Wicked Grim Stories

Category: Fairytales

  • Why People in “Blue Zones” Live Longer Than the Rest of the World 🥗🫒🚴‍♀️

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    Blue Zones are geographic areas with lower rates of chronic diseases and a longer life expectancy. These regions have captured the attention of researchers and health enthusiasts due to the remarkable longevity of their inhabitants. Here are some key points about Blue Zones: 1. Origins of the Term: 2. Known Blue Zones: 3. Factors Associated…

  • Three Objects I Need

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    What are three objects you couldn’t live without? Without my glasses, my world would be a blurry adventure where cereal boxes transform into classic novels, and navigating through the day would be like wandering through a whimsical, foggy dream. My trusty brush is my morning savior, taming my hair from a wild horror film look…

  • The Ghosts of 60: Why Saying Goodbye to My Fifties Was So Hard

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    Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to. We often mark milestones in life with celebration, a looking forward to new chapters. But sometimes, the passage of time brings with it a weight, a melancholy that can linger longer than the birthday cake. For me, that weight settled in as I…

  • Zoya and the Sky Doodles

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    Zoya loved watching the kites dance in the sky. They twisted and twirled, flipping in the wind like colorful birds with tails of ribbons. Every weekend, the neighborhood children gathered in the large field behind Evans Stadium, sending their kites soaring as the wind carried them higher and higher. Zoya wanted to fly a kite…

  • The Unstoppable Adventures of Sir Snugglepuff and the Magical Meatball

    The Unstoppable Adventures of Sir Snugglepuff and the Magical Meatball

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    Part 1: The Magical Meatball and the Giant Shadow In the heart of a quiet living room, behind the leg of a wobbly coffee table, lay the proud kingdom of Tuffetonia. To most humans, it looked like an ordinary cardboard castle with tissue-paper banners fluttering in the breeze of an old ceiling fan. But to…

  • A Stark Reflection: The Season Finale of The Penguin

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    In the season finale of The Penguin, directed by Jennifer Getzingerand written by Lauren LeFranc, the artistry on display transcends mere visual pleasure, intertwining beauty with a narrative that disrupts our thought processes and compels us to confront uncomfortable truths. The series doesn’t merely depict the writer’s imagination; it holds a mirror up to the…

  • Weaving a Modern Tapestry of Fairytales for Black Audiences

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    Once upon an app, in a realm where TikTok ruled, there emerged a captivating fairytale that deftly intertwined the familiar and the novel, blurring the lines between nostalgia, modernity, and the complexities of Black identity. **A Twist on ‘Cinderella’:** Exchanging the classic glass slipper for a designer sneaker, this modern-day Cinderella, named Cinder, finds herself…

  • Whispers to the Divine

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    In the quiet corners of her room, she sits, Advanced years etched upon her skin, A tapestry of memories woven with threads of time, And in the hush of twilight, she begins. “Are You there?” she asks, her voice a fragile echo, Her hands clasped, knuckles like ancient roots, The ceiling, a canvas for her…

  • Little Sandy and the Big Wolf

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    The narrative unfolds with Sandy, a restless teenager finding herself alone at home and yearning for something more than the mundane solitude of her surroundings. Feeling an inexplicable pull towards her grandmother’s secluded abode nestled in the heart of the dense woods, Sandy makes a spontaneous decision to embark on a journey without seeking permission…

  • The Wolf: Origin and Victims

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    The wolf, a majestic yet fearsome predator, had always been a creature of darkness, its sleek form blending seamlessly with the shadows that danced amidst the dense foliage of the ancient woods. With a primal instinct honed over generations, it prowled silently through the moonlit glades, seeking out unsuspecting young humans who dared to venture…