September 28, 2016
‘Villages disappeared. Where they had thrived were empty fields of waving grasses and moaning winds,’ the storyteller began, rubbing his chin and looking around to engage in turn each of his young listeners. Then he whispered, ‘Hear me well if you would save this village from … the minstrel.’ The children shrank down, wide-eyed. The […]
September 3, 2016
Cloak Med of the North opened wide the dark green velvet cloak behind her and thrust her pale green membraned wings, first left, then right, through the pair of carefully measured cuts in the fabric. She drew the cloak about her and snapped shut the clasp at her neck. She turned her gaze to the […]
August 7, 2016
In a secret hollow deep in the great mound of trash on the edge of town, Maisie, the rag doll, called a meeting of all the abandoned toys. The toys worked their way through shoals of bent wire hangers and around innumerable tires and over crusty crumpled scattered newspapers to heed her call. When all […]
July 13, 2016
Once far away and long ago a dutiful young servant girl, scarcely 9 years of age, polished the silver candelabra in the music room. Molly, for that was the servant girl’s name, couldn’t help but hear the story being told by the governess to the young master and young mistress of the manor. For there […]
June 26, 2016
Once upon a time the four daughters of Hemus, the woodsman, gathered in secret beside the well in the clearing at the far end of the forest. ‘Be ye all resolved and with me?’ asked Hermia, the eldest. Hera, Herilda, and Herippa all nodded in silent agreement. ‘So be it then. Here I have them,’ […]
May 6, 2016
‘I’m bored,’ said Wisp, the little shapeshifter. ‘Why don’t you be a horse? You had fun being a horse this morning,’ said Wisp’s mother, Vaporilla. ‘I’m bored with being a horse,’ said Wisp. ‘Well, what about a butterfly or a stork?’ suggested Wisp’s mother. ‘Or a liquid paste,’ added Wisp’s brother, Smokey. ‘Shut up, Smokey’ […]
April 18, 2016
One day a long time ago Simple Septimus, the stable boy, asked his master, ‘What is the sun?’ ‘A great ball of fire,’ replied the master. ‘Where does it go at night?’ said Septimus. ‘Underneath to its golden palace where it rests and takes refreshment. Now get back to work,’ said the master. I would […]
March 30, 2016
One day long ago in the cold north a farmer awoke when he heard mewing outside. ‘What’s that?’ he said. ‘Go to sleep. It’s the storm singing is all it is,’ said his wife. Nevertheless, the farmer arose, pulled on his boots, shrugged into his heavy hooded coat, and staggered out into the storm. His […]
February 25, 2016
The Wish King’s daughter watched her father cross the Great Hall to select a wish from the wish bowl. Eyes narrowed, she studied his kind face. He reached into the bowl and plucked up a single scrap. He read the scrap and turned to the assembled villagers. ‘Damon, the harp maker,’ announced the Wish King. […]
February 2, 2016
Two little men, neither the one nor the other of ’em taller than a jar of jam, came out from the hollow under the tree where they lived and started off walking along the road, arguing furiously all the while. ‘You can’t, I tell you. You can’t, and that’s the end of the bargain,’ said […]