The Little Match Girl Unchained

By Mark Lauritano

Autobiographical fairy tales and demon lore, retold in the spirit of the AI age.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark Lauritano
• Release date: Oct 30, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223518013

Mark Lauritano

Mark was born on the month and year Harlan Ellison published 'Repent, Harlequin, said the Ticktockman', and through some kind of morphic resonance is never on time.  He resides in Coventry and manages a petting zoo. Since donning odd color socks and becoming an artist, he has progressed through spam, spam, spam, rats, and spam.  He created Art for Birds by setting a large branch upside down to challenge their perspective and even their whole orientation.  While original and thought provoking it was widely panned from above and to this day crows look at him curiously.

Book preview

The Little Match Girl Unchained

autobiographical fairy tales and demon lore

Cover Art

Walden title page, Sophia Elizabeth Thoreau

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Preface

Once in a bar,

I saw an attractive woman come in and sit at a table by herself. 

me and every other guy there, I’m sure.

Then a reasonably put together guy comes in and sits with her. 

all is right with the world.

Then a second woman comes in and throws a baby at the guy.

airborne newborn.

If your first reaction to this is 'that's me' then maybe this book will be for you.  It is a meditation about ‘mattering’ that most people will not understand, like fish trying to understand water.  You assume that the guy caught the baby (he did) but what happens next? 

THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL Unchained

a translation of hans christian andersen's den lille pige med svovlstikkerne by jean hersholt. edits by the author

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Evening came on, the last evening of the year. In the cold and gloom a poor little girl, bareheaded and barefoot, was walking through the streets. Of course when she had left her house she'd had slippers on, but what good had they been? They were very big slippers, way too big for her, for they belonged to her mother. The little girl had lost them running across the road, where two carriages had rattled by terribly fast. One slipper she'd not been able to find again, and a boy had run off with the other, saying he could use it very well as a cradle some day when he had children of his own. And so the little girl walked on her naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried several packages of matches, and she held a box of them in her