SHORT FICTION

Thursday, 7 December 2017

SUGAR COOKIE DREAMS-poem

As I start to make my baking list and the ingredients I need, I thought of this little poem I wrote. Hope you enjoy!

                                                                SUGAR COOKIE DREAMS

                 Red and green glitter over the stars, bells and wreath shapes.

                Lovingly placed on the cookie sheet.

                Butter

                Vanilla

                Flour

                Time spent mixing, tasting along with smiles and laughter over the kitchen table.

                Memories baked with care and packaged lovingly in pretty boxes.

                Making that special plate for Santa?

                Taste the sugar, vanilla and crunchy toppings and dream sugar cookie dreams.

                Merry Christmas!

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Thursday, 30 November 2017

THE FROST TREE-flash fiction

Hi this mild winter day! Sunny too! Here is a little tale of a frosty tree. Hope you enjoy.





THE FROST TREE

Flash fiction

 

In the winter there is magical tree that affects a few days in the winter. Things like really cold winds and temperatures fluctuate wildly.

But the biggest thing is that it draws everyone out to come to it and no one knows why. Some offer it gifts thinking that it will bring good luck and others say prayers to wish good health to all.

Whatever the reason, the white frosted tree towers over the valley in the winter giving off a magical feeling that no one can deny.

So instead of trying to figure it out, everyone just celebrates it for whatever it means to them.

Happy Winter to all!
 
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Thursday, 23 November 2017

STORYBOOK DREAMS-flash fiction

Hello everyone! Today is about little girl and her adventure into Storybook Dreams. Hope you enjoy!






STORYBOOK DREAMS

Flash fiction

One night a little girl by the name of Rose decided to crawl into her book.

She wanted to meet the characters. Rose waited till after bed when the moon was shining through her window.

Keeping very quiet she crept out of her bed and went over to where her bookshelf was.

With both hands Rose pulled out the heavy hardcover book and plopped it on the floor.

Like magic is fell open onto a page that almost glowed.

Rose stood in awe as she could feel a breeze come out from the book. She came closer and looked in and could see a field with a steam running by it.

A tree with red leaves stood tall nearby. Some of the red leaves were whirling around in the air.

Then something came toward her and she stood back and watched a cluster of red balloons come floating up and they hovered in front of her as if they wanted her to take them.

So she did. They pulled her into the book and now she was standing on a hill with silky green grass tickling her legs.

Rose smiled and looked around. “Where am I?” she said out loud to whoever might hear.

“Why you are in the land of book dreams, my dear.”

Rose looked hard to see who had answered her. Then over the hill flew a large butterfly with different shades of red. He glimmered in the low sun.

The red butterfly landed on a nearby clump of daisies that were swaying in the strong breeze. He really had to hang on to not be blown away.

“Who are you?” asked Rose. “I don’t remember you in any of my stories.”

The red butterfly who had finally managed to hold himself still for a moment looked at her with his tiny black bead eyes. “I certainly am there. I flutter about where ever I want to go and whatever story I feel like it.”

“I see,” said Rose. “Where then are the characters of my stories? Is Buffy bunny here and my favorite fluffy kitty-Suki here somewhere? I would love to meet them.”

The red butterfly swung low to the ground from the breeze but managed to hang on. ”I believe they are in over there but they don’t like wind much. But don’t fret, the wind will die down soon. We can have a picnic.”

Rose clapped her hands.

It wasn’t long when the wind did soften and Rose got her wish.

Buffy the bunny and fluffy kitty-Suki came bounding out over the hill. Along with them came more, another little girl came with them. She looked like a rag doll but she could run fast.

She came up to Rose and swung her around all excited.

The red butterfly cleared his throat and everyone turned their attention to him.

“This is Rose everyone. She is here to have a picnic with us.”

They all clapped and got ready. The rag girl that Rose had called Kally, laid out a red and white checkered cloth for them to sit on.

Buffy bunny set out mismatched tea cups. Suki set a cake in the middle that Rose didn’t where it had come from.

They all sat down and the red butterfly lit down on the cloth. They found a stone to lay on top of the string to hold the balloons.

The cake was strawberry and everyone got their fingers sticky.

The rag doll had more napkins though and went down to the creak dipped them in so everyone could clean up.

Rose had a lovely time but now was falling asleep. It was time for her to go to bed.

The rag doll Kally took her by the hand and took her back tucking her into bed.

“Sweet dreams, and we will have another picnic with more friends.”

Rose hugged her own rag doll and drifted off and dreamt of the red butterfly telling her stories.

