SHORT FICTION

Thursday, 20 July 2017

Chapter one

Hi all! Today I have something a little different. I'm sharing a chapter one of a story with you. I hope you like it.


Chapter One

 

 
Amelia Addison was a dress girl. She loved to dress in vintage dresses. Another love was boots-the kind that they wore almost in the same time period. Her favorite was the lace ups. Amelia thought they looked sexy.

That thought was probably best kept to herself she knew as when others saw her wearing her boots and vintage dresses, their noses scrunched up. Amelia didn't care.

Today was her first day on a new position at the flower shop. The owner had a funky vibe to her that Amelia liked from the moment she met her. Tamara also liked her style of dress which was a win for her.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, her brother rolled his eyes. But then he smiled. Thatcher was her twin brother. They could not be any more far apart in their tastes than any other twin siblings. Amelia always teased him about his conservative dress matter. Thatcher always reminded her that doctors did not wear anything else.

That always made her laugh and feel pity for all doctors.

"Ready for your first day on the job?"

Amelia smiled as she made herself some green mint tea. "Yes, I am. Tamara is going to let me do some of my creative designs."

Thatcher hugged his twin sister. "I'm happy for you. Are you managing everything okay? School and work is a stress that you don't need."

Amelia wanted to roll her eyes but didn't. Her emotional problems of the past always reared its ugly head when stress came into the equation. But she had been good for some time now. Amelia had not had any panic attacks for over a year.

"I'm good. Everything is fine." Amelia loved her brother Thatcher who looked out for her but sometimes he hovered too much.

"We'll remember that if things get a little too hard to handle, that you can come to me for help."

She grinned back at him. "I know all that too well but this will be different."

Thatcher kissed her on the forehead. "I'm sure it will. I must go but remember...”

Amelia rolled her eyes and shoved her brother into the direction of the front door. "Go before you end up following me to work or something."

He laughed and grabbed his coffee to go and went out the door. The sound of the door shutting echoed in the foyer.

Now she was alone. Amelia sighed. She knew she was lucky to have a brother like Thatcher. He was her rock when their parents were killed that night. She didn't think for a long time that she would ever come out of the darkness. But Thatcher shone light on her life and brought her back to the living again.

Amelia took a deep breath and opened the fridge door to grab some yogurt. She plugged in the kettle for tea and started thinking about what designs she was going to make. A new shipment of flowers were coming in today and she couldn't wait to see them.

As she poured hot water into her favorite flower mug she noticed the mail. When her tea was made she grabbed the yogurt and looked down at the mail. Amelia never got any mail. It was always junk mail or some medical letters for her brother. This had her name on the envelope in some fancy writing. When she picked it up, even the paper felt special. She turned it around a few times looking for a return address. But there was none.

So, she opened it.

 Amelia pulled out a stiff piece of paper that was folded in half. Her eyes widened at the site of her of her name. It read:

Dear Amelia,

You are cordially invited to a ball being held at Michail theatre. Amelia smiled to herself and nodded. "Nice brother, inviting me to one of your hospital funds."

She didn't read the rest of it and set the invitation down on the counter. She sighed. "Those functions are always so stuffy. Not my thing."

Amelia poured her tea and sat down thinking about some of her designs. There was a note pad at the desk by the phone so she quickly got up and grabbed it. There was a pencil in the drawer that didn't need sharpening with an eraser at the end that wasn't all used up yet.

She sat back down next to her tea and started doing some sketches. Amelia was full of ideas and today she got to try some of them out. That made her very excited.

As she took a sip of her tea, her eyes glanced at the invitation.

That's when she noticed that the hospital insignia was missing. Amelia picked it up and looked at it one more time. At the bottom of the invitation was a name. There was a signature at the bottom. Dimitri. Amelia mouthed out the name to herself.

"Who is that?

Just at that, the doorbell rang.  She dropped the invitation onto the counter and went to the front door and looked through the peep hole.  It was a delivery man.

She opened the door and in his arms was a long narrow package. "Are you Amelia Addison?"

Amelia nodded politely and after signing for him, he handed her the package.

Into the kitchen she went back and set it down on the kitchen table. There was a large peach pink bow wrapped around the ivory box. She pulled it away and inside was peach pink roses.  A soft pink envelope was tucked in the flowers.

Amelia was almost scared to pick it up and read the card inside. But she did and sure enough the name matched the name on the invitation.

It was a short note. I hope you got the invitation and I do hope you love these roses. Please do consider excepting the invitation and being my guest for the night. I will be in touch.

A funny vibe went through her body. She lifted the roses out of the box and looked to see what shop they came from. She dropped them back in the box. It was the same shop that she worked at. Did Tamara not catch this? She would have said something.

Amelia took a deep breath and picked up the roses to prepare them for a vase. The roses were beautiful and the color was something that she had not seen in the shop. A prickly feeling went up the back of her neck.

She gave herself a shake. It was time to go to work. She dumped her tea into a travel mug and headed out the door to catch the bus at the corner.

Amelia just made it to the corner. The bus was a bit late so she waited. She was the only one at the moment waiting.

A car drove up and the window rolled down.


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Thursday, 13 July 2017

THE MERMAID AWAITS-FLASH FICTION

 
Happy summer to everyone! Today's flash fiction is mermaid tale. Hope you enjoy! 
 
 
 
 

The Mermaid Awaits

Flash fiction

She sits on the rocks and looks out over the ocean.

The waves crash up against the rock splashing her but she pays no attention.

Whatever it is out there, is captivating her.

