SHORT FICTION

Thursday, 27 July 2017

THE WOOD NYMPH-FLASH FICTION

Today's flash fiction is a bit longer-almost short story length. Hope you enjoy my little wood nymph tale.
 

The Wood Nymph

Flash fiction

She was born from the oak seed and acorn seeds that fell to the ground. The forest around her protected her while she grew.

They told her stories of the forest so when she grew up she would know everything there was to know so she could protect herself.

One day she had a visitor who called himself a wood king. He wanted her to grow in his kingdom but she did not want to leave the forest.

He promised her everything and more. He said that she would see flowers for the first time.

“Would you not like that?” he cooed.

She was wary of him and shook her head at him.

The forest trees around her never said anything and she wondered why. Maybe they feared him?

She was not going to show fear of him and turned away from him.

That was a mistake.

Her roots were being lifted up out of the ground and the more she tried to grasp on the earth that she came from, the more pull she felt.

Now she was moving from the spot that she grew from.

She cried out to the forest but all she heard was the crunch under the wood king’s feet.

Now she was standing tall in a flower bed. Her roots shared the delicate roots of the flowers that felt cold against her.

She wished to be back in the forest but how was she to get back?

The answer came one day when the king’s son visited the garden. This was his favorite garden and when he seen her he was horrified.

“What are you doing in my garden?”

“You’re father brought me here. I do not wish to be here.”

He looked at her warily and then said, “Really? Well, maybe there is something I can do about that.”

“Will you take me back to the forest?”

He nodded. “I will come in the wee hours of the morning and I will move you before the sun rises.”

She could tell that he wanted something in return.

“In return for doing this, you must stay in the forest hidden from my father. Old dead trees will hide you.”

She did not want this, she wanted to be in the forest where all the trees were alive. Where she was ripped out of the ground.

“I will not stay hidden in amongst the dead. I want to be planted where I was rudely taken.”

The prince sighed. “Alright then, but you must disguise yourself then. If you don’t I will have no choice but to cut you down.”

Her eyes went wide.

 

So, just before the birds woke, she felt herself being lifted out of the garden. She only hoped that he took her to where she was born.

When they reached the forest however, there was a nasty dragon there and he was eyeing up the prince.

The prince dropped her where they stood, at the edge of the forest and ran for cover.

The dragon flew up after him but soon stopped and flew down to where she laid.

She stared into amber gold eyes that resembled flickers of fire burning.

He studied her for a moment before speaking. “Why was the prince taking a tree out of the king’s garden?”

“This is my home. The king took me and his son did not want me in his favorite garden so he brought me back. I almost made it home.”

She could feel a sadness wash over her. Her roots tried to dig into the soil but it was too hard and stony at the edge of the forest.

The dragon could see that she was in trouble.

“I will put you in the forest if you do something for me.”

She had no choice.

“I fly alone and I want a mate to be with me.”

She looked at him confused. “I am a tree.”

The dragon smiled. “Yes, you are but you are no ordinary tree. You have magic in you and you can shift into a dragon and fly with me.”

She did not know this and didn’t’ really believe it. But she nodded anyway so he would move her back.

The dragon carefully carried her to the exact place where she was taken. Her roots dug into the rich loam and her whole self-felt alive once again.

The dragon told her that on the night of the new moon, he would come for her.

When that night had come, she warily looked up into the night sky. All she could see was the tiny glows of the stars with the moon off in the distance.

She closed her eyes and rested.

She woke up early in the morning and she remembered clearly the dream she had or so she thought it was.

There was upheaved earth all around her. How did that happen?

Suddenly vision of flying through the star filled night came to her. How did she do that?

It must have been a dream so she asked the trees next to her but their faces were blank and they could not talk to her.

She looked all around her and the trees were silent.

That night she called out to the dragon to come to her and by surprise he did.

“I dreamt that I flew. Did I fly with you?”

