You burned my goat skin, charred my soul, and wedded me to your son. None asked which of my dreams had turned to ash. You feasted upon my beauty.
Dine on poisoned pies and drink. With bated breathe I wait.
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
Leave your fear of the dark at the door, suspend your disbelief and come on in...
Writer and procrastinator
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Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
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This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
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I love how you leaned into the more sinister aspects of the tale. I’m not quite sure the title’s doing it for me – it seems to imply that she’s being corrupted by their influence rather than what’s actually happening in the story. That is, I know she “changed” because of what they did, but did she really? Or was this always her personality and they simply imposed a narrative on her?
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Happy that you liked it! There is darkness in me… ๐
Ah, I see your point about the title — it can be ambiguous. I hand’t considered that. For me I see “corruption” in two forms: the harm done to her by those more powerful (corruption of body, mind, and soul), and the corruption of the food by the goat girl. It is interesting to wonder if she had always been dark, but in the original tale she tried to run away by ruse without harming anyone — so I am leaning towards “no, she was not inherently murderous.”
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Yeah once I had read the story I saw where you were going with it, but I came in expecting something different (and frankly was deeply relieved)
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I’ll take it ๐
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I like the dark approach to this. ๐
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