Thursday, 18 May 2017


I have two new books published! Both are fantasies in the fairy tale fashion. Come check them out. They are available where ever ebooks are sold.

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Hope everyone is fine today. I have a short story today! It's set in the new world I am creating-Mistwoods. This time you get to meet the Summer King. Hope you enjoy and if you want to leave me some tea money at the end, that would be great. Happy reading! 


The Summer King

It was the strongest of hearts that could turn him down. The first day of summer or in their world the summer solstice which marked tradition with a certain someone. That is when he made himself seen to those that might be.

This day was the day that he always hoped he would find his queen. As of yet all those that did not hold the summer heart turned into cold hearts. This time he felt that this time might be different. He had followed a certain someone for a while at a safe distance and it was time for him to make himself known to her.

He learned her name was Leila and she worked at this small bookshop. Today he decided to pay her a visit to the bookshop and perhaps talk with her. As soon as he stepped in the little bells rung announcing his arrival.

Leila happened to be at the counter and looked over to see who was coming in. Their eyes met and he felt this jump inside his heart. She smiled warmly at him and welcomed him. He smiled back and thanked her.

He decided to look around first and observe her at work. The smells around him tickled his nose. There was more than just books in this little shop. There were scented candles tucked in here and there. He could tell from out the corner of his eye that she was watching him. Did that mean she was curious enough to talk to him?

He casually made his way over to where she was working or was pretending to. He caught her scent of rose and oleander. Wonderful summer scents. He watched for a few more moments before speaking. “I was wondering if you could help me with finding a certain book on herbs.” He didn’t really need to read up on herbs as he was taught about them growing up but she appeared like she would know of such things.

She smiled warmly back at him. “Of course, I can show you what we have.” She started to make her way towards the wall of books that had gardening as its section name. He watched her pull out some books even without looking at the spine. That told him she knew of such things already. “Is there something specific that you are looking for?”

She continued to pull a few more book down. “I am looking for herbs that can be used for medical purposes.” She quickly threw him a look. He smiled and said, “I’m interested in some mild uses of the herbs for skin irritations and other minor ailments.”

She nodded back at him like she approved of that. He couldn’t help but laugh within as he somewhat pitied the humans that didn’t possess magic. They had to rely on the medicines that they had to make for themselves. And even then it failed to save them sometimes.

He handed her a few books with pictures of the herbs and their Latin names underneath. The summer king knew them all by heart as his grandmother taught them to him and without reading underneath the pictures, he could tell her what each one was and what you could use it for. Her hazelnut colored eyes settled on him as if studying him.

“I haven’t seen you around here before. Did you just move here?”

He wanted to say that he had been here far longer than she had been in existence or even her whole family. “I just got here a while ago. I don’t live here but come back once a year to visit.”

Leila nodded at him. “I hope your visit goes well then. Is one of the books what you are looking for?”


He eyed each one that she had given to him and he didn’t’ really want any of them but decided on the ones with the pictures. “I’ll take this one.”

She smiled. “Perfect, I’ll take that up front for you.” When she went to take the books out of his hands, their fingers touched. Her eyes flew up to his and stayed there for what felt like minutes but when he spoke it broke the silence and she quickly put the books back that he was not going to take and took the one that he wanted to the front.

Very quickly Leila rang up the book and he paid for it. He smiled at her. “Thank you and maybe I will see you again.”

She did not reply back. He walked out and stood on the steps with his new book until he decided that he had given her enough time to stare out the window to study him some more. Then he moved on.

The summer day was heating up and the smell of lilacs filled the air as he walked down the street. There were celebrations taking place celebrating the first of spring in the small town.  They always did and this was what attracted him to come and take part. All the fine ladies would be there. It always ended up disappointing of course because none of them were suitable.

Something about Leila though convinced him that this year’s celebrations would bring promise. He was guessing that she would be there so he got himself ready for the event and would wait for the perfect opportunity to talk to her again.


It was late afternoon now and the celebrations were now starting. The summer king stayed in the shadows watching and keeping an eye out for Leila. Fortunately he did not have to wait as she arrived carrying a baskets of spring flowers—tulips, daffodils, and lilacs. She was also dressed for the occasion as well.

Leila looked like she stepped out of faerie to join the humans. She wore shimmery wings and long flowing summer dress. On her head she wore a wreath of flowers. Her soft brown hair flowed between her wings. She had her hair tied up in the store. He decided he liked her hair down. It made her look so much more ethereal.