“Yes, you did. I told you that you had magic.”

“Why don’t the other trees talk to me then?”

“They can’t hear you because they can’t see you. The prince hid you so the king would not find you.”

Now she was all alone. She did not want this. “I don’t want to live alone like this with no one to talk to. Help me.”

“You could fly with me all the time. Then you would not be alone. I would not be alone. Does that sound good?”

She nodded and that night and every night after when the moon and stars shone and even on moonless nights, they would fly together.
 
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Thursday, 20 July 2017

Chapter one

Hi all! Today I have something a little different. I'm sharing a chapter one of a story with you. I hope you like it.


Chapter One

 

 
Amelia Addison was a dress girl. She loved to dress in vintage dresses. Another love was boots-the kind that they wore almost in the same time period. Her favorite was the lace ups. Amelia thought they looked sexy.

That thought was probably best kept to herself she knew as when others saw her wearing her boots and vintage dresses, their noses scrunched up. Amelia didn't care.

Today was her first day on a new position at the flower shop. The owner had a funky vibe to her that Amelia liked from the moment she met her. Tamara also liked her style of dress which was a win for her.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, her brother rolled his eyes. But then he smiled. Thatcher was her twin brother. They could not be any more far apart in their tastes than any other twin siblings. Amelia always teased him about his conservative dress matter. Thatcher always reminded her that doctors did not wear anything else.

That always made her laugh and feel pity for all doctors.

"Ready for your first day on the job?"

Amelia smiled as she made herself some green mint tea. "Yes, I am. Tamara is going to let me do some of my creative designs."

Thatcher hugged his twin sister. "I'm happy for you. Are you managing everything okay? School and work is a stress that you don't need."

Amelia wanted to roll her eyes but didn't. Her emotional problems of the past always reared its ugly head when stress came into the equation. But she had been good for some time now. Amelia had not had any panic attacks for over a year.

"I'm good. Everything is fine." Amelia loved her brother Thatcher who looked out for her but sometimes he hovered too much.

"We'll remember that if things get a little too hard to handle, that you can come to me for help."

She grinned back at him. "I know all that too well but this will be different."

Thatcher kissed her on the forehead. "I'm sure it will. I must go but remember...”

Amelia rolled her eyes and shoved her brother into the direction of the front door. "Go before you end up following me to work or something."

He laughed and grabbed his coffee to go and went out the door. The sound of the door shutting echoed in the foyer.

Now she was alone. Amelia sighed. She knew she was lucky to have a brother like Thatcher. He was her rock when their parents were killed that night. She didn't think for a long time that she would ever come out of the darkness. But Thatcher shone light on her life and brought her back to the living again.

Amelia took a deep breath and opened the fridge door to grab some yogurt. She plugged in the kettle for tea and started thinking about what designs she was going to make. A new shipment of flowers were coming in today and she couldn't wait to see them.

As she poured hot water into her favorite flower mug she noticed the mail. When her tea was made she grabbed the yogurt and looked down at the mail. Amelia never got any mail. It was always junk mail or some medical letters for her brother. This had her name on the envelope in some fancy writing. When she picked it up, even the paper felt special. She turned it around a few times looking for a return address. But there was none.

So, she opened it.

 Amelia pulled out a stiff piece of paper that was folded in half. Her eyes widened at the site of her of her name. It read:

Dear Amelia,

You are cordially invited to a ball being held at Michail theatre. Amelia smiled to herself and nodded. "Nice brother, inviting me to one of your hospital funds."

She didn't read the rest of it and set the invitation down on the counter. She sighed. "Those functions are always so stuffy. Not my thing."

Amelia poured her tea and sat down thinking about some of her designs. There was a note pad at the desk by the phone so she quickly got up and grabbed it. There was a pencil in the drawer that didn't need sharpening with an eraser at the end that wasn't all used up yet.

