Thursday, 20 October 2016


I think it's time for a little cat flash fiction. We haven't had that for while. Happy reading! 
Lazy Mazy

Cat flash fiction

Sunny days are the best. The warmth from the sun makes the day so much better.

Mazy thinks this is the best kind of day. She goes out and lays on the balcony sunning herself.

Her owner lets Mazy have her time out in the sun as it makes for a happy kitty.

When she has to sit and look out the window and only dream of exploring in the sun are days that Mazy wanders around the house looking lost.

She gets extra treats that day so that makes up for it.

The world is all about Mazy when she gets out. Other cats sometimes join her and they all take the sunny day in.

The birds entertain her and her friends in the trees above them but they are safe. It’s more fun to sit out in the sun than chase something that will flutter away be the time you jump down.

No, much easier to just let them chatter down at you from above.

The best part of sunny days is napping. Curling or stretching out in the sun is the best part of being out.

Sometimes her owner will come out and give her and her friends some treats to enjoy outside or Mazy will get a few moments from her owner and get a nice scratch under the chin.

Whatever time she spends in the sun is all that matters to Mazy.

Counting butterflies or listening to the birds until Mazy falls asleep is considered a perfect day.

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Thursday, 13 October 2016


Hello! Today's flash fiction is another faerie oriented piece. Hope you enjoy. Happy reading ! 
The Path into The Forest
Flash fiction

When we were little girls, we use to go down this path. We use to pretend this wooden path led to a magical place where princes and princess lived.

One time we even heard noises coming from the far end of the path that sounded like clip clopping noises. Our imaginations went wild.

We stared down the path that led deep onto the forest holding out breaths. For sure we thought we would see a horse drawn carriage come right toward us.

But as the noise got louder we ran back down the path to where we started. When we looked back panting. The clip clop sound was no more.

Days after we forgot about it and went down the path to take a shortcut to our friend’s house. We heard the clip clopping noise again. This time we didn’t run.

We waited.

The sound got louder and louder and even the boards underneath us trembled.

Just as we thought they were going to appear, we ran off the wooden path and into the forest and never stopped until we got to our friend’s house.

But I did look back once and I saw this white blur. It looked like someone on a white horse and the horse I thought for sure had wings? It had to be my wild imagination. The one sitting on top looked very ethereal.

Now, all these years later that image has never left me. This is the first time that I have been on this wooden path since I was with my friend.

I’m older now and not full of the imaginations of my younger self.

The path looks serene and inviting. It’s a beautiful fall day.

My boots echo on the boards as I take it into the forest. Some of it felt familiar and parts of the forest I had forgotten but one part where I stopped was not forgotten.

This is where I saw the winged horse and the strange creature on top.

For some reason I was hesitant to go on but shook my head and told myself I was only seeing things back then.

So I placed one foot in front of the other and went on. I don’t think I had ever been past this point. I tried to tell myself it was because our friend lived not far from that point.

Today I was going all the way. I knew I would not meet any winged horse or any such thing.

But this path went farther than I thought and I wondered if I would get lost. It was also in the thick of the forest so it was dark.

My imagination started to come back to life. I was looking everywhere. The smells of the earth and dampness filled my senses.

The trees started to shake ever so slightly and beneath my feet I could feel a slight vibration.

I stopped and listened. It was all silent for a moment and then I heard it.  

My eyes flew wide and suddenly I froze. My feet wouldn’t turn me around to take me away.

There was someone coming towards me. I sighed. It was another person out walking.

Now my feet let me turn.

I started to walk back but glanced back to see who was coming. It was a young fellow with boots that clip clopped on the wood.

He was coming quite briskly. I thought I better get over before he runs into me as his focus was down on the path and not up to what was in front of him.

I cleared my throat before he got to me. His eyes whipped up and I gasped.

They were not human eyes. At least to me they weren’t.

He never wavered and smiled at me. He stopped not more than three feet from me.

“Hello, I’m sorry that I didn’t see you. I should have.”

I couldn’t speak as he looked at me with those strange eyes that were a pure emerald green with black pupils like a cat.

He nodded and proceeded to go past me. But not before he said something.

“I missed you and your little friend who use to play here. I wished so much that you would have went further. There was so much more for you two to see.” He laughed softly but sounded like the trees moving in the breeze.

“Maybe you will get brave now that you are all grown up and come see what is there?”

Before I could answer he was gone, just like that.

I wondered for a moment if I had just let my imagination go.

Taking a deep breath I started back but not before my foot hit something on the wooded path. I bent down and picked it up. It was a clump of wild asters with some hazelnuts entwined into the little bouquet.  

