[stylist] Old stuff sharing, fairy tales

Tue Jul 19 01:01:16 UTC 2011

Bridgit,

For those who enjoy modern retelling of fairy tales, I highly recommend 
'Briar Rose' by JaneYolen (and I might have mispelled her last name). It'sa 
retelling of Sleeping Beauty, set in World War II, and I think it's very 
well done.

chris

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From: "Bridgit Pollpeter" <bpollpeter at hotmail.com>
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Sent: Monday, July 18, 2011 6:15 PM
Subject: [stylist] Old stuff sharing for fun

>I still have a similar writing style, though I seem to have a couple of
> styles depending on what I'm writing.  I've always been drawn to the
> melancholy and dramatic.
>
> I believe this was something I started with the thought of turning it
> into a fairytale.  Growing up, I was obsessed with fairytales and
> fantasy stories.  I liked the idea of dabbling with fairytales and
> contemporizing them.  I read a book, Sleeping Beauty, by Sherry S.
> Tepper, and fell in love with it.  She takes fairytales and puts a
> contemporary spin touching on social issues and world concerns.  I
> wanted to emulate this.  Donna Jo Napoli is another author I loved.
> Napoli does a similar thing with her books.
>
> This was the beginning of a Cinderella-type story.
>
> I was also trying to find ways to release everything swirling around
> inside myself.  Writing was a catalyst that allowed me to release it and
> be whatever I wanted.
>
> It's hard to believe this is about 13 years old! LOL
>
> Bridgit
>
> Bridgit Kuenning-Pollpeter
> Editor, Slate & Style
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> Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2011 21:56:08 -0500
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> Now that sounds like a great beginning of a story.  Unless that's your
> writing style now, I wonder how hard it would be to keep up that
> language
> for a while?  It's melancholy, but I like it.
> Barbara
>
>
>
>
> Let every nation know whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall
> pay
> any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend,
> oppose
> any foe, in order to assure the survival and the success of
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> -----Original Message----- 
> From: Bridgit Pollpeter
> Sent: Sunday, July 17, 2011 4:32 PM
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> Subject: [stylist] Old stuff sharing for fun
>
> Hello,
>
> I found some old stuff I wrote a long, long time ago.  I thought it
> would be fun to share.  *smile*
>
> This is from when I was a teen.  I was very caught up in my angst.  I
> was the poster-girl for teen angst, and a lot of my writing reflects
> this.  *grin*  Enjoy.
>
> The moon sat high in its clear night sky.  Light trickled through the
> bows of the trees surrounding the still, small pond.  The glen shimmered
> with the illumination from the silvery orb lending a dream like quality
> to the setting.  A shape was discernable near the ground, and upon
> closer inspection the shape became a young girl.
>
>
>
> Knees folded to her chin, she sat on the bank.  Humming softly, she
> tugged furiously at the grass beneath her.  Anyone finding this scene
> earlier would have found her weeping with great shuddering sobs and
> contorted features.  Now her face was still as she stared out towards
> the pond's reflection.  The only remains of sadness were held in her
> grave expression and the irridescent tears clinging to her long, dark
> lashes.
>
>
>
> Slowly, softly, she spoke .  The words were faint, but a slight breeze
> ruffled the leaves as they swished and the sheaves of grass rippled
> faintly.  The breeze strengthened as her voice intensified.
>
>
>
> "I'm not crazy; I'm not crazy; I'm not crazy."  Determination rang
> through her chant.
>
>
>
> She stood, pacing, repeating her rhythmic mantra.  Suddenly she screamed
> as the wind wipped around her .  Fury flashed in her green eyes, and a
> stoney edge set around her features.  As quickly as the wind started, it
> died.
>
>
>
> Fire blazed in her eyes even as her face softened.  Dropping rigidly
> back to the ground, tears streamed in silence.  Thoughts swirled
> together in a blur of colors and shapes.  Rubbing her temples, she
> attempted to alleviate the thudding pressure pulsing incessantly.  Try
> as she might, thoughts crowded in .
>
>
>
> Where can I go?
>
>
>
> Different possibilities hummed like a swarm of bees. The images fired
> quickly like pictures in a view-finder.  Clicking through them, she knew
> none would bring a resolution.
>
>
>
> Is there anyone I can turn to?  Would anyone lend a helping hand?  Who
> will listen?
>
>
>
> A knot grew in her stomach as loneliness spread through her being.
> Closing her eyes, she resisted tears.  A quiet thump distracted her
> tears as she pounded her leg with a fist.
>
>
>
> Mother's right, ; no one will ever want me.  What good am I?
>
>
>
> She laughed bitterly.  The voice whispering from her depths tried
> clinging to hope.  A pregnant strength grew inside her forming like a
> great round power, but grief rose from her pores, and hope was difficult
> to focus on.
>
>
>
> Standing, she brushed away bits of dirt and grass from her loose gown,
> and smoothed her windswept auburn locks.  Rummaging through a hidden
> pocket in the folds of her dress, she clasped tightly onto a smooth,
> hard object.
>
>
>
> I'll go back and do as I'm told, but one day, one day, I'll show them
> all.
>
>
>
> Moving quickly from the glen that was her only sanctuary, she did not
> suspect she would never return to this childhood haunt.
>
>
> Bridgit Kuenning-Pollpeter
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> Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2011 10:17:34 -0400
> From: "Chris Kuell" <ckuell at comcast.net>
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> Bridgit,
>
> I think this writing is very good coming from an angst-ridden teenager.
> Sure, it's overly-dramatic, but the spark of the writer within is
> clearly
> visible. Thanks for sharing.
>
> chris
>
>
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