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“You sure about this, Jimmy?” Thora pulled the white forelock rising from her scalp, wishing. Continue reading
Wishes and Witches
magic
Cover Reveal!
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)
Gothic Nightmare
“Dammit!” She slammed through another stack, and slid the entire mess of books aside. Some toppled from the pile, featureless cloth covers catching up dust and disappearing under the wooden bench. Continue reading
For Satan’s Angel
The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “FORGE”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories
Bonus Challenge: From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt: The Unicorn Challenge (04/28/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!
The journey through the dark wood had been long, icy and lightless, even where the steep granite hills broke through like knotty spine and muscular back.
Steady as she goes, they crested the mountain top to find the mine’s entrance, a spiraling drop down a pathway only just wide enough for one wheelbarrow, one man at a time. 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
Valley of the Trolls 