 
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Thursday, 16 November 2017

THE OAK TREE NYMPH-flash fiction

Hello everyone! Hope all is well. Today we have a little faerie tale. Hope you enjoy!


THE OAK TREE NYMPH

Flash fiction

It was said that she was once human but it’s hard to say given the ways stories can change with age.

Deep in the Old Ridge forest that is so old that a lot of it has even disappeared through time, is said to be where she met the love of her life.

Siera was walking through the woods and some said she was walking that day with a troubled mind and that was what caught his attention.

No matter what, when she came back from her walk, her mood was different.

Each day she made a trip back into the forest and her family was wondering why she was doing this so her father and brother followed her one day’

They lost track of her half way and could not find her. They both panicked and thought something had gotten her.

But when they went back, there she was. And when they asked her about it, she only smiled and said that she had only gone for some herbs.

They both looked at one another and ended up shrugging it off. They didn’t follow her again.

But this one day a stranger came to their cottage and was asker for Siera.

It was her sister that came and got her. Her father and brother were not home.

When Siera went to the door, she smiled. Her sister knew that this gentleman was not like them and ran to get her father and brother.

But by the time they all got back, Siera was gone. They all rushed to the forest to find her.

All they could see was some tracks that ended up at an old oak tree. None of them could figure out where she went. There were no other tracks leading anywhere but to the tree.

Finally after an exhausting hunt, they went back home.

They never did find her but her sister Mary who had gone for a walk in the woods and walked to the old tree where the tracks had ended. The rains had made everything lush and the air smelled sweet.

Mary looked around as if looking for her sister. When she turned around to leave, she felt a familiar presence. She didn’t turnaround right away but could feel eyes on her.

A prickle crept up her neck.

When she got brave enough to turn around Mary thought she saw eyes hidden in the tree looking at her and her own eyes went wide.

She whispered Siera. But when she blinked all she was some bugs crawling over the bark.

The experience haunted Mary the whole trip back. Thoughts of the stranger that Siera appeared to know played out in her mind.

When she got back home, she never told the rest of her family what had happened.

The whole story from there was vague and faded but it was believed that Siera had been taken by a woodland faerie and now lived with him in the old forest.

The old oak tree which is stands tall and big now is still there wielding unknown magic by her.  
 
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Thursday, 9 November 2017

THE MAGICIAN-FLASH FICTION

Today we have some black cat magic! Hope you enjoy.
 
 
 
THE MAGICIAN
Flash fiction
There is no need to fear him when he shows up suddenly. You know he is around when you see this little glow in the park near the edge.
Out of the blue you will see a lamp post. That is the sign that tells you the magician has arrived.
Now don’t expect to see a man or a woman. Sometimes you might see a black cat.
It could be his familiar? But no one knows or asks.
There is no hat for a rabbit to pop out of but instead things appear out of nowhere.
But if there is a hat, beware.
What comes out of this hat depends on you.
He will offer you wishes for your consideration. Be careful as you wonder how he knew what you always had wished for.
His green eyes will bewitch you as you ponder. Better to say no thank you.
Better to let him do his magic to just entertain you.
 
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Thursday, 2 November 2017

TODAY IS THE DAY-CAT FLASH FICTION

Hello and today we have some cat flash fiction. Enjoy!





TODAY IS THE DAY

Cat flash fiction

I woke up today with a tingle in my tale.

It’s going to be one of those days that goes exactly right.

My bowl will have an extra helping of wet cat food in my favorite flavour-tuna.

The sun will have warmed up my cat basket for perfect morning snooze.

And with any luck the other cats will want to play after.

But the best part of the day?

I just know that this will be the day I catch that red dot!!
 
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Thursday, 26 October 2017

AUTUMN TEA-POEM

I think the wind witch is back today. Very windy here with a skiff of snow on the ground. It won't be staying but the wind is sure blowing so I think we all could use a warm cup of tea. Keep warm and enjoy you tea!
 
 


AUTUMN TEA

Poem

 

The cool air wraps up around us and reminds us of the time of year it is.

The smell of autumn and its freshness feels good actually. A relief from the summer heat of a few weeks ago.

The leaves start to turn and fall to the ground creating a crunchy ground as we walk.

Raking and making piles for the kids and dogs to leap through and even a kitty.

Pumpkins gathered up from the garden and used for display.

Warm soup to be made from the pumpkins and butternuts to warm us up.

But a nice thing to hold in your hand is some tea while you sit in the old chair outside and enjoy what warmth the sun has left.

