The woodcutter is at a loss. Gretel, not quite fifteen, is cavorting with lycanthropic girls, stumbling home in the dim hours of morning, reeking of urine and musk, tufts of…
For the first five years I wouldn’t plant poppies, afraid of what witch might murmur over the crystal ball of my life, afraid of sleeping forever waiting for snow. But…
The two children loved each other so much that they always held hands whenever they went out, and when Snow White said, “Let us never leave each other,” Rose Red…
Wolf can’t handle buttons. So before he savages Granny’s throat he forces her to disrobe & dress him in her own clothes. Wolf gags at the stench of the smudged…
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