SHORT FICTION

Thursday, 26 March 2015

SHORT STORY-POPPY & THE PRINCE-THE WINTER QUEEN


Hello everyone. I hope everyone is fine. Today I have another installment of Poppy & The Prince titled The Winter Queen. Hope you enjoy. Have a great weekend!






The Winter Queen
 
 
 Poppy's heart pounded in her chest. Please don't come after me. Please...please. She knew that she was pleading with herself but she kept running until her feet came to a sudden halt. The site before her held her in her place.
It was a small clearing in the forest and it was all white as in snow. In the middle was a mound but it was covered with snow and she couldn't see what it was really.
There was movement behind it that made her startle. She gasped as she was it was the faerie that was beside Tomcat. She had heard Tomcat call him Efren. He leaped over the mound and landed in front of her. Efren was holding a bow and arrow. Poppy finally got her feet unlocked and backed up. He looked at her and all around him. It was as if he was looking all around him for someone or something that might come out of this snowy little world.
 
"What is it?" Poppy muttered.
He wasn't saying anything and then he held his finger up to his mouth to tell her to keep quiet. The trees around then started to shake and the snow that stuck to them came crashing down to the ground making him jump.
Poppy was about to turn around and run when a voice echoed inside the wintery setting. She stopped and so did Tomcat's tribe member. She watched his eyes widen like he knew who or what it was and that terrified Poppy. She went to run when a snow wall erupted in front of her. She could hear Efren hiss behind her.
"Come back this way so we can talk."
She glanced over at him and Efren let out a huff. His breath hung in the air as he looked at her with anger.
She could see something glittery behind him. The glitter moved. It was moving towards them. She was trapped between him and whatever it was.
It was another faerie.
She walked toward them holding a staff with a silver globe on top. The glitter Poppy saw was her wings. They spiraled into the wintery air and glittered like the sun hitting the snow. She wasn't very big but Poppy could feel the fierceness that she carried herself with. Her gown looked doll like and was silver and blue. Her hair that was in a unique braid matched the color of her dress.
Her ice blue eyes shone as she got closer to Efren. Poppy watched them as they reacted to one another's  presence. Her tiny thin pink lips almost sneered at him. A low feral growl that started out low and then went high. It reminded Poppy of two tom cats about to have a fight.  The bow in his hand was ready.
As quick as a cat she flung a wall of snow into his face. He leaped up into the air firing his arrow at her but she was quicker. With a flick of her wrist she plucked him our of the air and brought him down crashing into the snow. She was now on top of him.
Her staff rested on his throat. Poppy watched in horror. Was she going to kill him? Should she try and run again? There was nothing stopping her now.
She went for it and ran. Poppy could hear high pitched feral noises behind her. It made her run faster. She was back into the forest again and lost.
She looked up into the forest trees that appeared as high as skyscrapers. Why did this feel so unfamiliar to her? The school playground should be in on the other side, no? Or the row of houses that were on the other side of the clump of trees? No, this was strange Poppy concluded.
She whipped around and there she was. Away from the snowy world she looked different. Her shimmery wings looked dull and dirty. The staff didn't look anymore than a gnarled old piece of oak with a tarnished silver knob on top. Her silver blue dress looked pale.
She tilted her had at Poppy and grinned. "You look like someone I once knew. Why don't you tell me who you are?"
Poppy bravely threw up her chin at her. "Who are you and what did you do to him?"
She pouted like a two year old. "Was he your love?"
Poppy shook her head. Her pout to turned to a smile. "Then we won't talk about him. Who are you and why are you running or who are you running from?"
She came closer to Poppy. "I'm the winter queen and you are?"
"Poppy."
"Well Poppy, tell me why you are running. I'm most curious."
A sudden voice behind Poppy made her jump.
"She belongs to me."
Poppy whipped around to see Seth sauntering towards her.
He looked dangerous and Poppy held her breath. When he reached her he took her hand. He was cold. Why?
"She belongs to you?" Her voice suddenly became high pitched. "This isn't the one, is it?"
"No, it's not." He practically shouted at her. The anger in him transcended into her and made her shiver.
"Ahh, she doesn't love you, does she? Oh dear, that is a problem. What are you going to do with the little thing?" She was mocking him and getting great delight in tormenting him.
"I don't know. You have any ideas?"
Poppy's eyes went wide. "What?"
Their eyes met. "You deceived me and I will punish you for this."
She heard a giggle behind her and clap of hands.
"Let's play my favorite game, shall we?"
Seth's eyes were as cold as ice. He rested his forehead against her. "I'm sorry but you didn't listen. You hurt me."
"I'm so sorry and I promise to listen, okay?" She had to talk him down somehow.
His hands started to warm and his face took on a softness. She thought it worked.
Seth looked over at the winter queen.
"Tell me, what is your favorite game again?"
 
   

Thursday, 19 March 2015

FLASH FICTION-THE FROST PIXIE

 
 
Hello and happy spring! Our snow is almost all gone. It has been cold but today is suppose to be warm. Hope it's warm where you are. Today I have some flash fiction. Hope you enjoy. 
 
