I cut my teeth on fairy tales, I devoured them, and as I grew older, those pretty enamelled surfaces started to flake away to show the iron bones and the rusted blood underneath.
Fairy tales fascinate me. Their simplicity lends them to being ripped apart and reconstructed. They speak to us in garish images, in reds and blacks and whites, in sly winks and sharpened teeth.
Some of you may have even read the wonderful and utterly disturbing collection of retellings put together by Karen Berheimer, My Mother She Killed me, My Father He Ate Me. (And if you haven’t, go read. Absolutely wonderful.)
So why exactly am I going on about fairy tale retellings? If you’re a South African between the ages of 14 and 17, I want to see your retellings. Along with the wonderful S.A. Partridge and Byron Loker, I’ll be judging the entries for Short Story Day Africa. (All details at the link.) If you know anything about me, you know I’m all for twisty and dark, so hit me with your weird, and we’re looking forward to seeing what you put together for us.
Write an original reimagined fairy tale, myth, legend or fable and you could win fantastic fiction titles from NB Publishers for yourself and your school library. Word limit between 500 – 1200 words.