The summer king made his way to towards the festival and mingled in the crowd hiding from her for a bit. He wanted them to meet casually again and then he walk to her. Leila was now a booth handing out flowers to everyone. He decided to go up to her booth.

Leila caught sight of him before he got there. Their eyes held each other till he got there. She did give him a warm smile. “Welcome.”

He smiled back at her. “Why thank you, this is wonderful and you look beautiful. Her face beamed as she thanked him. He was taken back a bit as he expected her to blush or something but she did not. It was like she was in her element. She handed him a bright yellow daffodil.

“Thank you. I will see you later I hope.”

“Oh yes, there is dancing!”

He laughed at her excitement. “That’s good to hear as I am good dancer. Maybe we can have a dance?”

Her eyes caught his breath. It was like they changed and twinkled in front of him. He was going to stay with her but decided not to frighten her but his Leila was not what he thought she was.

As the evening wore, the feast was getting ready to be served. A lot of the human food didn’t interest him. He found Leila helping out. He watched her nose wrinkle a few times as if she didn’t care for some of it either. That intrigued him or she was just fussy. Nevertheless he would find out a little later. People helped themselves and he observed what she had on her plate. It made him take notice. She had brown mushrooms and some mixed greens that had dandelion in it. That seemed to be her favorite.  The summer king moved closer to her and thought maybe they might be able to eat together.

“May I sit here with you?”

She looked up at him with those eyes again. She smiled and said yes. He couldn’t help but notice when he sat down that she had some moss on her plate. He didn’t mention it to her.

“How are you enjoying it so far?”

“It has been most interesting. Do you help with this all the time?”

“Yes, I do. This is my favorite day of the year.”

His eyes glanced over her wings and when she bent over slightly his eyes went wide. They were attached to her like a real faerie. He sucked in air and that made Leila look back up at him. “Is there something wrong?”

“Oh no, not at all. I just made a wonderful discovery and I couldn’t be happier.”

She smiled and was about to say something when the music started up. Leila leaped up and looked at him and he didn’t need for her to ask, he got up and took her hand and off they went to dance. They danced do the lively music and she laughed.

It was quite the transformation from the young lady he saw at the bookshop. If she was faerie why did she not pick up on him? So, he decided to test her a bit and let a little bit of his glamour fade to see if she would notice.

They danced for a bit more and then she wanted a drink. So he picked her up a drink of what was a punch of sorts. She wrinkled her nose at it but drank it. “Would you like something else to drink?”

“Oh no this is fine.”

“Are you sure as I’m sure I can find something for suitable.”

Leila gave him a look and it ws then that she took notice and almost dropped her drink. She quickly looked around and then at him. She started to back away with this frightened look on her face. Suddenly she turned and ran for it.

He was right behind her and they were now in the woods in the park all alone. He caught her before she leaped into the air. “Don’t run from me. There is nothing to be afraid of I promise. I will not harm you.”

He thought she was going to fight him. She was breathing heavy but he could feel the strength in her. “I promise not to harm you,” he said again, trying to reassure her.

She threw up her chin at him. “You know what I am.”

He nodded. “It’s okay. You can be what you really are in front of me. Show me yourself, I want to see you in your natural beauty.”

She gave him a wary look. But slowly her glamour started to fade. Her skin was soft greens and mottled browns. Her soft brown hair shimmered in the filtered sunlight. Her eyes were hazel with green hues mixed in. They were wild and he was stunned.

“You’re a late summer faerie. Why are you here?”

She looked away. “I ran away.”


“I did not want to be married off to someone I did not love. So I came here and hid. No one has been the wiser as to where I disappeared until you showed up.”

“I see. Your secret is safe with me. Let’s sit and talk some more.”

They sat on a fallen tree log by a small creek. He learned that she was to marry the fall prince. He told her he heard about his intended mate fleeing. The prince was quite hurt by it and somewhat insulted.

“I’m not going back and that’s it.”

The summer king was amused by her determination but he also knew she would not survive here forever. “I’ll tell you what Leila, why not let me smooth things over with the prince and perhaps he will have another intended by now. Then you will be free to be with whoever you want.”

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

“Yes, I would. But there is something I would like in return for this favor.”

“What is that?”

He stood up in front of her and let his glamour completely disappear. She gasped.

“You are the summer king.”

“Yes I am.”

