August 26, 2018

EC FILM CLUB - 4 Cinderella Movies We Can Watch Over & Over...

Welcome to the EC Film Club
This month's feature:
Hi all! Not only does EC love reading fairy tales, folktales, and myths, but we also love the many films they inspire. So, we put the call out on Twitter for people to share some of their favorite fairy tale movies this month, and we want to thank everyone who responded!

This month, we're featuring live-action CINDERELLA FILMS based on the recommendations of:

The classic tale of the kind-hearted girl of the cinders, her fairy godmother, glass slippers, a ball, and a happily ever after has been adapted many times in both live-action and animated versions. 

So, here's four live-action flicks 
we can watch over and over...
Ever After: A Cinderella Story (1998)
This adaptation of Cinderella treats the tale as historical fiction set in Renaissance-era France, and uniquely includes some real-life historical figures of the time.

After the death of her French nobleman father, Danielle de Barbarac (Drew Barrymore) is treated as a servant by her cold and unloving stepmother (Angelica Huston) and stepsisters. However, Danielle remains strong, kind, and resourceful, and the intellectual equal of any prince, including the philosophical Prince Henry (Dougray Scott.) 

In this story, the fairy godmother is replaced by artist/inventor Leonardo da Vinci (Patrick Godfrey) in Danielle's life. But, even though magic is replaced by science, isn't falling in love, in and of itself, magical?

And everything about this film is magical...


Cinderella (2015)
Inspired, in part, by Disney's animated classic, Cinderella, this live-action reimagining of the fairy tale stays true to the core of the story. 

Although this is not a musical, like its animated counterpart, it has all the characters you loved or loved-to-hate from the 1950 film: Ella (Lily James,) Lady Tremaine (Cate Blanchett,) Drisella (Sophie McShera) & Anastasia (Holliday Grainger,) the Fairy Godmother (Helena Bonham Carter,) the Prince (Richard Madden,) and of course, Jaq and Gus Gus, along with glass slippers, a pumpkin carriage, a magical ball, and the girl with the pure heart who gets her happily ever after.

This gorgeous production is pure fantasy fun. 

The Royal Ball

The Slipper and the Rose (1976)
Why is it that the story of Cinderella lends itself so well to musicals? This musical adaptation also has all the main story points of the fairy tale, with Cinderella (Gemma Craven) serving her stepmother and stepsisters, but this film also focuses on the prince's side of things.

In the kingdom of Euphrania, Prince Edward (Richard Chamberlain) must marry, but he wants to marry for love, not merely a political alliance to avoid war in the future. A bride-finding ball is organized, and after Cinderella's Fairy Godmother (Annette Crosbie) gets her ready with a new dress and a song, the Prince and Cinderella meet...and music fills the air.

Cinderella's Transformation

Rodgers & Hammerstein's
Cinderella (1997)
This made-for-TV movie musical broke viewership records when it debuted on The Wonderful World of Disney in 1997. So many girls grew up with this version of Cinderella on video, and it is still just straight up fun with it's memorable score by Rodgers and Hammerstein. 

Cinderella (Brandy Norwood,) works tirelessly for her cruel stepmother (Bernadette Peters) and stepsisters until her Fairy Godmother (Whitney Houston) sings the catchiest Fairy Godmother song ever in "Impossible/It's Possible," and helps Cinderella get to the Royal Ball, where the prince of her dreams will change her life.

Wonderful music and performances to remember. A magical film all the way around.

Impossible/It's Possible

And we have a real treat:
If you liked these films or have suggestions for other fairy tale or folktale films to be included in future posts, let us know in the Comments section below. If you leave a comment, you're officially in the Film Club!

EC would also like to give a shout-out to these Twitter followers who shared some of their favorite movies with us. We will be featuring all the films they suggested in the coming months, so check them out on Twitter!

August 17, 2018

SATURDAY TALE - La Luna by Liam Hogan

Between Night and Day,
two mighty monarchs fell helplessly in love...
Once, the King of the Night and the Queen of the Day shared the narrowest of borders, a mere moment wide.

As they exchanged passing pleasantries across that knife-sharp boundary, a shooting star arrested them in its spectacular demise. In the fading afterglow the Queen noticed, for the first time, that the King’s black cloak was studded with sparkling gems. The King looked past the Queen’s gown of startling blue and saw that it was softened by a shawl of softly spun cloud.

