And Only I Am Left To Tell the Tale

Red Phone booth overlooking a lush country village with a marina and a few boats, mountains and blue sky in the background.

© Ayr/Gray

Cover Reveal!

Glass and Feathers by Lissa Sloan, Book cover reveal (Available March 2024)

Announcing…Glass and Feathers by Lissa Sloan.

We all know one version or another of the Cinderella story: rags to riches,  dumping a dysfunctional family, but getting the handsome prince and a new home by story’s end. But what happens next?

Lissa will tell you all about it, coming March 2024. Here’s the beautiful book cover!

For more detail on the upcoming book and a link to present-day fairy tales, poetry, and Enchantment in general, please visit The Fairy Tale Magazine.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2023)

Morning Song

From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt: The Unicorn Challenge (04/21/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!

Moon sets as sun rises, soon disappearing behind a tiny fist of palm. Palm no longer whips, panicked in the worst thunderstorm since forever. The marina is still, taking no damage from wave and wind; the marina is well-protected. That’s why she brought him here.

She looks down at him lying half-out of the water, still handsome despite the battering and near-drowning. He breathes, begins to rouse. There’s a decision to make.

These humans are so fragile!  Continue reading

Just Jot It Janauary 22 – Piper Moon

For just Jot It January, a quick write to explore the Pied Piper and one who got left behind. From Kaye’s prompt “Seasonal” (Kaye @ https://kayespencer.com/blog-2/ ).There’s still time to join in on reading or sharing your own writing. Visit the comments section here for others’ responses to Seasonal.

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He leaned his head back and felt the warm sun cut the chill on his face, and the chill of the stone bench he sat upon. He’d gone to the mountain just before sunrise, still hoping for entrance after so many, many years. It was his seasonal visit, for no one now could remember the exact day, only the time of year. They’d hurried to erase all records and smudge retellings, in shame of their greed and their short-sightedness. Continue reading