She sat back down next to her tea and started doing some sketches. Amelia was full of ideas and today she got to try some of them out. That made her very excited.

As she took a sip of her tea, her eyes glanced at the invitation.

That's when she noticed that the hospital insignia was missing. Amelia picked it up and looked at it one more time. At the bottom of the invitation was a name. There was a signature at the bottom. Dimitri. Amelia mouthed out the name to herself.

"Who is that?

Just at that, the doorbell rang.  She dropped the invitation onto the counter and went to the front door and looked through the peep hole.  It was a delivery man.

She opened the door and in his arms was a long narrow package. "Are you Amelia Addison?"

Amelia nodded politely and after signing for him, he handed her the package.

Into the kitchen she went back and set it down on the kitchen table. There was a large peach pink bow wrapped around the ivory box. She pulled it away and inside was peach pink roses.  A soft pink envelope was tucked in the flowers.

Amelia was almost scared to pick it up and read the card inside. But she did and sure enough the name matched the name on the invitation.

It was a short note. I hope you got the invitation and I do hope you love these roses. Please do consider excepting the invitation and being my guest for the night. I will be in touch.

A funny vibe went through her body. She lifted the roses out of the box and looked to see what shop they came from. She dropped them back in the box. It was the same shop that she worked at. Did Tamara not catch this? She would have said something.

Amelia took a deep breath and picked up the roses to prepare them for a vase. The roses were beautiful and the color was something that she had not seen in the shop. A prickly feeling went up the back of her neck.

She gave herself a shake. It was time to go to work. She dumped her tea into a travel mug and headed out the door to catch the bus at the corner.

Amelia just made it to the corner. The bus was a bit late so she waited. She was the only one at the moment waiting.

A car drove up and the window rolled down.


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Thursday, 13 July 2017

THE MERMAID AWAITS-FLASH FICTION

 
Happy summer to everyone! Today's flash fiction is mermaid tale. Hope you enjoy! 
 
 
 
 

The Mermaid Awaits

Flash fiction

She sits on the rocks and looks out over the ocean.

The waves crash up against the rock splashing her but she pays no attention.

Whatever it is out there, is captivating her.

Finally she slips down into the frothy waves and disappears.

There was a story that use to be told of a ship that crashed against the rocks and that there was one survivor.

That survivor would have died if he had not been pulled to shore. Whatever had saved him was something that had lived in the sea.

Many stories were told to what that was. The kelpie was the favorite story but the one that was rarely told was the one of the mermaid who had fallen in love with the survivor.

Some fisherman said that they would see her sitting on the very rock that she had pulled him onto. Then she would be gone.

It was said that when she saved him, she granted him a wish.

It was not known what the wish was but that was when she would wait on the rock as if waiting for him.

Some stories said that he did come back and that now he was like her. Others dismissed that and said that there was no survivors from that crash.

That’s all it was—stories. But yet some said that on a calm night, they could see something out in the water. One said that they caught a glimpse of two tails going under the water.

The mermaid had found her love and now they were together.

Whatever the story, some swear they see that mermaid sitting on the rock looking out.


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Thursday, 6 July 2017

CAT POEMS

Hello and today we have some cat poems for you. Hope you enjoy!


CAT POEMS

 

ADMIRATION

I know that you admire me.

I can see it in your eyes.

You like to watch me wash my delicate coat and move my hind leg behind my ear.

It amazes you or you are envious of my feat.

My eyes captivate you when I glance at you.

They look like they possess magic. Maybe they do.

I won’t tell.

I’ll just lull you with my purr.

It soothes you so.

It makes you sleep and dream of dreams that only I know.

I put them there.

You often dream of me. You’re dreaming that you lost me.

You wake up.

Of course you didn’t lose me, silly.

Go back to sleep.

 

CAT SPELLS

I cast my spell over you.

You give me everything.

I like your bed the best, especially your side.

I leave a small amount of my fur behind as a little gift of thanks.


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