He left it for me?

I picked up my pace and just as I stepped off the board walk, I heard the clip clop sound. I watched and through the darkness I thought I could see a white blur. I blinked a couple of times and shook my head.

I got in my car with my little bouquet and drove home.

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Thursday, 6 October 2016


Today's flash fiction is a touch faerie and magic. Hope you enjoy and if you want to give me some tea money, you can throw a tip into the tip jar. Thank you and happy reading!
Can You Hear Me

Flash fiction

It’s been a long time and I wondered if I could find you. I looked in your special places but you weren’t there anymore.

Then one day I went for a walk and something in the air told me that you had been here. Excitement filled me and I walked faster as if I would run into you.

There I was standing in the meadow and I scanned the whole area. Then the scent of a certain flower brushed up against my face.

My eyes went wide and I looked harder.

I felt something on my shoulder and I whipped around but there was nothing.

I stood tall and shouted out, “Where are you? Show yourself.”

There was some rustling in the tall grass. I held my breath waiting.

Slowly you rose out of the grass and I smiled. You smiled back.

We stood there for a moment and stared at each other. I was mesmerized by your wings that were almost translucent. There was an outline of black at the bottom of your wings with strong lavender accents.

Your wings flapped and you spread them out even more, like a butterfly warming on a daisy.

But as quick as our moment was, I blinked and you were gone.

I called out to you and all I could see was a lavender flower blowing in the breeze. It stood out on its own.

I walked over to it but I never touched it.  

I knew that this was where I would find you when I was out here again.

When I stood to up to walk away, I thought I could hear something in the distance.

It sounded like, Can you hear me?

I smiled and nodded.

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Thursday, 29 September 2016


Hello and today's flash fiction is about pretty webs. Hope you enjoy.  
Spider’s Web

Flash fiction

On a dewy morning you can see her web sparkle in the sun’s first rays.

You have to look to see her as she hides under a leaf as if waiting. Those flying through unbeknown are oblivious to the danger that is in front of them.

She relishes in their carelessness. We know why.

Dragonflies tells tales of her flying but she does not have wings. But then we don’t know as it appears that she can grab those out of thin air that come too near her web.

Flies pay no heed until they are stuck in her silky web.

So in the morning the dragonflies tell others to watch for the glistening dew drops that look like jewels.

There is a danger in the delicate threads that hang there between the branches and grass.

For those who listen, they live another day and for those who are careless and throw the dragonflies warnings into the air…

Well, they will not surly see another day.

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Thursday, 22 September 2016


Happy Autumn day! In celebrating the first day of Autumn I have a poem for you about a little autumn fairy. Hope you enjoy.
Your Name Is Autumn


You made my head turn.

Your scent was the sweetest ever.

I kept inhaling you-I couldn’t get enough of you.


I kept walking and looking in the direction of the wind that carried your presence.

My mind was filled with you.

I think you wanted that-I wanted that.


I walked and thoughts crept through me.

They were sad.

You were never going to show yourself despite the little noises and glimpses I caught in the corner of my eye.


A sweet breeze blows against the back of my neck.

I know it’s you-your scent wraps me up of thoughts of yellows, reds, and rusty browns.

I think that is the color of your eyes.

You tease me with your sweet scented breeze once more.


I hear a faint whisper in my ear.

I believe you are trying to tell me your name.

I know your name darling.


One day I will say your name into the wind.

Of course I know you will not appear-you’re too coy.

Still, I hope that one day…

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Thursday, 15 September 2016


Hello everyone! Today's flash fiction turned into a short story! It's a strange tale of one of my favorite fairy tale characters-Snow White. Hope you enjoy and if you liked it you can leave me some tea money at the end. Thank you! Happy reading!

Snow White




Red apples hung heavy from the tree and where the color of cherries. There were five trees of such and each one was not to be touched.

One was poison. You never knew which one. They enticed you and beckoned you to try just one of them.

Of course it was not the apples that were doing the enticing.

It was her. She was viewed as a witch by most but there were others that thought of her as a princess.

One day a young man from afar stumbled into the small orchard of five trees. He was mesmerized by the cherry red apples. He thought he heard voices.

He was about to pluck one when a young lady with raven black hair appeared. He stared at her beauty.

She smiled and came forward getting closer and closer to him. He noticed an apple in her hand.

“They’re beautiful aren’t they,” they said.

He nodded. “I was about to taste one. They look so good.”

She smiled and came a little closer and held up the apple. He swallowed hard. He wanted the apple.

