Ghoulish Flash Fiction A to Z: Fairy/Fae (Many cultures worldwide)-Sunday Poetry

a9feffc2377a07c05a617ac22579c4f5Don’t ask her to stop and play
Run and hide
She brings the darkness of the fae

Happiness will give way
To an evil tide
Don’t ask her to stop and play

Skies turn dark and gray
And the Earth divides
She brings the darkness of the fae

If you see her just back away
Hide your eyes
Don’t ask her to stop and play

She’s coming this way
Step to the side
Don’t ask her to stop and play
She brings the darkness of the fae

—–87 words—-

Another poetic haunting inspired by the fae.


Trifextra Week Sixty-Three: Imagination

Trifextra: Week Sixty-Three

This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words inspired by the following quote from the book you could win in the WBN giveaway. Good luck!

“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” ― Paulo CoelhoAlchemist

So here is my entry this weekend…


Shadows dancing in the mind

Until letters become words

Syllables formulate into poetry

Lines become flowers of prose

Intricate weaving of story

Magic leaping from the page

Sparking golden wonderment

True Alchemy


Oh Fortune!

Oh Fortune send me some good luck
With Cupid’s arrow I’ve been struck
The devilish gods have run amuck
An unwilling bride I’ve been stuck

A runaway bride I’m after
No help from stern looking pastor
Or wedding guests’ haunting laughter
Love is a complete disaster

Fortune,  favor my brave standing
Throughout love’s misunderstanding
Bring me peace and understanding
No more of my heart’s demanding

Fortune send me luck
Deny my heart’s desires
Love flows by, one way


Līgo Haībun Challenge ~ Prompt: Fortune Favours The Brave













The haībun format here for the Līgo Haībun Challenge is as follows ~

paragraph (more than one paragraph is fine, or just a few sentences) in prose form of either

  • a descriptive passage , or excerpt from a story/or previously published post
  • an explanation 
  • a tale
  • a travelogue
  • a news item
  • a recipe


  • the haiku/collection of haiku related to the text  to close. The haiku should be as authentic as possible, with therefore no syllable count, no capitals or full stop.



Photo:  Public Domain Anonymous Artist from Holland

Allegory of Fortune.
Date: circa 1520-1530

#VSS Time Witch from 2012

Marie entered the time shift one last time in search if her beloved white king. She prayed he would still love her when reunited.

The old woman smiled wickedly as she pushed Marie into the time warp. “That will teach her to love.”

The white king’s sword was discovered buried near the dovecote. Marie feared her king dead with him no longer possessing the sword.

What Marie needed was a map across time to find the white king. Too bad such a thing didn’t exist. Marie was losing faith in magic.

Marie was running late and the old witch was growing antsy, what she didn’t know was Marie had no plans of returning to this time.

Marie found a baetyl hidden away in the back of the shoppe, key to finding her love, if she could only kill the old witch keeper.

“Is there a place in time I can truly call my own!” Marie shouted to the stars above as she prepared to make another time leap.

Mene mene tekel upharsin written in blood beside the body at the bazaar did not bode well for Marie’s trip to Turkey. The witch had her.

Marie’s tale continues…

NaNoWriMo-Day 5

Day 5 and already behind. I had no motivation to write this weekend so I didn’t. Ugh and I have a really busy week and next weekend ahead. Got in 1,657 words today though and I’m going to tomorrow night’s write in, if it’s still on. (I think its at a polling local?) Got some more of the intro in and some of the ending. So writing out of order. Any way time to rest the weary muse…

Troubled Muse

Hermes could smell the hot, sweat of the Muse as she labored, dragging the prose ever longer. Dissatisfied with the result she over-hauled the soliloquy for a shorter, better version to satisfy the gods. Sharp laughter radiated her pen; Hermes was not pleased with the monologue  Again she started over, but she would not quit.

Creative Copy Challenge #284

Letter to the Past

Dear 14 year old Jennifer,

This is your 28 year old self writing to you from the future with some advice. No, I’m not going to tell you all the future. To do so could change to course of human history as we know for better or worse. Anyway, I want to tell you about one event that either you may have already participated in or are going to very soon. I can’t quite remember the exact time, but I remember the events and consequences vividly.

They’re putting together some kind of writing journal for the school and you who love to write are going to enter. Even despite what I’m about to tell you will still enter you works if you have not already done so. You have or will soon amassed a variety of poetry, short stories, and plays, some not very happy in nature. But then again you are a teenager and you’re just writing what you feel and what you know and what you imagination creates.

There will be an exhibit or open house of some sort and the journal and your writings will be there as will you and your family and friends will show up. There will be one particular piece that you are particular proud of, a real creative mastering so you think at the time. (And I still think so too.)

Perhaps you’ve already written the piece and you know the one I’m talking about.  You were outside you’re element that day, creative juices flowing. Not a particular pleasant or happy piece though.

Anyway, at this event, you work is read, and a certain someone is quite ‘displeased’ (if you will) with your work. “How could you write that? What were you thinking? What will everyone think when they read this?” They question you work over all and perhaps you’ve already guess whom I’m referring too, but they single out that one particular piece that is your centerpiece for your works in this journal.

You are mortified, distraught, your works stomped upon. It’s the harsh truth. In fact you stop writing, aside from assignments in high school. No writing in college either. It takes you nearly 14 years to start writing again.

If there is one piece of advice, one small piece of history for you to change, that is, “KEEP WRITING!” Ignore those hurtful words, they mean nothing.  I am here to tell you from the future that to keep writing is worth every moment of embarrassment and mortification. Your creativity and imagination is like a muscle that you need to exercise and I’m a bit rusty. It’s up to you to not let this go 14 years.

Best Wishes,

Your Future Self