Tag: Retold Fairytales
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From Cursive to Curses- Part XXVIII
***Disclaimer: This is a work of Fan Fiction. It is an adaptation of the characters created and owned by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. This story is not associated with Disney’s adaptations, their added characters, or story elements. *** Rafe pulled on his collar. They received new clothing and their hair had been cut into the ... -
From Cursive To Curses- Part XXIII
***Disclaimer: This is a work of Fan Fiction. It is an adaptation of the characters created and owned by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. This story is not associated with Disney’s adaptations, their added characters, or story elements. *** Read the previous installments here. Wilhelm shook. He felt it in his hands, the slight quiver of ... -
From Cursive To Curses- Part XIX
***Disclaimer: This is a work of Fan Fiction. It is an adaptation of the characters created and owned by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. This story is not associated with Disney’s adaptations, their added characters, or story elements. *** Read the previous installments here. Aledia, Jacob, and Wilhelm stood along the shore of the river. Behind ... -
From Cursive To Curses- Part XVI
***Disclaimer: This is a work of Fan Fiction. It is an adaptation of the characters created and owned by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. This story is not associated with Disney’s adaptations, their added characters, or story elements. *** Past Chapters The only sound in the cavern was the water sloshing the side of the boat. ... -
The Enchanted Press Part 25
A little comic relief hurt no one, however through some unspoken arrangement, we stopped laughing and sobered. The reality of our situation and the importance that our missions succeed was back in the forefront of our minds. “Earmuffs,” Sen said and popped hers on. A second later, she held up a finger to stop Duncan ... -
The Enchanted Press Part 19
The last rays of the sun receded below the horizon, a florid moon taking its place in the sky. The moon’s reddish glow spread like a web across the sky, injecting a gauze-like film into the night that veiled the stars and submerged Neverland into a russet-tinted haze. Some older children lit the tiki torches ... -
The Enchanted Press Part 13
Before I knew it, my hooves went out from under me, the ceiling closed over, plunging us into near darkness, and my neck ached from the whiplash of the unexpected fall. The dip was so swift I scarcely had time to cry out before my rump bumped against a large poofy cushion. “Umph,” I exclaimed ... -
The Enchanted Press Part 12
Sen returned just as I finished my message to the High Queen, my jaw and chest tight from the effort. Duncan was also fatigued, his black eyes glassy and remote as if he’d retreated to a dark corner of his mind. For a heart-stopping moment, I feared the PTSD had affected him. With brows drawn ... -
The Enchanted Press Part 8
The sun had risen by the time I left the abandoned store. My eyes and limbs were heavy with fatigue; the constant noise from Gepetto’s workshop robbed me of any form of rest. Every time my eyes closed a resounding crash or high-pitched scream rent the air pulling me from a shallow slumber. Though I ... -
The Enchanted Press Part 4
My gaze darted from the fairies to the trolls and ogres, to the other patrons, then back to the fairies. As I scoured my memory for the vaguest recollection of the fairy who knew me, the entire room stared at Prince and I huddled by the barred exit of the doorway. The troll blocking our ...