SHORT FICTION

Thursday, 22 December 2016

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

Thank you to all who have stopped by to read Short Stories & Stuff this year. I hope you all enjoyed it. I will continue on in the new year with a new post the first Thursday of January. Plus some new things happening that I will share then. I wish you all a Merry Xmas and a Happy Safe New year filled with good health and happiness!!
 
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Thursday, 15 December 2016

THE THREE CHRISTMAS DOLL SISTERS-FLASH FICTION

Hello! It's getting close to that time of year so I thought I would write a little Xmas piece for you. Hope you enjoy!

 
The Christmas Doll Sisters
Flash fiction
Once a year on the eve of Xmas, three very special dolls come to life.
Only those that believe in Santa and his elves will ever see them. Those who have grown and choose to not believe will never see the magic.
They come out of their hiding spot and venture out to all the children’s homes that believe in them. They place special gifts under the tree.
These gifts aren’t always in pretty packages. The next morning the children get other surprises like someone showing up that they hadn’t seen for a very long time, like a friend that had moved away.
They get to play all day with them and remember that time.
Other little surprises are things that were thought to be lost are found and some are found under the tree. The joy in having it back puts many a smile on little faces.
Treats of cookies are sometimes left on plates. These are cookies filled with yummy jam or coated in icing sugar. Mother forgot that she had made them. Or did she? She is very busy.
The Christmas dolls do all sorts of things on this night but the most important is that every child wakes up the next morning to something that will put a smile on their face.
With a little a little merry wish and a kiss of magic, Christmas day delivers its magic with the help of three very special little dolls.
 
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Thursday, 8 December 2016

THE WHITE HORSE-POEM


Hello everyone! We are just digging out of a snow storm we had over the last two days. So my wintery story here feels like good timing. Hope you enjoy! 
 
 
 
 
The White Horse

Poem

It was winter’s night.

Cold.

Clear.

Diamond snowflakes danced upon the whiteness of the snow under the moon’s light.

I walked the snowy path; to where I do not know.

I looked behind; there was no foot prints.

I kept walking.

There was no choice.

 

As I walked, a snowy owl graced me with its presence.

It called out in prose that chilled in the winter’s breath.

I followed it until it disappeared into the dark navy sky.

Snow rushed around me and rushed ahead.

I kept walking.

 

My eyes squinted in the moon’s light to see the glow a head of me.

It could not be.

A white horse was standing there. The moon’s light bathed it.

Maybe the Moon’s light was a horse.

Long white mane glistened with silver and white.

White breath snorted from its flared nostrils.

Even though it was dark, I could see the dark eyes that lured me closer.

 

It threw its head back and with a slight prance it gives me one more daring look.

With abruptness, the white horse turns and runs.

Snow filled with silver dust sweeps across my face with denial.

There are no tracks for me to follow.  

All that is left is my desire to keep walking.

At the end of my journey, the white horse awaits.

A call from the owl reminds of past prose.

 

I stop and give caution to the chilled wind.

Navy blue eyes give whimsy to my action.

Soon, it is I who lure the white horse.

The white horse bows and I mount with full intention.

We ride into paths, where we do not know.

 

But finally as most dreams wake.  

The white horse ends the journey.

I dismount with a heavy heart.

The white horse turns and runs sending snow and silver dust into my eyes.

 

When sight clears, I am left with prose full of promise.

I smile and bid my friend well until we meet again.

My white horse.

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Thursday, 1 December 2016

Dreams Take Flight-flash fiction


Today, instead of my usual pics I find I'm giving you one of my doodles. I love dragonflies. Hope you enjoy Dreams Take flight! 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Dreams Take Flight

Flash fiction

It’s a mystical feeling. Everything is quiet and the air is sweet with the perfume of the meadow.

There is a flutter here and flutter there. It could be a breeze or something else. If you feel a tingle race across your skin, then maybe you’re not alone.

Shimmers of light sparkle in the sun and you can feel the magic and it takes you with it.

Your mind races to places that you know don’t exist. But it is peaceful.

You feel like you are flying too and it’s wonderful. The current of air around you is soft and warm.

Perhaps what sounds like a whisper urges you to come fly but you don’t have wings.

It doesn’t seem to matter though. In this dream anything is possible.

Blues and golds swirl around and everything you touch is mystic.

Fly, fly away and let them take you.

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