The Easter season began and Grandmama was selling off our belongings. Our sleepy Iowa town sold corn and gossip by the bushel but didn’t have a lot of room for old jazz musicians like Grandmama was. It was the 1950’s.
"Cinnamon and spice, say everything thrice..."
"Yes, the poor girl was the victim of a sinister plot for the throne and was queen for exactly nine days from July 10th to July 19th, 1553. She was accused of high treason and held in the tower of London. She was just 16, when she was beheaded on Tower Hill on February 12th, 1554. The queen was buried beneath the altar of the Tower’s Chapel Royal of St Peter ad Vincula, and her ghost can be seen roaming the grounds usually around the anniversary of her death. I can't enter into this quilting cottage Gemma. All who enter without her permission, find themselves in an early grave, same as she did."
The Grimm Brothers - Photo Credit: https://tinyurl.com/y5us2w44 According to Biography.com, despite the fact that Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm are often associated with Snow White and Rapunzel, the brothers didn’t actually write any of those stories. In fact, the stories existed long before the two men were born in Germany in the mid 1780s. The fairy… Continue reading Mythological Creature, the German Alp Demon – Why are German Folk Tales so dark? Snapshot GRIMM – with a Harry Potter FAN-FICTION Writing Prompt
by W.W. Jacobs and A.R. Jung Photo Credit: https://tinyurl.com/yx9dzvuc The Monkey's Paw is a classic "three wishes" story, which doubles as a horror story and cautionary tale. It reminds us that fate rules people's lives, and that those who interfere with her, do so at their own risk. This widely read story is a favorite… Continue reading Hemingway’s Fate- a Monkey’s Paw retelling
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Rescuing fireflies took all evening. After finishing my summer reading, I ran through the fields and the long grasses whipped at my legs. I didn’t care about the welts. I got on my four-wheeler and rode back into the remote corners of the woods where there were barely pathways and opened my jars, being sure to cup my hand over the openings. I collected fireflies for hours in larger jars with oxygen holes. The jars were the kind you filled up to water big dogs. My mom boarded animals for a living on our tiny farm, where our happiness used to reside.