A while back, we asked readers to share their fairy tales by posting a comment that finished the phrase, "Once upon a time..."
In exchange, we'd choose one winner to receive a gorgeous signed and numbered lithograph from beloved artist Camille Rose Garcia (whose most recent book is the Powells.com bestseller Alice's Adventures in Wonderland) — and five runners-up who would receive a tote bag with Garcia's Alice design on the front.
The response was greater than we could have imagined — 149 fairy tales to choose from!
Thanks to everyone who entered for taking us on a magical journey. Alas, only one entry can win, and here it is:
Poppet (Randberg, South Africa)
Once upon a time... he caught my hand and warped my mind, he said he would be exquisitely kind. He led me down the path, and through the garden gate, by then — t'was too late. He sliced me with the razor, for me to bleed, t’was ink from my veins, his quill did need.
Congratulations, Poppet — we hope you enjoy the lithograph! And here are the lucky runners-up:
Star (Dahlonega, GA)
Once upon a time... the revolution was upon us and the cats prowling the streets for tuna. Mice engaged in guerilla-style ambushes while dogs cavorted in dim speakeasies over gin. Goldfish manipulated the stock market and ferrets looted every IKEA, a shambles of Scandinavian design. Finally, they banned moose and elk from Starbucks.
Riley (Blanchard, ID)
Once upon a time... there was a man with no shoes. Who danced to the tune that any should choose. He dove on the grass and wove through the trees. A pleasant performer, eager to please. Till one day he stepped upon a nail, thus ending this whimsical tale.
Brian (Portland, OR)
Once upon a time... in the land of doppelgangers a poor soul searched for his own. Prowling the streets, howling at the moon, for eighteen years to no avail. Despairingly, he visited a clairvoyant. Amalda pointed him to the third stall of the carnival midway. Never again did he leave the hall of mirrors.
Heidi (Madras, OR)
Once upon a time… a foolish woman danced with the rain, sliding between the fat, wet drops. It was never wise to frolic in this way, when dark things stir and the wary forget their place. Wrapped in her abandon, she did not see the skeletal hand, open and grasping.
Sara (Portland, OR)
Once upon a time... it was ever-September in Portland, Oregon. Rain only fell when people were sleeping and birds could speak in human tongues. Bicycles rode themselves up hills and food carts were open 24/7. The city’s roses were shades of blue and their donuts shaped like roller skates.
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