“What is the favor my king?”

“I want you to be my summer queen.”

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Thursday, 11 May 2017


             Hello this sunny morning! In the coming of Mother's Day, we have a poem. I wrote this a while back for my own Mom. Now I'm sharing it with all the Mom's out there. Happy Mother's Day!                                                


Her touch is the calmest and the most gentleness.

Only she can ease ones troubled mind.

It’s what she does naturally.


As young children we look up to her in awe.

She is our mentor and the one who teaches us life’s secrets.


As we grow older, we tend to sometimes forget certain things.

We need reminding of our mother’s sacrifices, just for us.


When we become parents ourselves, our mother’s teachings can reflect on us.

When our kids complain, we sometimes see ourselves and wonder, “How did mother do it”?


That’s when it comes to us.

We must thank our mothers and sing her praises!






Thursday, 4 May 2017


Hello and it finally has warmed up where I am. Today we have a little magic about the moon and stars. And if you like you can donate some tea money into the tip jar. Happy reading! 




She was born under a faerie moon. Her true name was hidden but most called her Midnight.

Her hair was black like the dark sky and her eyes shone like the moon.

Midnight’s favorite place to visit was an old tree that she believed to have been born under.

She would look up into the knotted branches and make wishes. A few of the faerie folk thought she was looking for eyes somewhere in the tree but the tree never shared its face with her.

It would then have to answer questions and it refused by not looking at her.

One night she decided to bring the tree something and maybe it would then open its eyes.

“I have something for you this time. I brought stars from the sky for you to hang in your tree branches. They will sparkle in the night and make you beautiful,” she told the tree.

Without waiting for a response she threw a handful of stars up into the tree. They flew around its branches and then settled like pixie dust on the knotted old branches.

The tree started to come to life. It glowed and the way the old branches moved it was happy with what she gave it.

Then something happened.

The old gnarled tree started to change shape and form into something else. Midnight stood back with wide eyes to see what would transform before her.

A tall black mist loomed over her and then gently settled to the ground forming something with wings.

When it turned around they smiled at her. Midnight smiled back.

A tall handsome male faerie strode towards her. His dark hair shimmered from the stars that clung to his hair. His eyes shone like the moon.

Midnight was speechless.

“Who are you,” She asked him.

He grinned. “Let me thank you first for removing the curse that held me as a tree. My name is Starflower and I lived in the meadow until I was caught and cursed.”

“Who cursed you?”

He sighed. “It was your mother.”

“My mother? How could that be? I never met my mother.”

“I know but she wanted to protect you from me.”

“Why? What will you do to me?”

“Nothing to hurt you I assure you. I just wanted a wife that was born from the moon. I am born from the stars. We would make a perfect match.”

She crossed her arms studying him. “I guess we would but how do I know that I would love you?”

Starflower smiled and his face glowed under the moon’s light. “You already love me silly. You have visited me for a long time and wished for love under my branches. You knew your love was here and when you gave me the gift of stars that set me free, you found love.”

Midnight’s eyes went wide and then she smiled. “Okay, what do we do now?”

“Take my hand and I will take you to the forest where I was captured. I miss it so much. We can be married there under the moon and stars.”

His memories of the meadow took him straight to the very place and now the moon was full and the stars twinkled above them.

They were married in the tall grasses and wild flowers. Starflower made her a flower wreath for her head and she made him one and together they found an old tree to call theirs.

Soon one of their children would be born under this tree and they would become the magic of the moon and stars.

Thursday, 27 April 2017


Good day to everyone. Another poem for you to read. The weather here is still cold but we can dream about our gardens.


                                                                Garden Dreams


Frost has covered the ground this morning.

Clear blue sky shines along with the sun that melts the frost.

The air is cool and crisp.

I breathe in the fresh air.


The sun promises to warm the air and warm the blooms that won’t give up.

The garden waits to be cleaned and the fall garlic waits to be planted in the cool ground.

Sunflowers give their last nod to the sun before bowing to the ground.


Larkspur, nicotine’s and malva scatter their seeds recklessly to the ground to color your garden where they please.

Soon the ground will be frozen and a season passed on.

A frothing of white will blanket us and make us dream of posies that once were.


The seed catalogues will keep us warm and we will make such grand plans.

Ripe red tomato pictures and plump cucumbers will entice you to pick them and of course the latest fashioned petunia that spills out in colourful ruffled little skirts whispers-pick me.


