the story on its head, from an angle of far left field. "Bones Like Black Sugar"
(Hansel & Gretel years later) by Valente is one of those. She basically writes
about the phenomenon of victims bonding with their kidnappers through the
medium of fantasy - amazing. Have a read (link soon to follow) if you haven't
already. And enjoy some illustrative takes on the tale below.
The moon slashes windows into the black soil, and he sleeps behind me,
sleeps dead and sweat-pooled. My steps grin on the pine needles and I
need no breadcrumbs, never needed breadcrumbs, north into the forest, the
wood, the thicket of breath and branches that pricks my skull hours on hours,
that tangles my lungs in sap and sweet. It is not that I remember where it is,
but my feet have learned no other path than this, this crow-hung track slinking
through the dark. They turn and point with the eagerness of a girl in pigtails,
a girl in braids, a girl with ribbons streaming like oaths behind her.
- Catherynne M. Valente, "Bones Like Black Sugar"
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| By Heidi Hanninen |
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| By Marie Josee |
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| By Katerina Chadoulou |
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| By Patrick Sheehan |
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| By An |
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| By Igor Burlakov |
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| By Tori |
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| By Elisa Moriconi |
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| By Jason Juta |
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