Thursday, 27 October 2016


Hello. Today we have a special kind of prince. Hope you enjoy.  

The Dragon Fly Prince

Flash fiction

It was a miserable day and he had flown a long way. He needed a rest.

Something shimmered in the morning dew and he flew down. He looked carefully to see if she was at home.

He clung to a thick piece of twig that was holding the web.

The beads of dew hung like globes of glass. Reflections of the grass around mirrored back to him.

He knew this was a bad idea to take rest here and just as he was about to take off a soft voice drifted over to him.

“Welcome to my home my prince.”

His wings froze. He looked over and she was coming towards him. She was as black as a moonless night.

She stopped but a short distance. “What do I owe this honor?”

“I just came to rest my wings. I will be on my way.”

“Oh don’t rush off. Your wings are heavy with dew. Why don’t you share some tea with me where the sun is warming? Your wings will dry and the tea will warm you," she cooed.

He nodded and followed her up to the top where the sun had already dried the dew off some daisies.  

She poured him some tea in a small seed shell and handed it to him. He looked down at the clear liquid.

“It honey tea from the flowers. It’s very good.”

Her voice sounded like the morning birds. He watched her sip her tea. Very slowly he raised his tea to his mouth.

He could feel her eyes watching him. Something told him that he should not drink the tea.

She leaned over. “What’s wrong my prince?”

He took one tiny sip and dropped the seed cup. His wings whirred above him and he almost got a way when his body felt stiff.

He fought hard but he fell to the ground. She was on him as quick as a blink.

She stared down at him. “This is going to be a most delicious treat.”

“If you harm me, you will be hunted by them.”

She frowned. “How could that be?”

“I made a deal with them. They could be here in the meadow if they protected me.”

Her black eyes went wide and she looked around to see. “I don’t see anybody yet,” she grinned.

“They will come.”

“Now now, let’s not tell tales. I will wrap you up as snug as can be.”

Something whizzed above her head. She ducked close to the ground. It made a chirping noise. She scowled at him. “It’s a bird. How dare you. The bird will eat you before it gets me.”

The dragon prince managed to move his wings and suddenly they came alive and he took to the air leaving her far behind.

The bird took another swoop. It flew away with something in its beak.

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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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