Apple cinnamon or peach apricot lose tea simmering in a pot warms the soul on a beautiful crisp autumn day.  

The spiced liquid we hold warming out hands goes through us and fills us with a warmth that makes us feel good and happy.

Enjoy some autumn tea and have a happy autumn!

 

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Thursday, 19 October 2017

THE WIND QUEEN

 
Today, in lieu of the windstorm we had  yesterday, we have The Wind Queen who was very angry here yesterday! Hope you enjoy!
 
 
 
 
THE WIND QUEEN

Flash fiction

She was angry today and she wouldn’t say why. Most said she was moody anyway and would lash out just for fun.

But the wind was so strong today that I don’t think the queen was lashing out for fun.

I think she was hurt and this was her way of expressing herself of her feelings.

She was not angry but who or what hurt her?

Questions would get constantly thrown into the wind she created getting torn into shreds.

So, there was a bit of anger there but still…

All we could do was wait it out until she settled down and her feeling were more rational.

The sun shone at least but her wind had a bitter bite to it.

Love can turn a warm heart cold. Maybe a love hurt her.

The wind had blown as hard as she could muster it until the day was coming to an end.

Maybe now she was starting to calm down. The sky was turning into many hues of oranges and reds as her wind started to die down but not completely.

Hopefully her feeling were being mended. The trees and grasses couldn’t take any more. Leaves of the trees were blown so far a way that it felt like they were taken to another part of the world.

Finally, the wind stopped and it was as if everything held its breath. Nothing moved.

The night quietly came and stayed wind free for the night.

There was only a light breeze in the night and when the early daylight hours started to emerge, a light breeze accompanied it.

Everything was fine until the sun came up and then the wind again started to blow.

I guess whoever had made her mad had not gave their apologies.

But at least her madness was not as angry.

There was hope.  

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Thursday, 12 October 2017

Novella

Hello everyone! Today I have something a little different. This is the start of what I think will be a novella and new fantasy series that I would like to write. No title yet. So here is the beginning of it and when I do finish the novella, I will post it here in two part or three depending on how long it is. Enjoy!


I could see him holding the blade to her chest. I knew what was going to happen. My heart was dying along with hers. But my love had some fight left in her. She made a move that made me smile but he was quicker, sloppy but quicker. She fell to her knees and that brought a smile to his face. I stepped out from the trees and startled him. His silver blue eyes looked shocked but then fell away to a smile that was fit for a dying heart of the one you hate. “Bryony, come to see your love?"

I was unmoving and with a flash I flung an arrow at him. It nailed him in the shoulder and I flung another arrow at him this time aiming for the chest or head which ever way the fool jerked. It seemed he was faster than anticipated. He hissed and flew in the air and turned to silky white mist. I ran to Ash. She was still breathing. He hadn’t killed her but she was still dying. Something was out of place. I gently rolled her over. It became visible to me. Blood ran down a small spear that she had been hidden inside her vest. It seemed when she fell it pierced her heart – just enough. I recognized it- the invisible spear of Lug. She never told me about it. I shoved the spear all the way in.

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Thursday, 5 October 2017

MISTWOODS-SELINA

Hello and welcome. Today I have another short story in my Mistwood's world. I see these shorts as a way of introducing characters to myself in this world. Hope you enjoy!
 
 
 
MISTWOODS-SELINA


Selina was tiny and that was an advantage. She could hide herself and watch. It was becoming a favorite pastime with her. Selina would sneak off from her parents home and go to the edge of the woods where the humans lived. There was one human that had caught her eye and she was most fascinated by him. He was also handsome and looked very strong.
If her parents knew or even a certain someone else, they would be furious with her. So, she always took her basket with her to make them think she was out gathering wild herbs and flowers. So far it worked and no one questioned her or followed her. Selina knew how to cover her tracks and scent so that no one could follow her. Her father taught her that to keep her safe.

Selena watched him work away at his wood cutting. She so badly wanted to come closer to him but she didn’t know if he would be one of the friendly ones or not and since he had a very sharp Axe, she didn’t want to tempt fate with him.

Soon after awhile, she knew he would be heading back to the village. He picked up his Axe and threw it into his wagon. Then he stood still as if he could senses something. He looked around and sniffed.

Selina froze. Did he smell her? What human could smell a faerie? She didn’t know what to do. Her legs wouldn’t move for her.

She watched him walk around his wagon and she could see those dark brown eyes scanning all around him looking for something.

