Riddle Heart

Riddle Heart (470 words) “You know what you have to do,” said Jack. Philadelphia hesitated. He was right, she did know what she had to be. It was just too incredible. A fairy’s arbitrary favor and blessing, cursed prince turned outlaw, and a quest through a fantastic maze Philadelphia would never have believed existed, allContinue reading “Riddle Heart”

Story Time

Story Time (99 Words) “Were you ’fraid, Tilly?” Noel sounded as tiny as he was, looking up into Mr. Caddy’s face with the wide open eyes of a six-year-old. “Wisht, no,” said Mr. Caddy. He challenged his audience with mischievous eyes. “D’ye know why I wasn’t afraid? Well I’ll tell you. I knew, sure IContinue reading “Story Time”

The Choosing of Scoral and Lune #writephoto

The Choosing of Scoral and Lune (878 words) Scoral was a handsome mer, graceful and strong, his long hair the color of ripe kelp and his scales the same fiery orange-gold. He was chosen by Lune for his fearlessness and wildness. All mer have that wild edge to their personality, but Scoral was known toContinue reading “The Choosing of Scoral and Lune #writephoto”

Seasons and Morning Mist #writephoto

Seasons and Morning Mist (203 words) She remembered standing on that ridge overlooking that moorland. It had been a morning like this a little over a year ago. The sky had been that pale, cool pink softening towards a rainy afternoon chill. She remembered huddling under her cloak, trying to keep the rain out asContinue reading “Seasons and Morning Mist #writephoto”

Facing the Stones (434 Words)

It was traditional, not to say required, to be married before the stones. The people of the fields and drops of Little Boulding had kept to this tradition, not at all a requirement, since before anyone could remember. So of course it was expected that if they were to be married, even a goblin andContinue reading “Facing the Stones (434 Words)”

The Right Gift #writephoto

The Right Gift (119 Words) No, not flowers. He liked flowers, but it didn’t seem right. She sat, looking down at the quiet ground that was so unlike him. Davy had never been quiet. He had never stood still. Even in sleep, he was always tossing and stealing the blankets for himself. Peg’s mouth crookedContinue reading “The Right Gift #writephoto”