THE FAIRY PRINCESS

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The Fairy Princess

 

 

No one at first knew she was hidden there. When they did find her, that's when the stories came to life.

It was long ago when she was made princess of her court. Another court was coming to celebrate, the summer faeries danced and sang songs.

The new princess, Mara, was unaware that these celebrations were more than just about her becoming a princess. Mara was also to meet her future mate.

This was the reason for the summer court's invitation.

When Mara heard this news she was devastated. She did not want a mate chosen for her.

So, she snuck out the eve before the big celebrations. Mara figured if she stayed away for a bit, the intended mate would be mad at her for a no show and call it off.  

There was a secret hiding place that Mara liked to hide that no one knew about. It was tucked in some tall grasses and large bush that was perfect for hiding in with its large leaves.

On the small path she met someone.

"Going some where Princess?"

Mara eyed the little troll with mistrust. She knew all too well these tiny trolls were thieves.

"What do you want from me?"

The troll laughed and reached into his little pouch. "I should say that I really don't want anything from you dear princess but I can help you out of your undesired situation."

Mara's eyes went wide. "How do you know?"

He chuckled. "Everyone in the land knows of your upcoming nuptials ."

Mara flushed with embarrassment. Of course everyone knew.

"I don't need your help." She quickly went around him and walked with a quick stride making distance between herself and the tiny troll.

When she got to her hiding spot she felt like she was being watched. Mara turned her head to see if anyone was behind her. She thought perhaps it might be the little troll but she didn't see him.

Mara was about to climb into her hiding place when a soft low voice pulled her attention to behind her. When she looked, there was the most handsome faerie she had ever seen. He was riding on the most beautiful fey horse she had ever seen. Its silver reins shimmered and its blue eyes twinkled.
His golden hair almost shone in the night and his eyes glowed as if they were stars. He stepped down off his horse and walked towards her without making a sound.
"It is not safe for you to be out here. Let me take you home."
"I do not want to go home. I am to meet my mate tomorrow and I do not want to marry him," she said all too quickly.
"I see, but how do you know if you do not meet him. Maybe you will fall in love with him."
Mara was captivated by this fey. "Because I want to choose my own mate. I want to fall in love on my own." Mara cast her eyes down feeling her face flush. She was thankful it was dark out as she felt embarrassed confessing all this to this stranger. When she looked up their eyes locked and her breath was still. Her muscles couldn't move.
Silence settled between them until he let out a breath. "Please let me help you. I may have a solution for you."
Mara's eyes went wide but felt apprehensive. "Why would you help me?"
"Because I can tell that you want to be in charge of your own density, no?"
Mara was so captivated by his sweet song of a voice that she came closer to him and was now looking up into his blue jeweled eyes. This was someone that she could fall in love with. In fact she was falling in love right now.
 "I will accept your help." But before he answered a sound from over the hill could be heard. Mara knew it was the court looking for her. "They are coming for me, I have to hide."
She went to hide in her spot when he grabbed her arm. "I can help you hide."
The sounds of the court were getting louder and closer.
"I have a secret hiding spot here." She gestured to the spot and went inside with the faerie right behind her. The darkness of the hiding spot swallowed them both hiding them from the encroaching court. The sounds of their horses rumbled by them.
Then everything appeared to be quiet.
"I think we are safe," he said.
Mara was relieved but now she was standing very close to him and she could smell his warm breath on her face. The scents of moss mixed with a winters breath filled her. Her eyes closed in the dark space.
When she opened them his blue eyes shone. "You are so beautiful," she whispered.
Despite it being dark she could see him smile. "You are special and I want to help you. What I am about to do will protect you until I come back for you."
"What are you going to do?"
He pulled her close and kissed her. Instantly Mara felt the coldness run through her. Her arms flew up trying to get away but it was of no use. She now couldn't move and her entire body felt heavy like stone.
He heard the rumble of the horses coming back. When they got close he stepped out.
The courts horses came to a stop. Mara's father got down from his horse. "What business have you here in this court winter faerie?"
"I come with no ill intention your king. I am simply resting and will be on my way come sunrise. I heard the noise and simply came out to investigate."
The king sighed. "I see, you haven't seen a young girl have you?"
"No, I have not seen anyone on my travels."
The king turned and mounted his horse. He eyed the young traveler and moved on with the rest of the court.
"You're playing a fools game, you know."
The winter faerie whirled around to the tiny troll.
The tiny troll bravely came close. "If he finds out what you did, you will be killed. I could help you escape with her."
The winter faerie scoffed at him. "I don't need your help and with my magic no one will find her. I will come for her and take her to my winter world. Be off with you before you feel what kind of magic I can really do."
The tiny troll backed off but before he left he turned to the winter faerie and said, "You two will never find each other."
He was gone before the winter faerie could do anything to him.
Time passed and the young princess was never found. The court believed her to be dead.
The young winter faerie did come back but in all his searches he could not find the spot. He gave up finding her.
She wasn't found until one day a young faerie couple were playing in the glen when they came across a small knoll that looked like it at one time had a entrance to it. They investigated and found the a stone faerie hidden inside.
The king and what was left of his court was long gone. All that was left was the stories that was told about the missing princess.
They took the stone faerie out of her dark grave and brought her into their court yard where they placed a stone bowl that held water on top of her outstretched hands. The summer court planted wild flowers at the bottom of her. That is where she stayed while the stories kept on being told.
 