She sighed. “I could give you this apple but then you must do something for me.”

“What would you like? I will do it.”

She smiled. “Of course you will.” She placed the apple in his hand and all he could feel was the desire to bite into the apple.

She held up her finger. “One bite now and then you do what I ask and then you can have the rest of the apple.” She waved her hand around at the other apples. “You can have all you want.”

He smiled. “Really? I will do it.”

He took one bite and it was heavenly. He almost took another bite when he looked at her. He stopped then. “What is it that you would like?”

“For you to keep a secret.”

His eyes went wide. “A secret? You don’t want me to go on some quest or slay a dragon or defeat an evil queen?”

She shook her head. “No, I want you to keep a secret and tell no one.”

He looked down at the apple. He wanted all of it and he wanted more of the apples off the trees. What could be so hard as to keep a secret? He looked over at her and her dark eyes that were the color of midnight. She was waiting for an answer.

A funny feeling came over him and something told him he should not make a deal with her. But he already bit into the apple. How would he tell her that he changed his mind?

“Perhaps you should ask someone else to keep your secret. I don’t believe I am the one to do such a task.”

“Why would you say that? You look trust worthy to me. Are you not true and trustworthy to others?”

“Of course I am.”

“Then you will have no problem keeping my secret.”

He nodded. “Okay, what is your secret?”

“My secret is… that all the trees that you see… all five of them are missing princes. I am keeping them here.”

He looked at the trees and then at her. His first thought was that she was mad. “I see. These trees are missing princes. They look like apple trees to me.”

She sighed. “Of course they look like apple trees silly. That is what I changed them into.”

He wanted away from her. “Okay, I will keep your secret.” He turned around then to walk away.

“Where are you going? Don’t’ you want another apple? You can have anyone you want. All you have to do is choose.”

He looked back at her and shook his head. “No thank you. I will just leave. Your secret is safe.”

As he walked away the breeze picked up and the apples trees started to sway this way and that way. What was happening? She was standing in the middles of the trees and her hair didn’t’ move in the breeze.

He gasped. She was a witch. Now he was running.

But it was too late. Just as he thought he made it out of the apple orchard, he felt the breeze around his waist. It was like the wind had hands and were pulling him back.

Every effort he tried to free himself, the pull got stronger.

Finally he was standing facing her. The breeze died down. “But I promised you I would keep your secret.”

“That you did. But you must choose an apple. It was part of the bargain.”

He looked around at all the apples. Then he spied one that was hanging on a limb that was by itself. “I pick that one.”

She smiled. “It is yours.”

Now it was in his hand. He stared at it for a moment and then looked up at her. “Now I can go?”

She nodded and said no more.

It was later that day when he stopped in a village. He went inside a small bake shop to get some bread. When he went to pay for the bread he reached in and brought out the apple.

The lady of the bake shop spied the apple. “Where did you get such an apple?”

“It was given to me.”

“Would you like to trade?”

He looked at her. “You mean trade the apple for the bread?”

She nodded never taking her eyes off the apple.

He shrugged. “I suppose so. The apple is yours.”

He took his bread and left.

A couple of days later he heard a story. The lady at the bake shop made a pie with a special apple. He wondered how she made a pie with just one apple. But the story went that when she took it out to cool, a young girl came to the shop and offered the lady another apple.

Of course she took it and all she had to do was keep a secret. He knew who the young girl was.

He went back to the bake shop and the lady saw him and shook her head. “I should have never have taken that apple.”


“Because she showed up. If I had known that she was the one that gave you that apple…

“Who is she?”

The lady leaned over and whispered. “They call her Snow White. But everyone knows she’s a witch.”

“Is she evil?”

The lady nodded. “She sure is. You stay away from her and whatever she told you to keep secret, keep it and say nothing. Go far away from here. Ya hear?”

“But why? I have not seen her since and I have told no one of the secret?”

“Does not matter. You will see her again. Mark my word.”

He walked out the bake shop and thought about what the lady said. He thought he would take her advice and leave and never come back.

The next day as he was traveling he came across what looked like an old lady on the side of the road. He stopped and asked if she needed help. “Your very kind young man. I just need a ride to town.”

He gave her a ride to town and she was very happy. She turned around after she got off his horse. “This is for you.”

He gasped. She wasn’t an old lady anymore. It was Snow White and she had a beautiful cherry red apple in her hand.

“I thought…

“That you would leave me. I knew you were special and you have kept my secret. I want you to keep another one.”

Before he could answer she continued on. “If you keep this one, I will let you go.”

“What is it then?”