Finally she slips down into the frothy waves and disappears.

There was a story that use to be told of a ship that crashed against the rocks and that there was one survivor.

That survivor would have died if he had not been pulled to shore. Whatever had saved him was something that had lived in the sea.

Many stories were told to what that was. The kelpie was the favorite story but the one that was rarely told was the one of the mermaid who had fallen in love with the survivor.

Some fisherman said that they would see her sitting on the very rock that she had pulled him onto. Then she would be gone.

It was said that when she saved him, she granted him a wish.

It was not known what the wish was but that was when she would wait on the rock as if waiting for him.

Some stories said that he did come back and that now he was like her. Others dismissed that and said that there was no survivors from that crash.

That’s all it was—stories. But yet some said that on a calm night, they could see something out in the water. One said that they caught a glimpse of two tails going under the water.

The mermaid had found her love and now they were together.

Whatever the story, some swear they see that mermaid sitting on the rock looking out.


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Thursday, 6 July 2017

CAT POEMS

Hello and today we have some cat poems for you. Hope you enjoy!


CAT POEMS

 

ADMIRATION

I know that you admire me.

I can see it in your eyes.

You like to watch me wash my delicate coat and move my hind leg behind my ear.

It amazes you or you are envious of my feat.

My eyes captivate you when I glance at you.

They look like they possess magic. Maybe they do.

I won’t tell.

I’ll just lull you with my purr.

It soothes you so.

It makes you sleep and dream of dreams that only I know.

I put them there.

You often dream of me. You’re dreaming that you lost me.

You wake up.

Of course you didn’t lose me, silly.

Go back to sleep.

 

CAT SPELLS

I cast my spell over you.

You give me everything.

I like your bed the best, especially your side.

I leave a small amount of my fur behind as a little gift of thanks.


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Thursday, 29 June 2017

JEWELED FAIRIES & BUTTERFLY FAIRIES-POEMS

Here are some whimsical fairy poems. Hope you enjoy!


JEWELED FAIRIES

POEM

I know you like to come out at night.

Especially after a rain.

You gather the rain droplets off my roses.

You like my messy garden.

Lots of places to hide.

You twinkle like the fireflies but only brighter and of course much prettier.

Sapphire, ruby and jade--just to name a few.

 

 

BUTTERFLY FAIRIES

POEM

You flutter in my garden,

You like to blend yourself in with the other butterflies so I can’t see.

You like to flutter by me and make me take a second look.

You probably giggle.

You like to sun yourself on my zinnia and daisies.

I see you.
 
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Thursday, 22 June 2017

SOLTICE-FLASH FICTION

Hello this summer day! In celebration of the summer solstice yesterday we have a little magical flash fiction. Hope you enjoy!

 
Solstice
Flash fiction
 
It’s always been hanging there hidden in the ivy.
And once a year, if you look at it in the right way, it glimmers.
There is almost visions of another world inside of it.
But really what it is, is a signal to a veil being lifted between worlds.
Our world and theirs.
We call it faerie. One must be careful of those folks.
Their beauty is their lure that they use to entice you over for a visit.
Visitors never seem to come back or those that do, are changed.
Those changed ones are all wrong and some say in a low voice that they are changelings.
I look in their eyes and they give it away if they are real or not.
If their glamour is not perfect, I back away quietly and wonder about the one they replaced.
Where are they? What has happened to them?
One time this beautiful person caught my eye and we stared at one another. They were not long coming over to me.
His eyes were blue sapphire jewels. I knew I held eye contact for a second too long.
His smile was magic and I don’t think he even wanted to hide his glamour to me.
It was too late anyway.
“The longest day of the year. Let’s dance and enjoy it.” He held out his hand to me.
I looked around as if someone would be brave enough to rescue me.
My body was stiff as we danced but soon his magic made my body feel as light as a feather.
I will not follow you I told him.
He looked at me with confused eyes. “Follow me?”
“I will not go to the other side.”
He grinned and my heart sank as I already knew his answer before he leaned his lips to my ear.
“We are already there.”
 
 
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Thursday, 15 June 2017

THE MOON-POEM

 
Hello Everyone! Today I have a poem of sorts. I hope you enjoy! Have a great day! 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 The Moon

Poem

I look up at the sky and stare at the stars and moon.

I sit quietly in my own dream.

The moon comes down and touches my cheek.

“Why are you so blue askes the moon?”

“I can’t smile,” said I.

“Come with me and I will make you smile again.”

The moon took my hand and I rode on its back up to the sky.

The stars all fluttered around me like sparkling fairies.

They tickled me and made me giggle.

“See said the moon. The star fairies can make you smile.”

The moon, the star fairies and I shared some cheese and wine.

What an enchanted evening!

The moon indeed made me smile again!

Thursday, 8 June 2017

BEAUTIFUL NIGHT-FLASH FICTION

Hello this hot day! Hope you are keeping cool this summer. This might cool you off with this piece Beautiful Night. This is a start of a novel but thought I would share it with you. Enjoy!
 
 


Beautiful Night

Flash fiction

The dark shadows danced in my head.

Where are you?

A scent of jasmine and musk filled my senses.

The coolness of the night caresses me like your fingers down my arm.

I shiver.

Where are you?

The cool night air fills my very being.

The night hugs me like your arms.

Where are you?

A gentle night breeze rustles my hair and then a gentle breath brushes a strand of hair away from my cheek.

It almost felt like your fingers. Is it?

Where are you?

I close my eyes for a brief moment and when I open them I see amber pools that hold my soul.

You are here, my beautiful night.

 
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