MISTWOODS

Welcome everyone! Today I'm introducing you to a new world that I will be writing about in the future. This is sort of a prequel flash fiction. I hope you enjoy.

Mistwoods

There is a world that has existed for longer than man has. It is filled with legends and folk lore that has conjured up many a story.

Certain times of the year a veil is open and that is when the magic folk are seen. No one that crosses over or is enticed by the folk are ever seen again. They like to steel the curious and tell the tales that they heard in their youth.

Only they are not quite what they heard. And when they come to their senses, it’s too late.

Mistwoods consists of castles and kings with courts that rule each separate realm. Creatures of many forms live there. Some are winged and look like dragons and others look like butterflies but are deadly.

Mistwoods is a dangerous beauty to be hold but not a place for the curious to visit.

Passerby’s look into the woods when the mist is thick and come back with tales of what they saw. Horses with wings and ethereal creatures with eyes like cats that shine in the dark light.

Keys and amulets hang from some of the trees. Sometimes silver spoons glimmer in the morning light. No one knows what they mean.

The stories will continue to enchant and tales of lost ones gone missing will always be told when the veil becomes thin.

The message here is to be cautious of Mistwoods and don’t dismiss the tales that you hear. Some say that some of those folk wear a glamour and look like us. It could be your best friend.

Be careful of travels that you take near Mistwoods.

You have been warned.

 

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JACK WAS HERE-flash fiction

Welcome! Suppose to get some heavy frost tonight so I might have a visit from this fellow. Happy reading and wishing you much sunshine!  

 

 

Jack Was Here

 

Flash fiction

 

He can never sneak away without not touching something and leaving evidence that he was there.

The urge to touch everything is just too delicious in his mind. So, with abandonment he touches everything in the early morning hours when the coldness in the air is just perfect.

With one finger he make frost dance and skip.

Frosty icicles glimmer in the morning sun and tiny frosty patterns glitter when the sun hits it.

All his work. His silver blue eyes shine when he stands back and admires his handy work.

A cold breeze rustles his white hair threatening to shatter his frosty creations.

He holds up his finger and tells the breezes to hush.

Soon everything is quiet.

Then the first ray of sun comes shining through and he is gone.   

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FLASH FICTION- BLUE BELL BOY

Hello! Today's flash fiction is about one of my favourite flowers. Hope you enjoy.

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Blue Bell Boy

flash fiction

It was rare to see the flowers in the meadow.

But the site of this one stem beckoned me over. I went over as if my name was called out.

I knelt down in front of the stem of delicate blue bell flowers. The blue was so intense and the sun made the blue sparkle.

I smiled.

My finger very softly brushed against the biggest one. I think a tingle went up my arm.

The thought of picking it crossed my mind but I had heard what happens when you did that.

Stories made up by the older ones I knew. Nothing would happen if I picked the bluebell. I thought to myself if I just plucked one for my hair that would be okay. I wouldn’t pull the plant out by the roots or anything.

Maybe it would seed and more would come and fill the meadow. That thought warmed my insides.

The decision was made then. I very carefully plucked the biggest one in the bunch. There was a smaller one next to it that wasn’t quite open yet.

I stood and looked down at my treasure.

That was when I sensed something or someone.

The stories I heard as a child suddenly filled my ears. I shook my head and slowly turned.

I froze on the spot but thought he must be from the town. He smiled.

His hair was a pale blue and his eyes were indigo blue. It was the eyes that held me as he sauntered up to me still holding that smile.

Very gently he took the bluebell out of my hand and put it in my hair. I held my breath.

The scent of sweet honey and bergamot danced around me. He was so close to me and I knew that he was not from the town.

My heart raced as I dare not move. I felt like a deer in the hunter’s eyes.

He picked some other wild flowers around us and put them in my hair as well.

Then he was pleased as his smile grew.

“Perfect.” His eyes met mine and I almost gasped.

“Don’t be afraid of me. You know the tales. I knew you’ve heard them all. But let tell you a secret.”

Fear was holding me with iron hands. His indigo eyes were feral and wild. He leaned in close to me and his sweet breath against my ear felt like a summer breeze. “I’m far more dangerous than the tales you’ve heard. But I think you know that. I won’t harm you. No fear.”

His lips almost touched my cheek but then he pulled away and was almost nose to nose with me now. “What is your name my sweet one?”

I didn’t know how I got my tongue to work but I said “Lily.”

“Lovely name. But you forgot one thing from the tales that you were told. You weren’t supposed to tell me your name. You know why Lily?”

A thousand warnings went through my head trying to find out what I had just done.

“When you dream at night Lily, I can say your name and summon you to me. You will have no choice but to come to me.”

My eyes went wide. He smiled warmly at me. “Don’t worry. It will be alright. I will show you a world unlike anything you have ever seen.”

Without warning he kissed the top of my forehead. Then he was gone as if he had never been there.

I touched my hair and nothing. There were no flowers there. I looked over to where I had seen the clump of blue bells. I couldn’t find them. I went looking for them and I felt like I couldn’t remember where I had seen them.

But I knew I did. I headed back home feeling a bit shaky thinking about him. I knew what I saw was real and the stories I had heard were all true.

The thing was I knew he told me something important but I couldn’t remember what it was.

A breeze came up and I could smell rain. I picked up my pace.

As I started to run to beat the rain, I thought I heard something behind me. It was almost like a song or a soft voice.

I'm pretty sure I heard my name. This feeling of joy and anticipation fill me.  

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THE DRAGON FLY PRINCE-FLASH FICTION

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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CAT FLASH FICTION-LAZY MAZY

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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THE PATH INTO THE FOREST-FLASH FICTION

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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FLASH FICTION-CAN YOU HEAR ME?

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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