Rapunzel
Once upon a time, blah blah blah witch took Rapunzel and locked her in a tower, witch leaves, prince comes, prince can’t figure out how to get into tower, witch comes back, prince hides, witch says “Rapunzel let down your hair” the deed is done, the next day the witch leaves as always, prince says, Rapunzel let down your hair, he climbs up, he leaves before witch returns, witch returns, witch knows someone else has been in the tower so to punish Rapunzel for being with a man she cuts her hair off and sends her to the middle of no where, the next day the prince comes back says you know,the witch throws down Rapunzel’s hair when the prince enters the tower the witch blinds him and sends he to wander the desert for eternity in one version that’s it in another Rapunzel and the prince somehow find each other when she asks how he got there and blinded he says it was the witch, she cries and her tears fall in his eyes one for each eye and boom he can see again they find their way back to the tower and kill the witch.

Snow White
the only difference about this story that I know of is the evil queen doesn’t come once in our high school’s play she comes twice but she really comes to visit Snow 3 times. Once with a magic corset that constricts and breaks her ribs, the second time she comes and brings a poisoned comb when put in her hair she falls ill, and finally of course the poisoned apple.

Blue Beard
Once upon a time there was a king who had a blue tinted beard and many wives. To his misfortune when he would remarry his wife would end up dead faster than the marriage proposal. Soon it was a new year and another wife dead, but Bluebeard took another wife so there would be a queen for the kingdom. The girl was so happy she married Bluebeard but also missed her family. Her sister came to visit her one day and Bluebeard told her to spend a wee for he would be going on a long journey. The sister agreed and left to pack her things. Bluebeard called his wife to his carriage before he left and gave her a ring of keys. “These are the keys to every door in our castle.” he said. “You may enter any room except for the highest room in the tallest tower in the west wing.” She asked which key it was that opened that room so that she would now not to use it or enter the room. “This one, the smallest key on the ring”. They said their last goodbyes and he was gone. Now all the girl had to do was wait for her sister to return. Time seemed to pass what seemed like hours. Curiosity boiled in her and then she could stand it no more. After all this is her home too, what harm could come to her if she looked in a little room. The wife took out the key, put it in the lock,opened the door, and… there all around the room were Bluebeard’s dead wives. The wife was horrified and scared into shock, she screamed and ran to her room. Her sister tried to console her but there was nothing she could do. The next day the wife looked at the small key and noticed there was blood covering what had been put in the lock. Frantic, she tried to wipe the blood off of it, that didn’t work. She tried for hours and hours scrubbing the key but nothing would get the blood off. The next day Bluebeard was due home anytime and the girl was frightened at what he would do she decided to try one last night to get the blood off the key. The next morning when Bluebeard awoke he asked his wife for the key since it was missing off the ring. She said “I’m sorry I must have left it in my room.” She went to fetch the key and asked her sister when their brothers were coming to visit. The girl’s sister said she didn’t now but it was sometime soon. The girl then asked her sister to tell her when their brothers were coming right away. Bluebeard saw the key and screamed “You’ve been in that room! Now you must die!” She pleaded with her husband for her to just have 5 minutes left with her sister that’s all. Bluebeard agreed and the girl rushed to her room. “Have you seen our brothers at all?” The sister replied that she hadn’t. Bluebeard stormed in and dragged the girl up to the room and drew his sword. “For what you have done you must die!” At that moment the girl’s brothers came in and run him through with their swords. Bluebeard fell down dead.
THE END

And if you like fairy tales I recommend watching the tv series Once Upon A Time and the TV movie The 10th Kingdom, it was on when I was a kid and it’s a really good portrayal of fairy tales as if they all happened at the same time and in the same place and what not!

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house the whole darn family was drunk as a louse.The children were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that family services would find them there
Ma in her kerchief and me in my cap had just crashed after doing some smack.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter we crawled to the window to see what the matter.
We tore open the shutters and pulled back the sash and lo and behold there was our stash.
And out on the lawn what should appear but the local delivery man delivering more beer.
I will finish closer to Christmas.

ONCE upon a time there was a king who had a wife, whose name was Silver-tree, and a daughter, whose name was Gold-tree. On a certain day of the days, Gold-tree and Silver-tree went to a glen, where there was a well, and in it there was a trout.

Said Silver-tree, “Troutie, bonny little fellow, am not I the most beautiful queen in the world?”

“Oh indeed you are not.”

“Who then?”

“Why, Gold-tree, your daughter.”

Silver-tree went home, blind with rage. She lay down on the bed, and vowed she would never be well until she could get the heart and the liver of Gold-tree, her daughter, to eat. At nightfall the king came home, and it was told him that Silver-tree, his wife, was very ill. He went where she was, and asked her what was wrong with her.

“Oh! only a thing which you may heal if you like.”

