Featured Author: Christine Haggerty

Originally posted on The Weaving Word:


Why Fairy Tales?
by Christine Haggerty

Yeah, yeah. Fairy tales have been done before.

A lot.

So why did I jump on that over-filled train and do it again? Retell a fairy tale? Especially since most of them don’t even have any fairies in them?

Because I can. And it’s fun.

And humans, those beings who buy and read books, can’t seem to stop reading them. So, as long as I’m having fun, I’m going to write them.

Fairy tales have some kind of effect on our subconscious existence. They spring from our souls. I would like to argue that fairy tales are particularly embedded in Western culture, but did you know there is a Cinderella story in every culture in the world? The dates for these stories’ origins prove that these stories do not exist because groups of people traveled and shared them. These Cinderella stories originated in every…

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Jack Spratt

Jack Spratt could eat no fat

His wife could eat no lean

Consuming stupid school girls

They licked each femur clean

Jack ate all the thin

Joan ate all the plump

Taking girls into the woods

Their bones put in a stump

Jack Spratt chewed away

His wife smacked her lips

The sheriff they did miss

Hands upon his hips

Says Jack, “It’s not my fault!”

Then Joan did reply

“I was not the one

who brought them by and by!”

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A Midwinter Sellsword Release

midwintercoverfinal A sellsword is lured into the daunting political games within Hawkhurst. How many people will he will have to kill to keep his own secrets hidden and to escape the city?

The first short story in the Hawkhurst Saga is NOW available on Amazon Kindle.


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Binding Love

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You did not listen, helpless soul, when I said,

“Look out, or you’ll be snagged,
You childish thing, if you dance near her hand!”

Didn’t I caution you?

And now the snare is sprung.
To struggle is wholly hopeless.

Love has bound your tapping feet,
Kept you from twirling, twisting, without flow, to and fro,
Chained your ankle prettily, a decorated trinket,

To be displayed as a static trophy.


[A favorite that I posted a little over a year ago. Wanted to share again.]