It was not my fault. I was hungry. We were poor folk. My mother and I worked very hard to make ends meet. Once winter had passed, t...

The tale of a shortcut,  a witch,  and braids... Once, there were three sisters with braids the color of summer wheat who went to...

I was hoping she’d exhibit more of my attributes when she hit adolescence ... “Really Sandy? You expect me to eat that?...

No one asks what the fairy godmother wants, what's in it for her... A hundred girls. A hundred wishes. A hundred ...

We've got 2 tales for today's Fairy Tale Flash... First, they catch her in a net. She lets them. Their wide e...