Thursday, 26 November 2015


Good day everyone and hope it is warmer where you are than where I am. I have a short flash fiction price today. Hope you enjoy! 
Pretty As You
I was so surprised when you gave them to me. They arrived on a day that I was sad.
My days before were dark and stormy. Things in my life were a challenge and when we talked I dumped on you. You listened.
Now my days are starting to see the light.
I invited you over to thank you.
You came and we had coffee with those awful donuts that you like.
I placed the flowers on the table.
You smiled at me pleased that I loved them.
We sat and talked for a while and then you said you wanted to take me out.
I was surprised. You told me if I said yes, you would buy me more flowers.
I told you that you didn't have to do that. I would go out with you.
But when we went out to the movies, you gave me more pink flowers.
You said I was as pretty as they were so you had to get them.
I thanked you for all you did. My dark days were now behind me.
We spent that day together and your sunshine shone on me all day
You said you loved me.

Thursday, 19 November 2015


Hello, I hope it's nice where you are. Today is our first snow storm. Today I'm changing things up a bit and posting a poem that I wrote some time ago. Hope you enjoy!

The Poet
She, who is a fairy, sits in my tree and writes poems on leaves.
After she is done, she sends the leaves into the wind only to have the wind's whispers lose the words.
She continues to write regardless, determined her work will reach their destination.
I watch her through the window wondering what she writes.
Who is she writing to?
She reveals nothing.
She stops and ponders for a moment. I'm sure she is carefully pondering her words in her mind in perfect sequence.
Perhaps melancholy thoughts seen through golden sunshine fills her poetic eyes.
She gives me a wink.
She continues to write on emerald green leaves.
Once again she send her poems into the wind.
She scolds the wind. Not this time.
The wind whips around her giving her promises in the summer breeze.
Once again the wind's whispers loses her words in the wind.
Oh well...
She flutters up holding onto a leaf in her hand and off she goes chasing the wind and her poems.   

Wednesday, 11 November 2015


Hello everyone and hope your day is going well. Today is a flash fiction piece and I hope you enjoy! Have a great weekend! 

We'll Fly Away Together
It was a curse put on them by a scorned lover.
What was meant to be, turned out to be not true. But Folia would not have it. When she found out that her intended to be was seeing someone in secret, she vowed she would get revenge for her broken heart.
So, Folia went on a trip to see a wise old witch. It was a hard trip and she almost did not make it.
But she did.
The old witch was dubious of anybody from the valley. They all hated her and scorned her. So, when she saw this young girl at her steps, she was suspicious.
Folia told her story to the witch and then she understood why she was on her door step.
"My child, I'm sorry for your broken heart. You have traveled along ways to come see me to help you. I will grant you one wish."
Folia was happy. She told the old witch to kill them both.
The witch nodded and then added. "For every wish I grant, I ask for something in return."
"If it's money or gold, I can give you plenty of that."
The old witch smiled. "I have no need of money or gold. But there is one thing that you have that I would like."
"What is it?"
"Your beauty. If I had your beauty, I could leave here and live somewhere else and no one would no what I am."
Folia shook her head. "What would become of me?"
"You are rich and you don't need your beauty. Your family will take care of you."
Folia shook her head. "I will not do that. I will keep my own self."
"Then we have no deal," said the witch.
"Can't you think of something else?"
The witch thought for a moment. "How about I receive your beauty after you die. Then you will have no need for it then."
Folia thought about the old witch's proposal. "I could live a long time and my beauty might fade as I age."
"I believe you will age quite nicely and your beauty will still shine."
Folia grinned. "Fine, you can have my beauty when I die."
The old witch smiled. "Then your wish is granted."
Folia left quite happy but just before she made it home, she fell off one of the paths that she was climbing down and hit her head. By the time anyone found her, she was dead.
The witch was now beautiful and living in another city. She was very happy.
As for the two lovers, the witch did carry out her promise but instead of killing them she turned them into identical butterflies.
The lovers she knew would fly off together.
Their life would last for as long as fate would let them be.
Butterflies were delicate creatures she knew.

Thursday, 5 November 2015


Hello everyone! I found this lovely pic of a violin and thought of the of the person playing it. Hope you enjoy it. Have a great weekend! 
The Violinist
His playing sounded magical. Some thought he was. In any case, to see and hear him play was something one did not forget.
Maria was one soul who fell in love with the violinist. She had traveled far to come hear him this night.
Maria was hoping that this would be her night with him.
She dressed in her finest gown and did her hair and makeup to the best.
When he played, the room was transformed into another world. It was like no other.
When he finished she went to find him backstage. She stopped short when she found him.
He was cleaning his violin, preparing to play the next set. Maria couldn't go towards him for some reason. It felt like there was some invisible wall between them.
Maria tried to get his attention but her voice was silent.
He got up and now she thought he would see her. But he walked away from her, not glancing her way.
Once again he played and enchanted everybody. Maria was unhappy now and did not even listen to him.
She left before the concert was even over. Maria sat on a bench outside the theatre.
People were leaving now so she guessed that the concert was now over.
Maria got up and went to leave when she heard music.
She turned around and there he was playing-for her.
Maria stood in shock and watched him. It was a mournful peace and it made her heart ache.
When he finished he smiled at her. She started to come towards him but he held up his hand stopping her.
He took up his bow and struck the violin making quick short notes and then he did a fast run. She did not understand what he was doing.
When he finally finished, he came up to her and took her hand and kissed each finger.
Her insides melted.
Slowly, he bent near and kissed her cheek. Then whispered in her ear. "You fell in love with magic."
Maria couldn't say anything and watched him disappear into the shadows. She heard his violin play in the distance.