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Submitted by Lilah Wynter

Rewrite a fairy tale, but show how the magic within could be explained by science or technology.

For example, maybe Cinderella’s gown and carriage are nanotech creations that dissolve when their power runs out at midnight.

Snow White And Social Media

The evil queen stared at the mirror mirror on the wall. She asked the screen who is the fairest of them all?

Using her face as a login tool, the mirror mirror on the wall opened up the evil queen's TikTok account. 300 million folllowes and 70 billion likes. The evil queen was the top TikTok influencer in all the land. Her TikTok account was filled with expensive clothes, luxury vacations, fine din...

The Ballistic Missile of Fa Mulan

Fa Mulan was not interested in honor. She wanted a paycheck. Her father, Fa Zhou, was a broken man. Not from war wounds, but from chronic musculoskeletal degeneration. His body was failing. The Emperor's decree for one man per family was a death sentence for him, and thus, a logistical nightmare for Mulan.


She stole his gear. The steel helmet and leather armor were clunky, ancient tech. Mulan kne...

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Snow White And The Ambien Apple

Her stepdaughter worked far too hard. Most women had enough to do with one man to cook and clean and care for, but she had seven. Seven! It was simply seven too many. And all seven had complex medical needs due to dwarfism, can you imagine. One of them was in intensive therapy for his anger issues. Another had a horrendous sneezing condition. She was always toting them to and from appointments and...

Pan

Peter Pan

Not a fan

Didn’t fly

Not in the sky

He flew on a string

Didn’t have wings

As for fighting hook

He’s more of a crook

Like Robin Hood

But Pan’s no good

He and his friend Wendy

Or was she Cindy?

Doesn’t matter

Like the Mad Hatter...

Aliens At The Picnic

As berry juice ran down her chin, his fake fiancée launched into a serious discourse on the role of alien technology in archetypal folklore. Not the typical conversation for a romantic picnic on the palatial estate. Despite himself, Swenn studied her magenta stained lips. Dido paused to suck sticky juice from a fingertip.


“What? You disagree. I’ll have you know my thesis was well received. I wa...

Autumn

Daisy flew as fast as she could to Timber Hills. Zipping past rooftops with chimneys bellowing out smoke, trees at their highest peaks of green and feeling the crisp air breezing her amber hair in the wind. Her golden wings are strong and a smile hasn’t left her face since leaving Charlie standing in her sparkling dust.


Daisy and Charlie are the best of friends. “If I don’t leave now, I’m going...

A Court of Robots and Roses

There’s a weird tension in the castle today. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was being kept away from the library by Beast’s meticulously curated, robotically animated furniture.


That was a culture shock I had to get past quickly.


It was almost more startling than stumbling into this desolate, forbidden land and trading places with my bumbling father in the dungeon.


I don’t blame Be...

The 39 Daughters

When the king of the dark kingdom heard from his youngest of 40 daughters, the snitch, that they were plotting to kill their husbands, he sent the other 39 daughters off in a boat, with no oars and no sails, no food, just a sentence - EXILE.


When the boat eventually hit the shores of Albion, the daughters were starved and dehydrated, and ate and drank whatever they found.


But soon, they because ...

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Grandmecha

Ruby knocked on her grandmother’s door, her red hood wet from the rain. Droplets of water glistened on her basket of bread and wine.


“Come in,” a raspy voice answered.


Ruby entered the hut. A distant whirring, like static, filled the air. The vibration resonated in her hair, making her shudder.


“Come here, my dear…” At the end of the hallway, light shone from the bedroom. Ruby followed the voic...

Sleeping In Class

The woman stood with unmatched regality before her bathroom mirror, checking for any spots or blemishes and smiling satisfied when she realised she was still perfect as ever.


*Knock*


The sound rapped against the door.


“Yes? What is it my dear?”


The door creaked open just a little and in stepped a small girl no older than around seven.


“What’s wrong sweetheart?” The woman turned to face her...

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