The Twisted Tale : Directions : You Will Be Writing A Twisted Fairy Tale

There are numerous genre’s in literature, but the level of importance and influence on an individual will differ. Exposure to books and stories is especially important for children because it their chance to acclimate themselves to written language and in turn create their own visuals for the toneless words. “Why Fairy Tales Matter: The Performative and the Transformative”, by Maria Tatar contains an ample amount of textual evidence from author’s research into fairytales, as well as writer’s personal experiences with fairytales. Although Tatar supports her claims with evidence, her resources are not concrete, and seems excessive at times. Also, her assertions are weakened by her failure to defend her conclusion against competing beliefs.

In Sex and Violence:The Hard Core of Fairy Tales, a small section from the book The classic fairy tales, Maria Tatar delivers a very etail criticism of the Brothers Grimm. She states the reasons why she believes Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm chose to incorporate violence, but made the conscious decision to remove all sexual content in their versions of short stories. As a result, this is way that children tales are developed in today's’ society, which devoid sexual ideas that others believe are not appropriate for children. Tatar begins her argument by claiming that fairy tales were already violent before Wilhelm and Jacob edited them. She then goes in depth to talk about the fairy tales in Nursery and Household Tales, where she says that the brothers

The central focus of this unit is to identify the elements of stories and how their themes may relate to each other in a variety of ways. Students will be guided in a variety of comparison and contrasting activities in order to gain understanding of main ideas, characters, and cultural themes across similar fairy tales from different cultures. This unit focuses on three different versions of Cinderella from different cultures. I chose to focus on the common elements of the fairy tales and the cultural differences because this was something the students were struggling with previously.

Triumphant reward in spite of unjust punishment is a universal sentiment that transcends languages and cultures. There are thousands of folktales and fairy tales that are firmly rooted in individual cultures, yet the tale of Cinderella has been told through many centuries and throughout the far corners of the world. With thousands of versions of this classic tale in print worldwide, the tale is believed to have originated with the story of Rhodopis, a Greek slave girl who is married to an Egyptian King. The story of Rhodopis, which means rosy-cheeks, dates back to 7 BC and is attributed to a Greek geographer named Strabo. The Chinese variation of this fairy tale is named Yeh-hsien. The Chinese version is traceable to the year 860 and appears in Miscellaneous Morsels from Youyang by Duan Chengshi. Yeh-hsien is a young girl, motherless and in the control of her stepmother, who befriends a treasured fish. The jealous step-mother kills the fish, but it’s bones provide Yeh-hsien with magical powers, eventually enabling Yeh-hsien to escape the control of her step-mother for a royal life. The Story of the Black Cow which is found within the pages of Folk Tales from the Himalayas by John Murray, published in 1906, the child who is mistreated by a stepmother is a male and the role of savior is portrayed by a snake, with a cow serving as the moral of the story, faithfulness. These two versions of Cinderella carry many common threads that are

Going back in time, memories of an eventful day during my junior year in high school remains a historical change in my life. December 5, 2014, remains to this day as one of the most impactful days of my life; it was the day of

Later we headed home and as I headed towards my room my mom said, "Wait." I turned around with anger written all over my face.

The burning began at the earliest hour. His majesty, king of Otranto watched unsatisfied as the roaring flames licked over what was once the purest of white roses. All composure lost at but a petal unlit, he left no rose in his entire kingdom with even the dignity of coal before dismantling to ash, until alas, they were sealed to their fiery fate. The winds were still now, not even the tweak of a tree for encouragement nor the bravery of a whisper of the surrounding men as they watched in due apprehension to break the stillness. All that remained were the plumes of billowing exhaust tracing upwards into the air, and King Warner, as he watched from his throne until the smog faded into the midst. By dawn the white roses, together with any

She flipped her annoyingly red hair at him then stormed away. Eli slammed the door after her, relishing in the loud bang it made.

The fight was my fault though. I don’t know how to keep my mouth shut. Our grandmother made me go to the store with Kristi to get a refill on her five-gallon water jug. When we got in the car she lit a cigarette. I told her, she was not supposed to smoke in the car. I have asthma. She took a big puff and blew it in the car before responding, “You can stick your head out of the window.” She was so drunk that on the way home from the store she turned so fast it knocked the water over. I was furious. When we got back to the house I said to our grandmother, “I am never riding anywhere with her again.” I knew it was not ok to break the rules and talk back, but I couldn’t take it anymore. Kristi responded by saying, if I wanted to act like a grown-up then she would fight me like a

"Is it that hard to be serious for once?!" I yelled. Matt looked speechless. "You know what? Just forget about it." I sighed as I slammed the door behind me.

“YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! I HATE YOU!” she interrupted me. She stomped into her room. She’s lucky there was nothing within my arm’s reach or I would’ve--

I flew from North Dakota to Arizona on Thursday night to surprise my granddaughters. The flight got delayed and by the time I arrived the girls were asleep not knowing I was coming. I hug my daughter and I told her how much I missed her. My daughter sit me at the dining table and went to get the girls. Poor girls they thought they were in trouble. They came down and they walk close where I was sitting and they didn’t put any attention to person sitting at the table. They keep looking at their mom when finally, they saw me smiling at them. They start jumping and run to hug me. We all have tears of joy. They thought I will spend Christmas with them. My daughter told them I was part of the surprise and they would be spending Christmas in North

With his eyes closed and his arm gripping Dumbledore as tightly as he could, Harry stepped into that felling of compression. Then, instantly, they were there, at the top of the astronomy tower.

It was my birthday. Two things that I never thought would happen. One was me getting a chocolate lab I named Hazel,the second was losing a loved one.These two thing happened on one day that I will love and hate for the rest of my life.

1. What is the genre of this story? Are there any other possible genres this story could fall into?