In that instant between Night and Day, these two mighty monarchs fell helplessly in love.

Exactly a year later the Queen gave birth to two beautiful babies, a boy and a girl. The boy was smoke skinned, dark haired, Kohl-eyed, lips like bruises. They called him, Dusk. His sister was fair haired, pale eyed, her cheeks a delicate blush of pink. The doting parents named her, Dawn.

But the King of the Night had a kingdom to rule, the Queen of the Day her lands and people to protect. They could not neglect their regal duties, not even for a single pirouette of the Earth around the Sun. In which of their kingdoms would the children be raised? In the Kingdom of the Night, or in that of the Day? Which of the two monarchs would be left bereft, totally alone, for their newborns could not bear to be parted?

These thoughts plagued what should have been a joyous occasion as they wrestled with the impossible choice.

Desperate, the King asked his most trusted advisor to find another way.

At her wits’ end, the Queen asked her most trusted advisor for some other solution.

“Your Majesty,” the advisor said after a moment’s careful consideration. “There is one wise woman who might be able to help. Though I fear she will demand a hefty price.”
The Queen/King shook their head. “Anything. I’ll pay anything!”
The advisor bowed. “Then I’ll write down her address.”

The lanes were a warren of narrow alleyways, the buildings slumped together, crowding out the sky. Shrouded shops sold mysterious potions, deadly poisons, and dark secrets. As the King/Queen made the last turn indicated on the advisor’s map, they looked up to see the sign that hung there.
A flat disk swayed above their head. A disk cut into two, one half painted black, the other bright silver.
Ancient memory chased a shiver down the Queen/King’s neck. With tremulous hands they pushed the creaking door open. And there the wise woman stood, peering sternly at him, at her, seeing through them, reminding them of the promises they had made and long ago broken.
The King coughed in embarrassment.
The Queen blushed.
“La Luna...?” they said, wondering how a youthful love could wax and wane and be so utterly forgotten.
“Your Majesty,” the wise woman inclined her head. For a moment, the King/Queen hoped that she, too, had buried their shared past. But one glance at those gray eyes told them otherwise.
Haltingly, they told the wise woman of their problem. Wincing at each mention of a love that had bloomed so fiercely, that had resulted in the birth of their adorable twins, that might remind La Luna of another, earlier love, gone stale.
Surely that was long enough ago? Surely time had healed the wounds, and look! here La Luna was, alive and well, if a little thin, a little greyer, a little more reluctant to smile.
There was a long silence as the Queen/King drew to a stuttering close. The wise woman traced a finger in delicate patterns across the smooth surface of her writing desk, a pattern that raised goose-bumps on the Queen’s flesh, that tugged at the King’s loins.
“What if I told you that you could both spend equal time with your children? For that, would you be willing to give up a portion of your vast territory?”
The King clenched his jaw.
The Queen’s fingers curled into a ball.
“Oh, not for me,” the wise woman quickly added, resting a hand on the monarch’s arm, the touch cold but familiar. “For your children, for Dusk, for Dawn. A small sacrifice, a tiny portion, no more perhaps than an hour?”
The King considered this. To give up some of the Night, so that they might all be together.
The Queen thought. To give up part of the Day, so that they could be a happy family?
They both nodded.
The wise woman raised her knife, a foot-long kukri, a fat crescent of curved silver, and sliced.
The King never knew that he shared a lover with the Queen, that both of them had once made promises to La Luna, only to break them as she ebbed and flowed around them.
The Queen never fully understood why the wise woman cheated them so.
For while the King and the Queen now spent equal time with each of their children, in that uncertain period between night and day, day and night, that fuzzy no-man’s land that now stretched between their Kingdoms, they no longer shared even the briefest of moments with each other. Night and Day could never touch again.
But La Luna is even crueler a mistress than that. Because the twins were also rent asunder. Dusk would never again see his sister Dawn, Dawn would never again see her brother, Dusk.
The children were young, unable to fully understand their loss. The pain has settled over the intervening years. But the birds still remember when it was fresh, still mimic the infants’ anguished wails. The mournful lament of the owls as night descends, the strident cries of the rooster as day begins. The birds remember the hard wrench of their infant separation, even if the twins, grown now, have half forgotten and are cursed by their envious parents for having done so.
High above them all, La Luna mournfully rises and falls, watching. Saying nothing.
Liam Hogan is an Oxford Physics graduate and award winning London based writer. His short story "Ana", appears in Best of British Science Fiction 2016 (NewCon Press) and his twisted fantasy collection, "Happy Ending Not Guaranteed", is published by Arachne Press. Find out more at, or tweet @LiamJHogan

Cover: Amanda Bergloff


August 14, 2018

FAIRY TALE FLASH - Braids by Amanda Bergloff

The tale of a shortcut, 
a witch, 
and braids...
Once, there were three sisters with braids the color of summer wheat who went to gather herbs far from home. Their mother told them to stay on the main path, but the sisters chose to take a shortcut that would allow them to be home before dark.