“Oh! indeed there is nothing at all which I could do for you that I would not do.”

“If I get the heart and the liver of Gold-tree, my daughter, to eat, I shall be well.”

Now it happened about this time that the son of a great king had come from abroad to ask Gold-tree for marrying. The King now agreed to this, and they went abroad. The king then went and sent his lads to the hunting-hill for a he-goat, and he gave its heart and its liver to his wife to eat; and she rose well and healthy.

A year after this Silver-tree went to the glen, where there was the well in which there was the trout.

“Troutie, bonny little fellow,” said she, ” am not I the most beautiful queen in the world?”

“Oh! indeed you are not.”

“Who then?”

“Why, Gold-tree, your daughter.”

“Oh! well, it is long since she was living. It is a year since I ate her heart and liver.”

“Oh! indeed she is not dead. She is married to a great prince abroad.”

Silver-tree went home, and begged the king to put the long-ship in order, and said, “I am going to see my dear Gold-tree, for it is so long since I saw her.” The long-ship was put in order, and they went away. It was Silver-tree herself that was at the helm, and she steered the ship so well that they were not long at all before they arrived. The prince was out hunting on the hills. Gold-tree knew the long-ship of her father coming.

“Oh!” said she to the servants, “my mother is coming, and she will kill me.”

“She shall not kill you at all; we will lock you in a room where she cannot get near you.”

This is how it was done; and when Silver-tree came ashore, she began to cry out: “Come to meet your own mother, when she comes to see you,” Gold-tree said that she could not, that she was locked in the room, and that she could not get out of it.

“Will you not put out,” said Silver-tree, “your little finger through the keyhole, so that your own mother may give a kiss to it?” She put out her little finger, and Silver-tree went and put a poisoned stab in it, and Gold-tree fell dead.

When the prince came home, and found Gold-tree dead, he was in great sorrow, and when he saw how beautiful she was, he did not bury her at all, but he locked her in a room where nobody would get near her. In the course of time he married again, and the whole house was under the hand of this wife but one room, and he himself always kept the key of that room. On a certain day of the days he forgot to take the key with him, and the second wife got into the room. What did she see there but the most beautiful woman that she ever saw. She began to turn and try to wake her, and she noticed the poisoned stab in her finger. She took the stab out, and Gold-tree rose alive, as beautiful as she was ever. At the fall of night the prince came home from the hunting-hill, looking very downcast.

“What gift,” said his wife, “would you give me that I could make you laugh?”

“Oh! indeed, nothing could make me laugh, except Gold-tree were to come alive again.”

“Well, you’ll find her alive down there in the room.”

When the prince saw Gold-tree alive he made great rejoicings, and he began to kiss her, and kiss her, and kiss her. Said the second wife, “Since she is the first one you had it is better for you to stick to her, and I will go away.”

“Oh! indeed you shall not go away, but I shall have both of you.”

At the end of the year, Silver-tree went to the glen, where there was the well, in which there was the trout.

“Troutie, bonny little fellow,” said she, “am not I the most beautiful queen in the world?”

“Oh! indeed you are not.”

“Who then?”

“Why, Gold-tree, your daughter.”

“Oh! well, she is not alive. It is a year since I put the poisoned stab into her finger.”

“Oh! indeed she is not dead at all, at all.”

Silver-tree went home, and begged the king to put the long-ship in order, for that she was going to see her dear Gold-tree, as it was so long since she saw her. The long-ship was put in order, and they went away. It was Silver-tree herself that was at the helm, and she steered the ship so well that they were not long at all before they arrived.

The prince was out hunting on the hills. Gold-tree knew her father’s ship coming.

“Oh!” said she, “my mother is coming, and she will kill me.”

“Not at all,” said the second wife; “we will go down to meet her.”

Silver-tree came ashore. “Come down, Gold-tree, love,” said she, “for your own mother has come to you with a precious drink.”

“It is a custom in this country,” said the second wife, “that the person who offers a drink takes a draught out of it first.”

Silver-tree put her mouth to it, and the second wife went and struck it so that some of it went down her throat, and she fell dead. They had only to carry her home a dead corpse and bury her. The prince and his two wives were long alive after this, pleased and peaceful.

Seven years later, the prince was walking through a forest, where he got lost. After three nights, a ghost came down to him, and told him to pick thirteen roses for her to come back to life. The prince, being a kind man, did as he was told, and Annalise came back to life. She told the price of the evil witch and Alecto ordered her death. They then lived happily ever after.

My great great grandmama wrote this story, so it’s not a traditional tale, but it’s still quite a nice one :)

The latest wife was escorted to her new husband’s manor by her three brothers who wished her well and left. The Baron was often gone, but before he left not a day after she arrived he gave her the keys to the manor. He told her what every key belonged to, but there was one tiny key he told her to never use, and he told her to never ever go into the last door in the cellar.

