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December 29, 2009
Strangers Both Merciful and Horrifying
by Sharolyn Gales
Part II (The Conclusion)
"Yuki, we are so glad to have you home." Kuniko hugged her as she walked through the door.
"Master Matsuda wants you to rest. I am to give you anything you want."
"Thank you Kuniko. I just want to go to bed."
A week had passed since she had told the police about how the doctor's escalating abuse against her had driven her to kill him. How being in that cell strapped to a bed was just where he had wanted her, but...
by Sharolyn Gales
Part II (The Conclusion)
"Yuki, we are so glad to have you home." Kuniko hugged her as she walked through the door.
"Master Matsuda wants you to rest. I am to give you anything you want."
"Thank you Kuniko. I just want to go to bed."
A week had passed since she had told the police about how the doctor's escalating abuse against her had driven her to kill him. How being in that cell strapped to a bed was just where he had wanted her, but...
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Published on December 29, 2009 06:56
December 22, 2009
Strangers Both merciful and horrifying By Sharolyn Gales
Part I
With every step that Yakunan took, the pain in her feet intensified. She looked down realizing once again she wasn't in her own body. The feet, bare with cracked and rough skin, were walking through a liquid substance that covered the floor. They looked like the feet of the poor street people living in the Japanese province where she and her father now lived.
Tears rolled down the woman's face as she pushed a cart across a...
Part I
With every step that Yakunan took, the pain in her feet intensified. She looked down realizing once again she wasn't in her own body. The feet, bare with cracked and rough skin, were walking through a liquid substance that covered the floor. They looked like the feet of the poor street people living in the Japanese province where she and her father now lived.
Tears rolled down the woman's face as she pushed a cart across a...
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Published on December 22, 2009 06:52
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December 15, 2009
And All of Their Degree
By Gary Denton
Bennett Knight was as drunk as he could afford.
His credit was declined after he ordered a second drink, and since he hadn't bothered to include a tip either time, the bartender removed his card from the register slot and tossed it at him with a simple "Get lost, kid."
It was an icy December night, and Bennett's skin tingled under the thin fabric of his coat as he walked through a nearly empty Time's Square. Preparations were underway for the big New Years ...
By Gary Denton
Bennett Knight was as drunk as he could afford.
His credit was declined after he ordered a second drink, and since he hadn't bothered to include a tip either time, the bartender removed his card from the register slot and tossed it at him with a simple "Get lost, kid."
It was an icy December night, and Bennett's skin tingled under the thin fabric of his coat as he walked through a nearly empty Time's Square. Preparations were underway for the big New Years ...
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Published on December 15, 2009 06:31
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December 8, 2009
The Gift
by Dorlana Vann
Paris, TX 1873
At first Cynthia was afraid to look out the window. She was afraid she would see the ghostly figure out by the horses again, stirring them up, making them run and complain. But she was expecting someone; she had to look.
The speck of hope that the person riding up the path was her husband, immediately died away. The man hunched over and rode at a steady pace, like he had all the time in the world. The sudden ominous sorrow she felt was overwhelming.
by Dorlana Vann
Paris, TX 1873
At first Cynthia was afraid to look out the window. She was afraid she would see the ghostly figure out by the horses again, stirring them up, making them run and complain. But she was expecting someone; she had to look.The speck of hope that the person riding up the path was her husband, immediately died away. The man hunched over and rode at a steady pace, like he had all the time in the world. The sudden ominous sorrow she felt was overwhelming.
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Published on December 08, 2009 06:44
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December 1, 2009

Hi friends!
A lot of things come to mind when you think about Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol: redemption, bah humbug, Ebenezer Scrooge, etc. My favorite part of the tale has always been the Christmas Ghosts (Ghost of Christmas Past, Ghost of Christmas Present, and Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come). I thought it would be a fun challenge to take the ghosts out of the original story and use them as inspiration for three completely different stories.
I will be posting the first of these stories, ...
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Published on December 01, 2009 15:52
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November 27, 2009
The Land of Never Tell
Don't open a door, don't look at a man
(Inspired by the fairy tale, East of the Sun West of the Moon)
by Chrissa Sandlin
I live in the land of Never Tell
Where the richest of secrets
Is the depth of a soul, a man
And to see his full measure
Will soon break the spell.
East of the sun in a Lapland fur
On the borders of the land
I dig my fingers deep
In the snow beyond the snow
West of the moon and his curse.
Witches hide curses in rude boys
Who grown them silent within.
Never Tell is...
Don't open a door, don't look at a man
(Inspired by the fairy tale, East of the Sun West of the Moon)
by Chrissa Sandlin
I live in the land of Never Tell
Where the richest of secrets
Is the depth of a soul, a man
And to see his full measure
Will soon break the spell.
East of the sun in a Lapland fur
On the borders of the land
I dig my fingers deep
In the snow beyond the snow
West of the moon and his curse.
Witches hide curses in rude boys
Who grown them silent within.
Never Tell is...
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Published on November 27, 2009 08:24
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November 20, 2009

The Wind
by Dorlana Vann
(Inspired by the fairy tale "East of the Sun and West of the Moon
</em>My breath spreads sheets of white snow and dry sand
Robust, invisible wings carry me.
I wave from Summerland to Winterland.
I have whisked every grain and every tree
Helping the heroine, hardly a chore.
Robust, invisible wings carry me.
She told of the witch and of the horror,
"Go east of the sun and west of the moon."
Helping the heroine, hardly a chore.
She brought golden trinkets to save her groom;
Their love...
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Published on November 20, 2009 08:56
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November 14, 2009
As the fairy tale glides into the modern era, one finds it spun to show different facets of familiar stories. This is true in Sarah Beth Durst's Ice, which limns the ideas of "East of the Sun, West of the Moon" across the narrative of Cassie, the daughter of a lead researcher in the arctic, as she tries to restore various families, including, perhaps, the animal families within the ecosystems of the planet. Cassie's dedication to polar bears is a brilliant fire beneath the story and Ms. Durst...
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Published on November 14, 2009 05:50
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November 10, 2009

If you can get past the cheesiness, The Polar Bear King (1991), based on the Norwegian folk tale, "East of the Sun and West of the Moon," has a lot to offer. The fairy tale is often compared to "Beauty and the Beast," so I thought I would use Beauty and Beast for my review of the movie.
Beauty:
Filmed in Scandanavia, the Winterland scenery was a wonderful land complete with gorgeous wolves and white snow. The costumes were spectacular; I especially loved the evil witch's tall two-coned head...
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Published on November 10, 2009 05:40
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November 3, 2009
Hi Friends,This month I'm going to use the Norwegian fairy tale, "East of the Sun, West of the Moon" as our theme. Supernatural Fairy Tales Reviewer, Chrissa Sandlin will be reviewing Ice by Sarah Beth Durst. This young adult novel was inspired by the fairy tale.
I also have a fun writing challenge for everyone. Read the story, "East of the Sun and West of the Moon and then use it as inspiration to write a poem or prose (under 250 words). Send it to this email address: dorlanasfairytales at ...
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Published on November 03, 2009 05:24
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