Finally he took a deep breath and got on his horse and off they went to down the old path back to his home.

Selena came out then and carefully went up to the edge of the old path and watched him disappear. Her heart was still thudding. She grabbed her basket and off she went home.

Before she even got there she picked up this strong scent. It stopped her short. And that is when she noticed her empty basket.Quickly she turned around and walked back to get her herbs. She couldn’t go back with an empty basket.

But the scent got stronger. She walked faster to get a way. Before she knew he was right beside her. His warm hand slid around her waist and his warm sweet breath was at her ear.

“Where do you think you are running off to? Why are you in such a big hurry?”

“I have herbs to gather and I don't need help.”

Terisa looked down at her empty basket. “You’ve been gone for a while. Why isn’t your basket full? What were you doing all this time?”

She stopped and pulled herself away from him and threw her shoulders back. “I don’t have to answer to you. I can as I please.”

Terisa laughed. “You do have a strong mind but I know you all too well. You also have a curious mind. You can get transfixed on something or someone?”

Her chest thumped. “What are you talking about?”

He grinned. “I followed you today.”

Her eyes went wide and she could feel her face heat. He laughed softly. “Don’t worry love, I wasn’t threatened by that human you were watching. Why he was so fascinating to you is beyond my thinking. Don’t you know to stay away from them? Especially one with a weapon.”

“He didn't see me.” Her heart was still beating wildly. Was it Terisa that he could sense? This human perhaps has some talents that were special? Some humans did.

“I don’t think you should come out here anymore anyway. Did you notice that he picked up something? I thought I was going to have to rescue you.”

It had been a couple of days since she went and one morning it so beautiful out that she decided to take her basket and go gather herbs and flowers.

When she came to the path that she took to watch the human, she stood there deciding on what to do. Remembering Terisa’s warning about the human, she went down another path. She was almost at her destination when a loud crash shook the forest. She startled and looked ahead to see what it was. Maybe a deer?

But when she got closer, it was a man, a human man and as soon as he rolled over on the ground, their eyes met. Selina froze on the spot.

After what felt like a long time, he spoke. ”Could you help me up? I fell off my horse.” He sounded a bit embarrassed.

She cautiously came forward. He didn’t look at her funny and didn’t seem to realize what she was. So she helped him up. The smell of magic was so strong from him that it almost knocked her to her feet.

“You okay miss. Didn’t mean to make you fall.” He smiled warmly at her.

She shook her head. ‘No, I’m fine.”

You fell off your horse? Something must have startled him perhaps.”

He looked from his horse to her. Her chest started to take a lively beat. She couldn't’ believe that she was standing right in front of him.

“Perhaps,” he finally said. You should be careful out here. There are dangers that have come to this forest. Maybe pick your herbs closer to home?”

Her eyes went wide and she wondered if he was the danger. She was about to run when a loud sound screeching noise shattered the silence in the forest.

He looked down at her. Hop on the horse with me and I will take you back. We have no time.”

Before she knew it she was on the horse and he was tight sitting tight up against her.

They took off like the wind.

Now they were at her home and she was really scared now as her father came out to see what was going on.

He leaped down and helped her down. “Your daughter was in the forest when I fell. She helped me up and then we were attacked. I got away quickly and got her back home.

As quickly as he came he got up on his horse and bid them all farewell.

Her father came up to her and stood be her side. He looked over at her finally and said, “You were lucky he was there to get you away.”

Selina was a bit confused. Did her father not know that this was a human? The ones that he constantly warned her about?”

“Do you know who he is father?”

As he was escorting her back to the house, he answered her question. “Yes, my dear. I know who he is. He is one of the most powerful mages in this realm.”
 
 
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Thursday, 28 September 2017

AN AUTUMN KISS-POEM

Hello and welcome. Today is a small little poem. Hope you enjoy! Also my sale at Smashwords is still going on but my cat story is ending soon on the 30th. The novella is good till the 10th. Scrol down and get the links while you can, Happy reading !




AN AUTUMN KISS

POEM

His music fills my soul and carries me to a place that I feel is just for us.

With each soft note that he touches, a piece of him touches me and holds my heart.

I breathe him in and try to touch him with my mind.

Like the softness of down, he touches my back.

I quiver from the touch and the chill of his autumn kiss.
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Wednesday, 20 September 2017

YOUR NAME IS AUTUMN-POEM

 
It's that time of year and one of my favorites. So today I have a poem for you. Also if you haven't  noticed in the post below this one, I have a sale going on at Smashwords. If you buy ebooks from them, I have a 30% off sale on a couple of stories. Head on over and grab them up while they are on sale till the end of the month. Happy reading!! 
 