Until then, we will dream along with the cat of warm days and green grass along with the reckless abandonment of the garden that now sleeps under a cozy white blanket.





Thursday, 20 April 2017


            Hello everyone. Today I have two tiny poems. Spring has been rather cool here so these sping flowers will help brighten things up. Happy reading!                                                  

 Spring’s Whispers
                The cool air of spring kisses our cheeks and whispers for life to begin.
                We look for green buds and emerging green shoots from the cold ground.
                Songs fill the air once again from the feathered ones.
                Spring whispers to them that it is time to nest in those lilacs and homemade bird houses.
                Springs whispers hope, renewal and anticipation of warm summers.
                We await!

  Spring’s Song


The south winds warm winter’s breath and ends the sleep beneath the white blanket.

Spring bulbs poke through giving us many promises, they do.

Volunteer seeds eagerly show us their greens and urge us to-let them be.

Summer birds once more grace us with their presence. Like poets they sing to us their sonnets-just for us, of course.

Mother Nature once more graces our flowers with her jewels of many coloured butterflies and lady bugs that we so adore.

Spring’s song sings out promises to the rebirth of her new season.

May we all join in her song and be filled with promise.





Thursday, 13 April 2017


Hello and happy spring to everyone! I hope it has arrived where you are. We are in for a wintery long weekend here where I live. Oh well. Here is a little Easter flash fiction for you to enjoy. If you celebrate Easter, I wish you all a Happy Easter from Short Stories & Stuff!

Wonderland Easter

Flash fiction

Spring marks the first days leading up to Easter and that is when all the wondrous creatures in wonderland come and have a party.

They decorate a long table in the middle of an opening in the forest. Above in the trees, decorations that have been made by everybody attending, hang in the trees.

Ribbons, pieces of cloth and decorated eggs with feathers adorning them hang in the branches.

Everybody brings to the feast.

An assortment of nuts, berries and some fancy juices made by the faeries and woodland creatures fill the long table.

Everything goes fine until the rabbit shows up because he thinks all the time that the party is for him.

When he finds out that it is a celebration of the spring and not just for him, he sulks and drinks all night getting loopy on faerie wine.

That’s when he demands attention but no one gives it to him.

One party he showed up all dressed and ready to go out. He said this was the biggest delivery of eggs that he would be making.

They asked where his basket was then to carry all these eggs.

He shrugged and said that he would find it when it was time. But then he ate too much and drank too much faerie wine and fell asleep face down on his plate.

They couldn’t wake him.

In wonderland they didn’t really care if he delivered his eggs or not. But a little mouse thought that they should be delivered and none of them were too interested in helping the little mouse.

He was too little to carry a large basket of eggs so what was he to do?

They others danced and danced and paid no attention to the little mouse or the sleeping bunny.

But finally someone did feel sorry for the little mouse. A hawk said that he could ride on his back and drop the eggs from the basket that he carried in his beak.

Now the little mouse was not silly as he knew the hawk could be trying to lead him astray and make a nice light meal of him.  

He shook his head and the hawk ruffled his feathers and joined the others in the festivities.

The little mouse looked at the rabbit again and went up to him and pulled at his ear and nothing happened. He was out and was not going to wake up.

A young spite came up to the mouse and offered her help.

He eyed up the little sprite and she was a little bit bigger than him but not by much.

“How are you going to carry the basket?”

She giggled. “I might be small but with a little fairy magic, I can carry the basket and you can drop the eggs down.

The little mouse thought this might work so he agreed.

Now it was time to find the basket of eggs and the rabbit didn’t know where his basket was.

Together they knew the rabbit would not wake up and even if he did, he probably would not remember where his basket was. What were they to do?

Then the little sprite came up with an idea. She flew up into the tree branches and pointed to the decorated eggs with fancy feathers on them. The little mouse nodded.

The faerie spite went and got a basket made from grape vine and she dropped the eggs into the basket filling it.

The little mouse climbed into the basket and off they went. She flew fast thought the little mouse and then it was time to drop the eggs.

With the feathers attached to them, they fluttered down to the ground unbroken.

They delivered quite a few and then the basket was empty.

By the time they arrived back, the rabbit had woken up.

He realized he was late and rushed off.

The next morning it was reported that the children got so many eggs but their favorites was the ones that they found beautifully decorated with feathers.

They had never seen anything like it.

Happy Easter from Wonderland!