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Coal Black and Other Disturbingly Perverse Fairy Tales
Coal Black and Other Disturbingly Perverse Fairy Tales
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Cordelia walked into my room just as I was despairing.
She held a large mirror and sat it upon a table in my room. She then took a pouch out from her belt and sprinkled a little powder from it all around the perimeter of the room while whispering some words under her breath.
Finally she dusted her hands off, put them on her hips and glanced around the room nodding a little. Then she looked at me and said, “My grandmother is a witch.”
“Oh. Goodness.”
“Well, I don’t tell anyone, usually. It’s a big secret. She’s not evil or anything. But I went to see her last night and she gave me a few things. Protection powder, to make sure that Snow can’t see us or hear us through magical means-“
”I don’t, um. I don’t believe in magic.”
“What?”
“I don’t believe in magic. That stuff is for fairy tales.”
“Huh.”
“What huh?”
“I believed that your porcelain-skinned, innocent as the driven snow, perfect seventeen year-old stepdaughter is a dark witch trying to murder me and everyone in the castle after having relations with her own father. And you can’t believe in one little old lady witch.”
After a moment I said, “All right. Your grandmother’s a witch.”
She nodded. “And she gave me that.” She pointed at the mirror. I didn’t know what magic to expect from the mirror. Would it turn into a magical carriage to whisk us-
Cordelia said, “Mirror, Mirror... show us Snow White.”
Suddenly the mirror’s surface turned cloudy. It felt like the room began to spin. I squinted my eyes and looked deeply into the mirror. I saw Snow White leaning over a large boiling pot of some green liquid. Suddenly, she looked up from the pot and I gasped and took a step back. She turned left and right, then paused just a moment when her eyes met the direction of the mirror.
That moment seemed to last for years.
Finally, she looked back into the boiling pot and stirred it a little with a large silver spoon. I saw what looked like a human ear float to the top of the liquid.
“Mirror, mirror. Please, that is enough! Thank you.”
The mirror swirled again and the smoke disappeared.
“Oh, I do believe in magic now, Cordelia.”
“You better, Your Highness. SHE believes in it. And uses it.”
***
What if the loser got to rewrite history instead of the winner? The Evil Queen might not be so evil, and Snow White perhaps wasn't as innocent and pure as the fairy tale might indicate.
Til Death Do Us Happily Ever After is the second story in the compilation that is a tale of a disinterested prince, an ambitious but good-hearted princess, a curse, and the love potion that save the prince from the graveyard.
Dear Beautiful is a modern day Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast story set in post-Katrina New Orleans.
She held a large mirror and sat it upon a table in my room. She then took a pouch out from her belt and sprinkled a little powder from it all around the perimeter of the room while whispering some words under her breath.
Finally she dusted her hands off, put them on her hips and glanced around the room nodding a little. Then she looked at me and said, “My grandmother is a witch.”
“Oh. Goodness.”
“Well, I don’t tell anyone, usually. It’s a big secret. She’s not evil or anything. But I went to see her last night and she gave me a few things. Protection powder, to make sure that Snow can’t see us or hear us through magical means-“
”I don’t, um. I don’t believe in magic.”
“What?”
“I don’t believe in magic. That stuff is for fairy tales.”
“Huh.”
“What huh?”
“I believed that your porcelain-skinned, innocent as the driven snow, perfect seventeen year-old stepdaughter is a dark witch trying to murder me and everyone in the castle after having relations with her own father. And you can’t believe in one little old lady witch.”
After a moment I said, “All right. Your grandmother’s a witch.”
She nodded. “And she gave me that.” She pointed at the mirror. I didn’t know what magic to expect from the mirror. Would it turn into a magical carriage to whisk us-
Cordelia said, “Mirror, Mirror... show us Snow White.”
Suddenly the mirror’s surface turned cloudy. It felt like the room began to spin. I squinted my eyes and looked deeply into the mirror. I saw Snow White leaning over a large boiling pot of some green liquid. Suddenly, she looked up from the pot and I gasped and took a step back. She turned left and right, then paused just a moment when her eyes met the direction of the mirror.
That moment seemed to last for years.
Finally, she looked back into the boiling pot and stirred it a little with a large silver spoon. I saw what looked like a human ear float to the top of the liquid.
“Mirror, mirror. Please, that is enough! Thank you.”
The mirror swirled again and the smoke disappeared.
“Oh, I do believe in magic now, Cordelia.”
“You better, Your Highness. SHE believes in it. And uses it.”
***
What if the loser got to rewrite history instead of the winner? The Evil Queen might not be so evil, and Snow White perhaps wasn't as innocent and pure as the fairy tale might indicate.
Til Death Do Us Happily Ever After is the second story in the compilation that is a tale of a disinterested prince, an ambitious but good-hearted princess, a curse, and the love potion that save the prince from the graveyard.
Dear Beautiful is a modern day Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast story set in post-Katrina New Orleans.
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