“If you take this apple and take a bite, all your dreams will come true. And as long as you keep the secret, you will remain happy.”

He was sceptical of her and something told him to be wary of her. “How do I know I won’t end up in you orchard as another one of your apple trees or something?”

Snow White smiled. “I promised you freedom and I will give it.”

He took a deep breath. “Okay, what is the secret this time?”

“The five missing princes can be rescued and returned safely.”

He narrowed his gaze at her. “But you’re not going to say how?”

She smiled at him and tilted her head at him. “I’ll tell you how. The other part of the secret is you have to find true love and say these words-I will forever love you and give myself wholly to you.”

“That could take a long time.”

She shrugged. “You better start looking.” Then she handed him the apple.

Without thinking he took the apple and bit into it. The world blurred and then he found himself in another village. Now he knew that she was up to something. To be rid of her he had to defeat her. That was the only way to be truly free of her.

So, he set out down the street in this new village that he had never been in. A bake shop at the end of the street caught his eye. When he went in a young girl at the counter greeted him. They both smiled at one another. His heart took on a faster beat.

It was instant love and he forgot for a moment about defeating Snow White. Until one night when they were enjoying an evening together. Sarah looked over at him and told him she had a dream of a beautiful apple orchard. The apples were cherry red and hanging waiting to be picked.

He gasped. Snow White had found them. He was fearful what she might do to Sarah. Then he remembered the words that she told him. He turned to her and said “I will love your forever and give myself wholly to you.”

Sarah looked at him for a moment and then smiled. The world went blurry again and now he was back standing in the orchard like the first time. Had he ever left?

When he turned around there was Snow White holding out an apple for him to take. He went up to her and took the apple. “I will never be free will I? You lied to me.”

She never smiled and her dark eyes rested on him. “You wondered into my territory and now you are trapped. But before she could say anything more he said the words I will love you forever and give myself wholly to you. He didn’t know why he said those words to her but something happened. The apples on the tree started to shrivel and the trees went all twisted and gnarly. Snow White turned into an old lady like the one he met on the road.

She turned into a black mist that swirled around and around until she flew up into the sky and disappeared. The apple trees around him also started to transform.

Standing before him were five men who were all looking at each other in bewilderment. Then they all say him.

“You rescued us,” said one of them.   

He smiled. “Yes, I did.”

Another one came up to him. “How did you know to say those words to her?”

“I don’t know. It just occurred to me that telling her that I loved her was poison somehow to her. It worked and broke the spell.”

All six men left together. He turned and glanced back where the orchard was and for a split second he thought he say a young girl with raven black hair running through the forest. He shook his head and it was deer.

Snow White peeked out behind the trees and watched the men disappear. She went down the road opposite the men and it wasn’t long when she met a young man who offered her assistance. She accepted. When they arrived in the next village she offered the young man an apple.

He bit into it eagerly and she smiled.
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Thursday, 8 September 2016


Hello! Today's flash fiction is about this special fellow. I love owls. I hope you enjoy!
Happy reading! 

The Owl King

Flash fiction

He was wise for a reason. He guarded his kingdom with a fierceness that no other challenged.

There were a few that tried but they never succeeded.

There was something about the owl king that was special. Some figured he possessed a magic.

One day the owl king had a visitor. She was from the far north. She was part bird and part fey.

The owl king eyed her with a careful gaze.

Her bird eyes were the color of moss that clung to the trees of the forest. Her long claws clung to the rock that they sat on.

“We should rule together my friend. It would be glorious do you not think?” Her large green eyes shimmered as  she waited for a response.

The owl king gave her no response. She didn’t waver.

She smiled showing sharp teeth. She looked up at the trees for a moment and then returned her gaze to the owl king.

“I can give you magic that you don’t have my king. Would you like that?"

The owl king never wavered. A little chuckle came from within her. “I can play games too. Would you like to fly with me?”

The owl king sighed. “I do not wish to fly with you my dear.  I sense that you are seeking something for your own gain. Is that not right?”

She looked away but only for a mere second. Then her moss green eyes went wide like saucers. “You will not deny me for what I have come for. It’s been a long journey.”

“Oh I know and I’m sure you are tired and hungry. Let me feed you and let you rest.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You would do that for me?”

“Of course I would. You are a part of my kingdom.”

Her feathers ruffled slightly. “I am not a part of your kingdom."

The king rose into the air and flapped his wings. The breeze from his wings almost knocked her over. She snarled and as she was about to strike back she froze and started to transform.

The owl king now roosts on a tree that overlooks the north.

It’s his favorite tree.

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