Soon, they came to a bridge over a cascading stream that a hairless witch guarded.

The youngest sister, Charity, walked ahead of her two sisters.

“Wait here. I will call to you when it is your turn to cross the bridge,” she said.

Charity approached the witch. “Will you allow me to cross your bridge, so that I can get home before dark?” Charity asked.

The hairless witch shook her head. “No, for I am in need of hair, and your golden braid would be perfect for my head.”

“But my braid is not very long. If you allow me to cross the bridge, I will call to my sister, Emyme, that the way is safe. She has longer braids than mine that will surely fit your head better.”

The witch nodded and let Charity cross the bridge. When she was on the other side, Charity called to her sister, Emyme.

The witch stopped Emyme at the bridge and admired Emyme’s longer braids that reached all the way down her back.

“If you allow me to cross your bridge, witch, I will call to my sister, Brita, that the way is safe. Her braids are so long, they are piled up on top of her head just so she can walk without tripping on them.”

The witch nodded and let Emyme cross the bridge. When she was on the other side, Emyme called to her sister, Brita.

The hairless witch’s eyes grew big as saucers as Brita approached, for her braids were indeed piled high on her head.

Charity and Emyme watched Brita from the other side of the bridge and yelled, “Brita, let your braids down!”

And Brita did. Her braids dropped to the ground so hard, it shook, and the witch was knocked into the cascading stream, never to be heard from again.

However, it took Charity and Emyme many hours to pile Brita’s braids back up onto her head, so they could continue walking home. Their shortcut made them reach their home long after dark, and the three sisters wished they had stayed on their original path.

Special Thanks to Charity Tahmaseb, Marcia Sherman aka Emyme, and Brita Long for supporting EC.

Amanda Bergloff writes modern fairy tales, folktales, and speculative fiction. Her work has appeared in various anthologies, including Frozen Fairy Tales, After the Happily Ever After, and Uncommon Pet Tales.
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August 3, 2018

AUGUST 2018 ISSUE - Table of Contents

Enchanted Conversation Magazine
presents the
AUGUST 2018 Issue
This month, we're featuring eight original tales that will take you on a journey from Paris to Zimbabwe to Las Vegas, England, Japan, and islands in the Azores...and beyond.

How do you find the store that always has your heart's desire?
Can stage magic be any match to real magic and deals that are made?
When a witch wants payment for services rendered, can a father refuse her high price?
What happens when a sharp lad meets someone sharper?
Plus more tales to enjoy on a late summer's day!

Eventually, it will come out -
the thing his heart is calling for
that only the Artifactium can provide...
Rebecca Buchanan

The girl's happy childhood came to an end
when the muroyi declared, "As my payment,
I shall take the daughter- a life for a life...”
DJ Tyrer

Stage magic is smoke, mirrors, and sleight of hand,
but the little man showed up at 3am and offered
his deal- and I didn't see any other choice...
Robert Allen Lupton

The creature was waiting for him. It grinned at
the boy while its black eyes silently mocked him...
Kelly Evans

The story of a sharp lad 
who met someone sharper...
zteve t evans

Long ago, humans saw her as a goddess,
an intelligence watching over them.
She missed that...
Joanna Z. Weston

Sensible girls did not go out to the merfolk.
It wasn’t safe. Everyone knew that.
But Mai watched them and wondered...
J.S. Rogers

Others have tried to solve this mystery and failed-
You have 3 nights to discover my daughters’ secret...
Christina Ruth Johnson

to the written works in this issue belong to the individual authors.

EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Amanda Bergloff   CONTRIBUTING EDITORS Kiyomi Appleton Gaines - William Gilmer - A.M. Offenwanger  VISUAL ARTS EDITOR Craig Gassen  COVER LAYOUTS Amanda Bergloff