Contents
- A Fairy Tale for Writers: What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?
- A Fairy Tale for Writers: Flight of the Bumbling Writer
- A Fairy Tale for Writers: Maybe Nana Doesn’t Need to Know
“Well. Good evening.”
“What? Where–” My eyes began to focus in the dimness of what appeared to be a cave.
“Fazitz and I brought you to my home. Hollow Bark. You… are a little drunk.” The cave, I could see, now, was a cozy little room in the hollowed out trunk of a tree. It was sumptuously decorated. The walls were smooth and polished till they gleamed. Tapestries hung from them, with scenes of golden bees paying tribute to their queen. Tiny stitches, so delicate, depicted the painstaking production of honey. Each tapestry was bordered in intricate spirals of fairies squatting atop red, white, and purple clover or riding bees into battle.
Leiliaticia hovered over me. Her expression of concern was both alarming and comical. “I’m all right, I think.”
“We’re used to the dandelion pollen. I thought you might sneeze, but this – well, it’s a most curious side effect. I had forgotten how you humans made wine from it.” Nana had some Dandelion Wine in the cellar, but she had never let me try it. I might have to sneak in a nip, if I ever got big enough to pop the cork. Dandelions were dreamy. I lay back on a downy bed and smiled at the memory. My fingers hung over the side of the bed and touched something soft as a newborn kitten. Fazitz! The bee lay beside the bed, napping. Soft buzzing rumbled low in my ears, vibrating through my fingertips, a cross between purring and snoring. I stroked the wisps of bee-hair. A sharp slap brought me back to reality. “We have to get you home.”
“Can’t I stay a little longer?” I asked, feeling my lower lip curl in a pout, as if I were three and Nana had said it was time to go home from the town’s annual carnival.
“No,” said Leiliaticia sternly. “You’ve been out for hours. Your Nana will be worried sick. Come on, Fazitz. Time to hit the sky.” The fairy’s tone warned against any backtalk or debate.
“Can I come again? There’s so much I want to learn.”
“We’ll see. If your Nana approves, she’ll let us know.”
“Wait, what do you mean, she’ll let you know? She knows about you?”
“Of course, ninny. Did you think we made a habit of kidnapping little girls?”
“Do we need to tell her about the dandelions?”
Leiliaticia grinned at Fazitz. “Maybe she doesn’t need to know everything,” said the fairy.
Lovely wrap-up, if wrap-up it is. I could also see it as the beginning of a wonderful adventure novel. HUGS!
Not a novel, and not done yet! But I’m glad you liked it.
Hah! Nothing like a conspiratorial wink-wink to bond new friends. These snippets are a sensory delight! Bee fur, delicate tapestries, pollen fugues. All good stuff!
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Waited for weeks and we finally get a new part to the story!!! =D
I can already imagine how beautiful it would be if you ever decide to turn this story into a picture book. On a side note, do we really make wine from dandelions?
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Are you working for my publisher? 🤣
Yes. You really can make dandelion wine. https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/162202/dandelion-wine/
I never have, so I cannot vouch for the taste!
Nicely done. Where do you get your character names? Do you just dream them up?
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They introduce themselves to me.
“They introduce themselves to me.” This is how it comes, and comes alive like a living soul. Many times the characters created through experimentation seem very harsh. The first time I read your writing it is very lively writing. Best wishes.
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Thank you, Natalie! I am glad you enjoy my writing, and I hope you’ll visit again next time I post.