 
 
 
 
Your Name Is Autumn

Poem

You made my head turn.

Your scent was the sweetest ever.

I kept inhaling you-I couldn’t get enough of you.

 

I kept walking and looking in the direction of the wind that carried your presence.

My mind was filled with you.

I think you wanted that-I wanted that.

 

I walked and thoughts crept through me.

They were sad.

You were never going to show yourself despite the little noises and glimpses I caught in the corner of my eye.

 

A sweet breeze blows against the back of my neck.

I know it’s you-your scent wraps me up of thoughts of yellows, reds, and rusty browns.

I think that is the color of your eyes.

You tease me with your sweet scented breeze once more.

 

I hear a faint whisper in my ear.

I believe you are trying to tell me your name.

I know your name darling.

 

One day I will say your name into the wind.

Of course I know you will not appear-you’re too coy.

Still, I hope that one day…


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Saturday, 16 September 2017

QUICK SALE !!

If you are a Smashword's user, I have a quick sale on a few stories there.

Dirty Paws-The Unusual Stay At Home Day- a short story is 30 % off right now. The code you need at check out time is: JT97V and the link is here.
The other story, a novella-Curses & Madness is also 30 % off. The code you need at check out is: VT44V and the link is here.

Hop on over and take a look and browse through the rest. Happy reading!!

Thursday, 14 September 2017

THE MIRRORED VILLAGE-flash fiction

Hello everyone! Today we have a little magic in a tiny village. Hope you enjoy.




THE MIRRORED VILLAGE

Flash fiction

On a clear late summer evening the other village appears. No one knows much about it.

Some say it doesn’t really exist and it just a reflection but others know better they say.

Those that have gone in search of the other village never come back.

For those that don’t believe, they said that they were fools who simply drowned.

Others who do believe, say that the villagers that live there kept them or they decided to stay.

Whatever the real story is, no one knows more than a couple who wanted to go find the other village. They said they came back because they escaped.

This made a lot laugh and said they were simply better swimmers and made it back safely.

The couple stood by their story.

Not all laughed at them. A young man had gone to them asking questions about the place. They told him that everyone that lived there was a image of all that lived in their own village.

Those images were not like themselves they told him. They wanted to become one and take your soul they said.

The man didn’t respond just walked away quietly.

The couple were a bit worried that despite what they told him that he would venture off to this world.

Sure enough, the next day. When they decided to check on him, he was gone.

They ran to the edge of the village down by the water to look for him. Maybe he hadn’t left yet.

But he was not to be found and their efforts to find him was a failure.

Sadly they went back and told everybody what happened. They all told the couple that nothing could be done.

The next day however, the young man was back at his place. The young couple asked where he had gone.

He told them that he had actually gone to the other village and had a wonderful time meeting the people.

They were horrified.

The young man smiled. I heard your warnings and I knew how to go there then.

They looked confused.

He explained to them that he made himself look different and that no one there was like him. He said he saw himself but never came to him wanting anything.

So he said he was safe and that he would go back again.

They just shook their head and told him if he was wise, he would stay away.

It was some later the young man went missing and was gone for two weeks.

The village people feared that this time he drowned.

But a mysterious man came to shore in a small boat. It looked like the young man and most thought it was really him but the couple was not fooled.

They knew it was the mirrored image of the young man.

Late one night they went down to the shore and the young man was out there sitting on an old tree looking out at the perfect image of the village.

It was very eerie and the air was quite cool.

But the couple crept closer to watch.

They watched for quite a while and the young woman was getting cold so they decided to head back.

Just as they got up, the young man got off of his tree where he was sitting and waded into the water.

They froze as they both watched him.

The young man was up to his waste in water when another one in front of him popped up.

Now there was two of them.

They shook hands and the one that was sitting on the tree, disappeared into the water and the other image came onto shore.

The young man shook himself off when he got on land and it was as if he dried off instantly.

The young couple stayed where they were until he disappeared.

The next day everything was normal until they noticed that the young couple were missing.

Everyone was worried what had happened.

But like the young man, they came back.

Now people in the village were starting to tell other stories.

They were convinced that the young couple were actually from the mirrored village.

The young man had convinced people that they were wrong.

Others thought that he was one of them and that maybe more of their village people were probably from there as well.

But there was no way to tell who was who so they let it pass and just didn’t mention it.

 
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