  
 
 




THE FROST PIXIE
 
He's not very big but he can certainly do his thing. The frost pixie is ice blue and flits around in the morning.
The air is always cold and you know he is near.
His favorite is the sedum. He can rest on it while he paints the tips of the flowers with white.
Sometimes he sings when he sits there. He sounds like a bird singing.
His whitish blue wings are bigger than he is and are translucent. When the first ray of sun hits them they shimmer.
Don't try to catch him, you'll end up with a nasty bite.  As beautiful as he is, one must be very careful and keep their distance.
If you come near and he knows that you see him, he might try to lure you to come near and follow him. You do not want to follow him.
Where he lives, is very beautiful but extremely dangerous. 
Only admire him and let him go about his business.
If he winks at you, you might be in for some good luck or not.
Take care of the frost pixie. 

Thursday, 12 March 2015

POPPY & THE PRINCE SHORT STORY-THE GLASS COFFIN

 
Hello, I hope Spring is finding you were you live. It slowly coming here.  Today I have another installment of Poppy & The Prince. Hope you enjoy.
 
 
 
 
Poppy & The Prince
 
The Glass Coffin
 

 
There was a glass coffin in the centre of the faerie forest. No one was allowed to go there. But they did anyway.
Some would leave gifts of nuts, leaves, and necklaces made from violas. Others would sit on top of the glass coffin and talk to her and maybe try to waken her.
Of course, she did not waken.
The one in the coffin was cursed by the prince. He wanted to make her his princess but she ran away and so she was punished.  
The glass coffin is still there.
The fall king who told her call him Tomcat looked down at Poppy and grinned. "Are you running away from your prince?"
Poppy swallowed hard. "Are you saying that I will be cursed like her and put into a glass coffin?"
The others around stirred and muttered amongst themselves in their own faerie tongue. She didn't understand them.
"I'm not saying anything my dear. I just want to know why you ran away from the prince. You know he is about to become a summer king?
Poppy shook her head.
"Well, he is and he wants a mate before he becomes king. It will make him look stronger."
Poppy looked down at the ground. "I should be going so if you would escort me...
He laughed making her shiver. "I think we should invite him here so he can see who has you. This will call for favor."
"Don't do that," whispered Poppy.
Tomcat raised an eyebrow. "Did you say something dear? Speak up so we all can hear you."
"Don't invite him, please." She met his green eyes this time. Poppy could feel the magic in them. She looked away.
He let out a soft laugh. "Of course you don't want me to invite him." He smirked. "I was only teasing. I would never invite him here. That would be nasty. He has a quick temper that prince boy does. Did you know that? Oh, I guess you didn't or you wouldn't have ran away."
He came up to her and sat down beside her.  "You can stay here if you like."
The smell of the forest and damp earth wafted around her. It clung to her skin.
"Thank you but I should be going." She got up and went about two steps when he was in front of her. How did he do that?
"No, no, I insist you stay. We haven't shared any food yet. What kind of host would I be if I didn't offer you some of our food and wine?"
Poppy knew she had already ate some faerie food and drank their wine so it was too late for her anyway but she didn't want to share any wine or food with Tomcat. She had to find a polite way to decline his offer without offending him. She looked up at him trying not to focus too much on those green eyes of his and offered him a small smile. "Thank you very much for you offer. It has been most generous but I ate not long ago and would just really like to be on my way. Again, thank you for everything."
She stepped around him and started to walk away when his voice stopped her.
"Don't you want to hear the rest of the story love? Don't you want to know more about the girl in the glass coffin?"
Poppy slowly turned around. All eyes were on her. His green eyes shone like a cat. Her skin had goose bumps.
"Come, sit down love and hear the rest of the story."
Her feet though were frozen to the ground. She figured the cause was fear.
Tomcat gestured to one of the others who leapt up and two strides was beside her. He gently pushed on the small of her back, pushing her toward the rest of them. She had no choice but to go. He escorted her to a seat beside Tomcat.
He smiled in satisfaction. "That's better. Now. about the girl in the glass coffin. The prince went to her one day and was going to wake her but something happened." Poppy waited for him to continue but he was remaining quiet. Then he leaned over to her and in a low voice said. "She showed up." His body shook.
"Who is she?"
"The winter queen. She is very powerful and possessive. Apparently, the queen wanted the girl for herself. Why she wanted her is beyond me but the queen had her centricities. What ensued that night with the prince and queen was quite something." He paused for a moment as if he was trying to figure something out. "They struck a deal."
Poppy was guessing he would have like to know what that deal was.
"So, what happened to the girl in the glass coffin?"
He looked down at her and once again the damp smell of the earth enwrapped her. "They let her go."
Poppy frowned. "They let her go? Why did they do that if they both wanted her?"
"Well, " he grinned. "I think I have figured it out. The girl has been guarded all this time and now the prince once again is trying to claim her. The queen on the other hand probably still wants her but only if the girl does something. Then he has to hand her over."
"What would that be?"
"I'm guessing running away would be one."
"Running away?"
His grin grew into a full smile. "Yeah, runaway. Just like you did."
Poppy's chest sunk. She got up and looked up at them all.
Then she ran like she had never ran before.