She roamed the manner looking in every room for quite a while as it was such a large manor. The Baron returned every once and a while and would always look at the tiny key when he got back.

After a month or so with the Baron gone she became extremely board and curiosity got the best of her. The Baron wasn’t to be back for another week, so she thought she would peek into the room. She went down to the cellar and put the small key into the door. When she opened the door, the room had a faint blue glow to it and cold foul smelling air flooded her face, when she pushed the door wider and pulled the lamp into the room to light it she was filled with dread. In the room, hung from the ceiling by meat hooks were multiple young women, all dead and all lifeless. The young women were all of the past wives of the Baron.

She was terrified, and she pulled the door closed and pulled the key from the lock, but it was stained bright red. She tried everything to wash the red from the key, but the stain would not go away. She was miles away from any town, and there were no horses in the stable as the Baron had taken them. She quickly sent her pigeon to her brothers to tell them of what she had seen and began to pack her things. She knew that she had to leave tonight on foot if she had any hope of escaping.

Night was falling fast, and just as she was preparing to leave she heard someone enter the manor. It was the Baron, and upon seeing her bag he yelled for her. She came down terrified, but tried to act calmly. The Baron asked her for the keys and she handed them to him, only she had slipped the red stained key off of the ring. He looked through them, then demanded where the small key was. She tried to act surprised and act like she must have lost it but he was not fooled. He grabbed her and the key fell from her sleeve. She had planned on taking it as proof of the Baron’s guilt.

He saw the red stained key on the ground and the struck her to the floor and dragged her by her hair to the cellar where he tortured her for hours. It turned out that the Baron’s wealth had run dry long ago and had taken to using the titles to his name to secure wives and their dowries. He used the dowries to support himself and killed the women when the money ran out.

When the Baron was ready to kill the girl her brothers burst through the door and stabbed the Baron to death rescuing their sister.

That is the MODIFICATION and TONED DOWN version of this story.

Apparently this Blue Bearded Baron was a very real historical figure by the name of Giles de Laval. He was a French man who at twenty-four married a woman who added more property to his holdings. Within a few years he entered the service of King Charles VII, fighting the English. He was one of Joan of Arc’s captains in 1429, and distinguished himself to the point of becoming Marshal of France, and counselor and chamberlain to the king. In 1432, a grandfather died and left him another set of estates, and Giles de Retz became one of the richest men in France, if not the richest.

However, despite his wealth his spending habits began to catch up with him so he tried to resort to “witch craft” to accumulate more wealth. At this time he was extremely powerful, and still wealthy as far a poor peasants knew. He had two of his men go out into villages and find poor families with the prettiest children, often between 6-15 years of age. He told their families that he wanted to take care of their children and that they would live better lives, so the parents agreed.

However Blue Beard’s purpose was far more sadistic. Apparently some of these rituals required human sacrifices which he preformed in a cellar in the basement of his Manor that no servants were allowed to enter. He kept these children in a dungeon, and before killing them he often raped them, and tortured them for fun. One witness after he was captured reported that sometimes he would beat the child after assaulting them until they were to weak to fight, then he would sit on their chests until they suffocated because he liked to watch as he snuffed out their lives….. he was truly a monster.

But obviously even though the families of the disappearing children were being bribed/threatened it didn’t stop them from reporting to the King, who captured one of his accomplices and tortured him until he spoke. Blue Beard and his men were huge after being tortured. The remains of more than 140 children were found. It’s estimated to be more than that because Blue Beard burned most of the remains so it made it hard to tell how many victims there were.

So this is actually a case of old fairy tales censoring a story because of how terrifying and horrible it was. I didn’t even want to say all of the stuff that Blue Beard did to those kids either, because kidnap, torture, rape, disfigurement and murder is too much for me as it is. WHY THE HELL ANYONE WOULD TELL EITHER OF THESE STORIES AS BED TIME STORIES TO CHILDREN IS BEYOND ME! Though it’s also beyond me how it took more than 140 kids going missing for someone to finally say, “hey, you know he’s probably killing them”. I’ll personally never look at the story of Joan of Arc again, kinda makes her story a little less epic when one of her most trusted captains is a murderous, pedophiliac, necrophilia loving satin worshiping murderer. Ugh, why did my mom tell me this story as a bed time story, even if it was the Grim’s version. Face palm

She became his favorite and he awarded her with a gold slipper. Yes, “a” as in singular for some reason. Anyways, the Pharaoh noticed this golden slipper and took notice of the slave girl covered in soot. When he spoke to the Arab merchant he asked to see her clean. He instantly came to like her for her exotic features and bought her from the merchant. Did he marry her? Ha, no. The Pharaoh placed the slave girl into his harem, and she was said to be one of his favorites.

So instead of going from servant to Princess, the original Cinderella went from slave to sex slave…. not a huge leg up there.