Hell's Press

01/16/2024

01/16/2024

https://www.amazon.com/Dark-Twisted-Fairy-Tales-Adults/dp/1738132285

Review!

Dark & Twisted Fairy Tales for Adults: A Classic Collection of Dark, Deranged, and Intriguing Fairy Tales Retold

10/29/2023

Piper! My friend, the time has come to tell your tale of woe. It’s you we wait for, you we love, for you will steal the show. For you the laurel wreaths are woven, on you the crown bestow. It’s you we trust to judge us, for moral value you do know.

Piper isn’t very lenient, he does not forgive. Unlike most the men among us, he is not a moral sieve. He won’t sit by and let it happen, with compromise can’t live. Some will say he goes to far, his justice worse than crime. Perched atop a moral ladder none but he can climb. Yet climb you will throughout his story, cross his fairie rhyme.

Piper comes with vengeance and there’s nought to do but pray. Doomed you are before you know it when the Piper starts to play. He will serve the final course, the final dragon slay. Just an hour within these pages ends the fairie tale array.

10/29/2023

Dare you, now, to block my path! To stand within my way! I am free, as free can be, and I will not delay. Time is rushing past the while, we’re caught among the sway as violent powers push and pull us, powers we can’t see or weigh. Enough obstruction I must fight lest I should sadly go astray. You, good sir, with rules to follow are unwelcome, a putrid, cursed, hell-sent bouquet.

A monopoly on use of force the modern state does claim. Don’t worry so, don’t make a fuss, don’t tyranny proclaim. It’s good for you, we’re fair and just, protection is our aim. Just in case the others listen, we really ought to take your name. If trouble comes and does you harm, you’ve only but yourself to blame.

I’m suffocating on the floor, a boot upon my throat. What led us to this darkened place? What policy? What vote? Who is to blame for all the ills? What is the antidote? The laws that give these men their power, which evil hand has wrote? Answers have I not, but heed the wisdom of my brother goat.

Sometimes all we need is courage so that we may face our fear. Do we have it? Deep inside us? When we need it will that spine appear? How much longer will they haunt us? Must we to their laws adhere? The choice is ours, were we to take it, all their power is veneer. In your posture to their bearing I urge you please do not revere. They are men and they are flawed, they aren’t your masters, this is clear. Freedom is for those who take it, when you see it give a cheer.

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Puss is not a kitty that is meek and tame and mild. Cunning and deceitful, cruel, erratic, playful, wild, but not without appeal and charm, not from our hearts exiled. Puss sees what’s before him and the tools he has on hand. He’s perceptive and he’s capable, his every step is planned. Mistakes this Puss won’t make after he’s sure the lay of the land.

A Prince there was within a tale that once became a frog. Cast, he was, by Nuck herself into a fearful bog. Fallen much in stature now, from Prince to lowly cog within a social hierarchy, oppressed in evil’s fog. Does he learn his lesson from his hard and luckless fate? Will his curse by love’s first kiss withdraw, conclude, abate? Until you’ve reached the end, my friend, your hunger will not sate.

Tales they are of joy and fun, to pass a happy hour. A pleasant place, it is to be, within the fairie tower. For there we find the repose to expose our thinking power.

10/29/2023

Cinderella is a belle we’ve heard of oft before. Her fairie tale is canon, vital, some would say the core. Beautiful, and moral too, an orphan, maid, and more. Her perfect victim nature only serves to make me snore.
Ella, lass, look what they’ve done to gussy up your name. And now you’re on the poster and they’ve painted you in fame. You’re helpless on your own, they say, forlorn, polite and tame. Seeing what they’ve done to you I’m filled with nought but shame.

I’ll admit that Ella has some etiquette and grace. They compliment her figure well, below a pretty face. But a model for behaviour? No! A martyr we embrace? Fortune comes to rescue you and deck you out in lace? I’m glad I’m here to tell you all that that’s just not the case. Ella’s coming back today to take her rightful place.