Thursday, 5 March 2015

SHORT STORY-ROSE & SAM

Hi everyone. I hope it is warm where you are. It's cold and windy today where I am. Today I have one of my strange little stories. Hope you enjoy.

Rose & Sam
 
 
They met at a poetry reading. He liked her red hair and sat down near her.
Rose was an artist who did painting on the street and sold them. She drank green tea.
Sam wanted to go up to her but didn't know what to say. He was shy.
When the poet finished his piece, it was intermission. Rose looked around and the first thing she saw was big brown eyes staring at her. She smiled.
Sam blushed but got the courage to sit down next to her. He told her his name and asked if she wrote poetry.
Rose said sometimes. She also told him her name and informed him that she was an artists who painted.
Sam said he painted too and asked her where she sold her stuff. Rose told him.
When intermission was over , he bought her another green tea. That made her smile and Sam thought her smile was the prettiest.
When the evening was over Sam walked her home. They decided to meet where she sold her paintings and paint together.
 
***
 
 Sam looked out the window and it was raining. They wouldn't be able to paint together. He texted her.
Rose read the text. She replied that there was another place that could paint.
That made Sam happy. He would get to see her smile again.
They met at a park where there was an outdoor area that had a roof on it. It was very protected. It was a good place to paint thought Sam.
As they talked about art together, they learned things about each other.
Rose learned that Sam didn't like thunder storms but didn't mind the rain. He thought it was soothing. He also told her that he was unhappy of late because his mom and dad were getting a divorce. Sam said he didn't want to go home as it wouldn't be the same.
Rose sympathized. She told him that it was just her and her dad. Her mom took off to pursue a career and didn't want them. She said she missed having a mother in her life.
Together they decided that you had to find your own path in life and make you own happiness.
After an hour there, the rain stopped and the sun came out. Rose went out onto the wet grass in her bare feet and danced.
Sam took off his shoes and joined her. They danced in the sun and laughed. He told her that was the first time in a while that he had felt happy. Sam also confined that he loved her red hair and smile.
Rose replied that she thought his crooked nose was sweet.
They both went home that night and wrote a poem for each other.
Rose wrote about finding things in life and Sam wrote about love.
They met everyday for a while, getting to know each other. Sam found himself in love. He decided that he wanted to be with Rose so when they met in the park, he told her wanted to talk about something.
He got there a head of her and set up his stuff to paint. Sam waited for her.
An uneasy feeling came over him for some reason. He texted her.
There was no reply. In the end he had texted her five times. There was no reply.
Sam decide to go to her place.
When he got there, there was an older man outside talking to a police officer.
He looked distraught.
Sam felt fearful and scared. But he went up to the man anyway.
The man looked at him and Sam told him who he was.
Sam found out that Rose tried to take her life. She had been taken to the hospital
He immediately went to the hospital to see her.
 
***
 
Rose laid in her bed with eyes closed. Sam took her hand in his and she in haled at his touch and opened her eyes. She had blue eyes.
Sam inhaled as well and asked if she felt okay.
Rose replied that she did but still felt groggy.
They talked for a bit about what had happened and why.
Sam told her that she was important to him and that he would be very sad if she wasn't there.
It touched her to hear these words and told him that she didn't want to make him sad.
Sam told her a story about and artist who was a sculptor.
He said that she lived in a world of her own and never saw the world around her. Her sculptors were faeries and gargoyles. People bought them to put them in their gardens. This artist had said that these were her friends but she was wrong he told Rose. Then one day she went to the beach and walked out into the water.
She never came back in.
Sam made Rose promise that she would not do this. That her art would not become her world.
Rose got out of the hospital and stayed with Sam.
He cared for her and each day she grew happier.
They decided to stay together and look out for one another.
Rose and Sam painted together and sold their painting at the spot Rose told him about.
 
***
 
 
A few years later Sam and Rose were married.
They were married in the park where they danced.
Times had been tough but they got through them and past hurts were mended and life went in different directions.
As long as they had each other, they would face what they could and try find solace in hard times.
They made their home at Sam's place and in the garden stood a gargoyle and in another garden was a faerie. Big sculptors stood guard over the home.
Rose liked to paint in the garden.
Sam told her that the artists had been a past love and that he couldn't part with these pieces.
Rose told him that was okay. She liked them and they needed to stay in the garden.
 
***
 
In the café were they met hangs painting by both of them. Visitors ask about the paintings all the time. The owner didn't remember the names too well but others remembered the red haired artist and her boyfriend.
Rose and Sam were what the painting went by for those who remembered them.
No one knew whatever happened to them.
Someone thought they had moved to the dessert where the suns always shone. It helped Rose with her dark days.
Another person thought that she had died but wasn't sure.
Whatever was the case, they touched people's lives everyday with their art.