “Um, so, as I’m sure a lot of us are wondering, but, err, how is it you get your ideas for ...

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In the Light

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   It started with my nieces when they where young. They were afraid to go to sleep. So, I would tell them stories about Jesus and how he protects them when they sleep. My faith was not all that developed yet but I knew in my heart that Jesus was the answer to there fears. It began somewhat like that with me telling little girls about Jesus’s love for them and him watching over them when they sleep.    I went to church on Sundays and listened to the priests homilies. Inspiring and...

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Tale of A Fairy Tale-Maker

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"Perhaps we are all unlikely writers." I heard those words through the depths of my thoughts. Who can say with any certainty how, where, or why they have been visited by the creative impulse? What we know is that when it arrived, largely unbidden; having infiltrated our psyche, we were transformed. This was my experience, although unlike most of the writers I know who were busy making up stories when they were old enough to pick up a crayon, my creative life did not begin until my 45th year. And that beginning was as surprising and pr...

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Rapunzel Rewritten

Submitted to Contest #88

“Once Upon A Time,There was a princess who didn’t have a castle. Instead, she ruled the forests and rivers; making her bed in a great patch of soft moss and wearing flowers in her hair. And this princess was not like other princesses, because she could talk with the animals and sing with the wind. But an evil witch had cursed her at birth, so she couldn’t hear or talk with other people, since the witch was afraid that her parents would take her away. You see, this witch was the princess’ grandmother and the girl’s magic was what kept the wit...

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Bird Man

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When I first became aware of a man they called, “The Bird Man,” I decided it would make an interesting, “Person of the Street,” story. I became aware of this “Bird Man,” from a local tavern owner, who told me about the encounter he had had with the man. I knew I had to meet him. Apparently, he spends his days telling stories to the ravens in the park. He claimed people had witnessed as many as two hundred gathered dutifully about the benched man, listening intently to his tales. I don’t actually work for the local newspaper.&...

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The Story Retold!

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He who sees the world from the eyes like hawk except that these eyes have more power than one could imagine. She loved the story of Snow White, like any other girl, except that she did not know that one day, she would be living one like that. It was a mid-summer afternoon and she was sitting on her porch with a storybook in her hands. The words in Garamond said, “Snow White: The Story Retold” and below it was scribbled, “Because some secrets are better not revealed”. Andrew Reynolds, the author was famous for his eerie depictions of fa...

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The Author

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Author sat at his deck, rubbing his forehead. It seemed he’d been rubbing it for days, waiting for inspiration to come. Maybe, just maybe, he exhausted all the fairy tales available. Maybe there wasn’t anything more to write about.               “You could have written a nicer story about me,” Little Red Riding Hood said from behind his left shoulder. “I could have gone to the mall or something, like really. Going to Grandma’s House with a wolf dressed as Grandma...

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Re-

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Lisa was sitting at her wooden desk, with her typewriter sitting in front of her. She was racking her brain for ideas. Ever since her retelling of Rapunzel blew up, Lisa didn't get any time to herself. It was book signings, events, and even meetings with directors for the potential movie version of When Will My Life Begin? She was excited, sure, but Lisa was growing tired. She was about to give up and go for a cup of coffee in her kitchen when the phone rang."Elizabeth," I heard my mother's voice."Boy, I haven't heard that name in a long tim...

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The Brave Princess

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I am excited.  My grandson Benjamin is going to spend the day with me.  He is a very precocious boy who is very smart, but does not seem to fit in with most social activities at his school.  I have my daughter Eva talk about getting him tested for autism, but I tell her some seeds take time, you have to have patience.  She tells me that the teachers are suggesting that there is no more time for him since he has fallen so far behind his peers.  Peers?  Such a clinical word to refer to a ten year old boy.  Sh...

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The Calf’s Tail

Submitted to Contest #88

If you happen to visit the town of Podunk, Alabama you might notice a very withered sign standing at the corner wedged between the Galley Variety store and the Birch’s place.   It reads, as follows:   ‘PODUNK, AL. POP: 94 HOME OF ANNETTE BUFORD WOMAN WRITER.’  The sign was erected as most signs are in small towns: with a ceremony.   “It is with great honor that I erect this sign for our little town, and for Miss. Buford, our first celebrity,” the mayor had said with visceral pride. The very small crowd that...

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Fairytale or autobiography?

Submitted to Contest #88

"And the men respected the wishes of the fairies to remain in the woods and left them alone, since then no one has spotted a single tiny teapot and the woods remain untouched" Now, That's an ending, Wod Higgins truly is a genius isn't he? My favorite author as a child and now I'm working with his publisher, we've come a long way, uh my adored copy of "the forgotten song of the woods", psss, my favorite book, just so you know, and yes, I brought it with me on my first day as a publisher assistant. What a life. As of 12:47 I have not been call...

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Once Upon a Time…

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One day I was chatting to the old guy who lives in the garden apartment below. Interesting. It turned out that he has two brothers who were authors of fairy tales. “Were their stories published?” I asked. “Sure!” he said. “And how! Their best stories made them rich. I never got any of it. I am the little piggy who got none.” He laughed. “Like in the nursery rhyme,” I said. “Exactly!” “Tell me about one of their fairy tales,” I asked. “I will. But I’ll make coffee first,” he said. “By the way my name is Elias,” he said as he went into the ...

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