She endured a childhood cursed by Nuck’s own bony touch, and you’re telling me a girl like that requires a fairie crutch? A deal she makes, a bargain, compact, treaty, an accord. Fairies play in harmony to Cinderella’s chord. An Ella independent rises now to be adored. In tune she is with fate. Let revenge be her reward.

10/29/2023

Integrity is rare these days, extinguished from our thoughts. Everyone’s deluded, our opinions can be bought. Draped in webs of media, each one of us is caught. Attention wants opinion and we parrot what we’re taught. Naught one in nine of common men his own opinion sought by digging for some evidence, for knowledge truly fought. I am appalled, I am aghast at what our ignorance has wrought.

Our ignorance, though, is not the problem, will not do us in. It’s a simple indication of a good place to begin to search for answers to our questions, arrows pointing long and thin. Ignorance is solvable, it’s not our cardinal sin. The problem in our character is our dignity’s thin skin.

Momotaro, from our social norms he lives his life apart. Our governments would vilify this fairie work of art. One man alone, his morals chose? That puts the horse before the cart! Follow rules we set for you or kindly, please depart. Kick him out! The rebel. You can’t have principles a la carte. Collectively we set the rules, ignoring each man’s heart. Best not ruffle Momo though, lest his justice he imparts.

10/29/2023

Thinks he ready for the world, the child becomes a man. Mature beyond his years, face the evil this child can. Shorten will he, for his pride, the length of his lifespan. Were he wise the child would stay within the safety of his clan.

But off he goes to stake his claim, announce his name, and fly his flag. Ill prepared is he, he knows it not, we hear him brag. See now, he will show you all the tools within his bag. His impudence he pays for, shocked he is at life’s price tag.

Roaming through the forest is a predator with guile. He lurks in hidden corners, waiting, watching all the while. Your innocence and ignorance brings about his smile. He is lean and taut and hungry, his intentions cruel and vile. Beware, his morals differ, sacred cows he will defile. The wolf within us all will not suffer your denial.

10/29/2023

It’s time to meet a character, long lost, forgot, obscured. I serve her, for I must. I write, into her web you’re lured. Tortures most unspeakable within are oft endured. Meet her at your peril. She’s only for the most matured, for in her sight the darkness of your fate is quite assured.

Nuck, she is, an evil pure, for our world she’s taken form. Wither where she goes quickly follows her a swarm of poisoned pixie creatures raining down within a storm. Where is blessed order she will blight, upset, transform. All our plans she lays to ruin, all our hopes she will deform.

The good against her background stands out clear in sharp contrast. Her background reaches everywhere, for the reach of Nuck is vast. Careful what you touch when Nuck’s about, her bait is cast. Here within these pages, face to face she is at last.

10/29/2023

Little Red and Bo are not the women that you know. You think you’ve met, perhaps before, in childhood, maybe so. But spin, we do, through space and time, we’re never going back. The Fairie Tales grew mouldy, in neglect they’ve gathered plaque. While you were busy elsewhere, all their hearts have turned to black.

Return once more from whence you came, remember what you’ve lost. Observe now what has happened, what your negligence has cost. Bo is digging men for gold, and Red is getting sauced. Prepare for unexpected moral boundaries being crossed.

Lightning struck me in the head, unlocked me with a key. And now I receive messages from rock and air and tree. But am I free to share my thoughts? to say the things I see? Is our speech unshackled in today’s society?

10/29/2023

This is for you, the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the reader with a sweet tooth, or an odd proclivity. We yearn for entertainment, and I’m here for you to serve. A tale to pass away an hour, if you like a moral curve. What some see as bent is straight, if you have eyes like mine. I see a house that tilts a bit, and I think that it’s just fine.

Our Fairie Tales are watered down, as at our pearls we clutch. All our pigments turn to brown, lest we offend too much. I’ve come with colours from the sun to wash our stagnant skies, and clear up all the misconceptions, fibs and outright lies. See us for the first time now, as we really are. We’re wicked, good and in between, some are quite bizarre. Even I, a moral grey, do think they’ve gone too far.