 



Flash fiction-THE SUNFLOWER GIRL

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THE SUNFLOWER GIRL

 

 

 

 

The other sunflowers were in the back and this small one that didn't grow as tall was in amongst the tomatoes. They didn't seem to mind her. In fact they said she was always friendly and gave them lots of room.

She always had a smile for everyone and even the birds liked her. A few flowers that had self seeded wished they were elsewhere. They complained that her leaves were too big and they couldn't get enough sun.

The onions were also complaining even though they were clearly out of her way but they complained about anything.

Come evening though, the complaining stopped because the sunflower girl as the garden called her would tell stories to them before they all nestled down to bed.

The sunflower girl knew so many stories that she would tell them three or four a night.

The garden loved her.

 



Flash Fiction-MEMORIES

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MEMORIES

 

 

 

It was a long time ago but when I saw the pink daisies it reminded me of a certain day so long ago. You had announced that this was your last summer here and in the fall you were leaving to go live in another country-Ireland. I couldn't believe that you were actually going to do this.

All summer we talked about all the things that we had done together and even the times we got into trouble. The summer slipped away too fast as it always does.

You were to leave right after the long weekend and now it was the long weekend. We gathered at your place with a few other friends and had this pathetic send off. We toasted to you with cheap wine and hugged you with well wishes.

Before you left you gave me these pink daisies out of your mom's garden. You said these would remind me of you. I thought that was weird at the time. But you were quirky anyway.

Time went by us both after. The pink daisies faded into yesterday's memories and  soon the postcards from Ireland were also apart of the memories.

So, when I seen these pink daisies today, 10 years later, I was sent back to another time and I did remember you, just like you said I would. Isn't it funny how something like these simple flowers can ignite such memories?

I wonder how you have done over the years. I do remember hearing that you had met someone. I wonder how that turned out for you.

I might even have one of those postcards kicking around. I should go look. Maybe I can find the address and if I do, I'll try and find another postcard with pink daisies on them.

See if you remember because I certainly did.

 

 

 



Flash fiction- THE THREE FAERIES

Hello everyone and happy August! Hope your summer is going great. Hope you enjoy todays flash fiction piece.

 

 

The Three Fairies

 

 

You would never know that they were there. Three little pansy faces looking happy and bright.

 

Come evening time though, something happens. The pansies stretch out like butterflies and eyes show through the blotches inside the pansy face. 

 

They flutter about with other flower faeries in summer's late evening hours. These three special faeries flirt the most with their colorful wings. They especially like to be near the jasmine nicotine with it's heady scent. The humming bird moths like to gather here as well.

 

They all have wonderful time enjoying nectar and those wide eyed bright pansy faces are always the life of the party. 

FLASH FICTION-DAISY MAISY

Hi everyone! For the last day of July here is a piece of flash fiction for you to enjoy. Hope you like it. Have a great weekend!

