Once long ago an innkeeper’s wife took a jug of cream to the old widow woman who lived all alone in a thatched hut near the bog. It was said that the old woman was well acquainted with the fairy folk beneath the bog. It was for this reason wrapped around another reason that the […]
All was peaceful in the valley below Gallabon Hill. Just enough rain fell, and just enough sun shone to keep the farmers happy all year round. This was so because every year on summer solstice day a young maiden was chosen to go and disappear forever in the witch’s castle behind the thick twining hedge […]
‘I hate everything,’ muttered the purple snail as she slimed her way across a long green leaf. ‘I hate being stuck in this garden. I hate my shell, and I never get to go anywhere.’ ‘I hate the garden more than you do,’ said a nearby orange blossom. ‘At least you can move. I can’t, […]
3 vampire maidens knew just what to do One of them forgot and then there were 2 2 vampire maidens hid from the sun Mabel went outside and then there was 1 1 vampire maiden safe in her coffin missed both her sisters not all the time but often
‘I’ve heard it said you’re runcible,’ said the old man to the spoon. ‘I fear it’s true,’ the spoon replied, ‘since the cow and the dish and the moon.’
Emily the well dressed nanny goat spent yesterday on tomorrow’s boat dancing jigs and eating lemon pies and telling the most outrageous lies
On the outskirts of Flowerland, where everything was always perfect, two giant yellow guardian blooms marched back and forth across their assigned area, ever on the lookout for danger. ‘There’s never any danger,’ complained one. ‘What do you say we head off into the dark wood over there? It looks pretty dangerous.’ ‘Well, I don’t […]
Once it happened that in the dead cold grip of winter a young maiden tended to her failing grandfather, a cobbler no longer able to practice his trade due the long and hard fought victory blindness and its ally arthritis had won over him. Covered with scraps of leather, the grandfather huddled on the hearth […]
Ragwen is a sprite I know. She lives in a small grotto by the tiny stream running under the green grass up there in the picture of her meadow I took the other day. She is an excellent storyteller. On full moon nights I visit her, and she tells me tales about witches, dragons, and […]
For being the first to awaken, I gave her a copper penny. She bowed her thanks politely and told me her name was Jenny.
