Only Fools Prevail

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Digital drawing. A composite image of two faces with a soft diagonal border between them, cutting from bottom left to top right. At top seen in left profile is a face looking down and having a pleasant almost smiling expression, short curly hair, and a high loose collar with edges curling down. At bottom is a face in three-quarters profile facing right, looking forward with a distant almost dreamy expression, short wavy hair, and a straight collar.

Once, there was a realm where scholarship was much admired and much desired.  A trickster fairy appeared one day and kidnapped the king, leaving behind a riddle that even the youngest child in the castle could solve before sundown.  The king’s highest advisor presented the answer.  The fairy, being bound by his own promise, had no choice but to return the king.  But he tried again, and again was thwarted by the learned and agile minds of the king’s subjects.  Yet he tried again…

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Lucinda of the Ashes

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Digital drawing. Two hands seen from above, as if they were the viewer’s hands. The left hand at bottom left is holding a glass container, like a beaker with a funnel top. The right hand at top right holds a glass rod. The index finger is held away from the rod. A drop of liquid hangs from the end of the glass rod, right above the opening of the beaker. A small figure with dragonfly wings hovers over the left hand. The beaker contains a vaporous liquid. A bright cloudy swirl begins at center behind the hands and darkens as it moves outward to the edges of the image.

Lucinda held her breath, as she raised the glass rod above the vial and tapped the rod to release the single drop of liquid that clung to its end.

The drop fell in the vial, joining the muddy liquid within.  The liquid turned ruddy, then clear.  And it stayed clear. 

Lucinda dared to exhale just as the liquid began to swirl and turn ruddy, then muddy.  She ducked under the table just before the vial shattered, spraying red flames and charred bits of glass in every direction.

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Oddnever

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Digital drawing of the view down the aisle of a convenience store. In the foreground with their backs turned to the viewer are two store employees. Across from them at the end of the aisle is a figure sticking a hero landing–one knee down, the other bent forward, one hand on the ground, and the other thrown back. The figure is wearing glasses and a hoodie. Two glowing pink wings sprout from their back.

Oddnever adjusted her spectacles, tucked in her wings, rolled open her scroll, and touched the tip of her quill to her tongue.  She peered into the mirror that was set in the modest front room of her modest abode within an acorn tree.  That mirror had been locked so that she was only able to look through it, not step through it.  Oddnever was, after all, different from other sprites.  She could be trusted and relied upon.  She was capable of focusing for long stretches of time.  And she was thought to be too slow to evade the human gaze—likely because she was taller than was typical for her kind.  Therefore she was forbidden from visiting the human realm. 

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When Serendipity Met the Flower

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Once upon a time, flowers lived long lives.  They are now known to be fleeting, for the most part.  They bud.  They bloom.  They grace the world with their beauty.  And then they die.  But it was not always so.  They lived long lives indeed.  Longer than creatures with many legs.  Longer than creatures with four legs.  Longer than creatures with two legs.  And sometimes, even longer than the long-lived beings of the deep. Continue reading

The Curse of the Tooth Demon

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In those days, there were doctors of teeth already, just as there are now.  And in those days, the doctors of teeth were avoided by most, just as they are now.  The doctors did their best, just as they do now, the good ones that is.  One such doctor of teeth did his best, but failed to root out the deep infection that had taken hold in his patient’s mouth, an infection that had seeped from the teeth to the gums to other teeth, and then began creeping to the patient’s brain and his heart.  The man—the patient—was past middle age but not yet old.  He died of that infection.  A painful and bloody death. Continue reading

The Thief, the Fairy, and the Raven

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The thief fell from the tower’s upper window.  She had lost her precarious grip on the pitted brick.  She remembered that she should roll herself up into a loose ball to protect her head and neck.  But by the time she remembered, she had already struck the first branch of the tree in the orchard below.  Then she struck another and another.  Scratched and thrashed and bounced about, she finally reached the ground, thankful that the soil was soft.  She lay there for far too long a moment.  The breath had been knocked out of her.  And she feared moving for fear she might discover that she could not. Continue reading

A Fairy With A Soul

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img_20161009_0001No one calls me Hildegard.  I insist that all who meet me and know me call me Gard.  I was once a wanderer, but I truly am a guard now.  This is the tale of how and when my watch began.  For I have set myself the task of watching over a child, my sister’s child, a strange child.  My hope is that hers will be a good strangeness.  My fear is that it will be a wicked strangeness.  She does not care for me, my niece, for I broke a promise I made to her many years ago.

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Ogre Queen

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Ogre Queen“Can you turn into anything?” the little girl asked.

“Not anything.  A mouse.  A fly.  Nothing bigger than myself.  There are constraints to my powers. “

“Why?”

The tiny man looked down at his chest and said, “You wouldn’t understand.”

“What’s your name?”

“Must I tell you?”

“I’m Grizel.”

“Larkspur.”
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