Daisy Maisy

 

 

 

He knew when he seen her it was love at first sight. Her smile lit up a light inside of him.
The question was how was he going to win her over. Should he send her flowers?
He wasn't sure but it had to be special so he went out of his way to find her something that would catch her attention.
What he could tell and what he found out was she didn't like fussy things so roses were not it. Maybe flowers weren't what he should give her?
Perfume? That made him wrinkle his nose. Never liked the stuff.
No, it would have to be simple and yet pretty.
He thought for what appeared to be a long time and if he didn't think of something the fellow who smiled at her would be there before him and he would lose his love.
Out the corner of his eye he spotted a patch of white daisies. With one stride he plucked them and headed toward his love. The other fellow was on his way to her as well!
When she looked up their eyes met and at first he didn't' think she wanted him to come towards her but then her smile lit up her face as he got closer.
He held up the daisies hiding his face.  The other fellow laughed at him. "Is that the best you can do?"
He felt deflated as the other fellow held out a single rose to her.
His love lost her smile. Oh no.
What he didn't notice was that she was not frowning at him but the fellow with the single rose.
She sent him on his way and smiled at him.
"I love daisies, they are my favorite flower. How did you know such a thing?"
He smiled at her. "I just knew."
"My name is Daisy you know."
"It suits you. You're my Daisy Maisy."
She flushed as he placed a daisy in her hair.

THE STONE BUTTERFLY

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The Stone Butterfly

 

 

The little faerie Petal loved to frolic in the violas even though she was warned of the stone butterflies.

 

She always said that she was careful and most of the time she was. However there was one thing that little Petal didn't know or perhaps the other faeries didn't know was that the stone butterflies could shape shift.

 

Petal went skipping into her favorite viola patch and discovered a little boy faerie with the most beautiful wings she had ever seen. He looked to be enjoying the violas as much as she did. Petal got quite excited and ran up to him.

 

It was like he was waiting for her. He smiled at her and made Petal almost blush. His beauty was something she had never seen before. "You have beautiful wings."

 

He smiled back at her again and when he spoke his voice sounded like one of the song birds thought Petal. "I've come here as often as you. I like the flowers like you."

Petal looked a bit confused. "I've never seen you before though. Why didn't you speak to me then?"

"I didn't want to scare you I guess but I was here right with you in the garden and once right beside you."

"Were you invisible or something?" Petal was not believing him.

"I was hiding in the flowers." He stood up and his wings lifted him up into the air. He hovered above Petal for a moment. "Hold out your arm to me."

"Why? I can not hold you on my arm."

He smiled down at her and Petal couldn't help but stare at his wings that were so delicate and yet strong.

"Trust me," he said. "I won't weigh anything."

She sighed and held out her arm. In a blue blur he came down and landed on her arm He was a beautiful blue butterfly. With one finger she touched his wings. She followed the pattern on his wings all the way to the part that swooped out.

Then the world changed. Petal looked around and everything was blurred until nothing.

She had turned to stone in the middle of the viola garden. The stone butterfly was now stone and perched on her arm. Her stone eyes gazed upon him.

He could still fly around but always returned to her arm.

 



CAT FLASH FICTION -SHARE THE KITTY LOVE

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Share The Kitty Love

 

 

 

It's a very special kind of love. The two of them tell me they are the only two that share this kind of love. It's called Kitty Love. I had to get them to explain it.

 

Together they said this kind of love is like having cat treats all the time. Also the face washes are always special even though one of them said she got a little too much slobber on her.

 

The cuddling time in the pink basket was always special as that meant they beat the tom cat to the basket. It puts his nose out of joint.

 

I sighed on that one. I think that is just one of the things they like to do to him, not part of the kitty love thing but I didn't say anything.

 

If they could package up the Kitty Love thing they thought and give it out to the whole world, it would be such a lovelier place. I didn't ask if they would sale it. I didn't want to know really.

 

But the best thing of all they thought about their Kitty Love was each other and the time they spent together. That was the real kitty love.

Now that sounded all sweet but I think one was just trying to get her extra treat that the other one didn't see in her dish.

 

But I was only guessing.