Growing up, I always thought of a fairytale as something sacred and something gentle. The girl begins the story with the tragedy of her life, for example, the stepmother uses her as a slave or the parents abandoned her and her brother in the woods. Then the story proceeds to talk about how much she wishes she could have another life, the most deserving girl finally catching a break. Something spectacular happens and she then lives happily ever after. That is what a fairytale mean to me and what they all resemble to me. However, people can change these stories with just a pencil and a piece of paper. One small sentence changed in the beginning and all of the sudden the story end in horror and dismay. Between rape, death, and kidnapping these rewritten fairytales have been changed to the point of no return once you read them. “I can’t stand the fierce seduction a moment more --- that thick, dark pelt of sable hair and scarlet hood hiding the heat of your throbbing pulse from my ears, mouth and eyes. I can’t bear the torment, the bliss, and …show more content…
In the story I remember being “The Little Red Riding Hood”, the little girl would wander through We have the “Little Red Cap”, “Little Red Hat”, “Little Red Riding Hood” and “The Grandmother’s Tale” as prime examples of horrors in fairy tales. In one story, the little girl was made to eat her own grandmother’s flesh and drink her blood, while in another story the little girl had to strip completely naked for the wolf and lie in bed with him. “He perished in my second birthing, in my learning of the purest heresy of blood and guts. Now I keep my strangers strained, but sometimes even the moon looks like a man in a dress.” (Daly 1) this phrase comes from “Red Riding Hood Had a Pretty Good Time with the Wolf”, another gruesome version of the original “Little Red Riding