The small child with wild brown curls and chocolate smeared across his chin was back again. He stumbled through the weeds and thorny bracken towards a small, hollowed tree stump, carpeted with lichen and tiny golden mushrooms. In the child’s grasp was a thick stack of pages, roughly bound with cloth and bark. Resting against the stump—to the chagrin of one small, bumpy-backed amphibian observing from the liquid shadows of a nearby puddle—the child spread out his pages across the grass and began to scribble….Continue Reading “Of Ballads & Bumpy Black Toads”
A star named Kindness watched over the Earth. Fire and ash spun into land into ocean into creatures that roamed. Kindness lit the morning to show them their way. Kindness kept watch over her garden far away, beaming with pride as life learned to walk. It tottered and teetered, falling to the brink and sometimes all the way back to ash. Yet life, ever persistent, crawled up from the earth and the seas, clinging to trees and the underside of the sky. A kaleidoscope of…Continue Reading “A Star Named Kindness”
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Beyond the thorns of demands and displeasure, just past the tangled bracken of small and irksome misfortunes, there is a quiet place known to offer rest. At the cottage of the end of days, there is a gently sloping roof piled high with auburn leaves, and a small bowl of rainwater where birds bathe their crests. Just inside the door, whose hinges groan like aching bones that have finally found a feathered bed, there is a time-kissed stove, its belly filled with mirth and starlight….Continue Reading “A Quiet Prophecy”
A star fell beyond the horizon, past the mountains far to the north, and down into the black waters of the sea. A small creature had watched its path across the sky in the hour after midnight. His wet nose twitched as he wished upon that falling light. A strange thing for a creature such as himself to do. Wishing. After all, what good are the promises of lights trailing the sky when there are seeds to be found just yards from his paw’s grasp?…Continue Reading “A Path of Wishes & Starlight”
“Marmot! Run!!” Marmalade cried, flinging herself to the side as the creature chasing them barrelled through the luminous underbrush. The monster lurched after them, a twisting mass of vines and flowers, bone and thready sinew, and—most alarmingly—several unblinking eyes. Marmot skidded to a halt, paws scrabbling for purchase against the frozen earth and sodden leaves coating the forest floor. Unsteady on its spindled legs, the monster skittered towards Marmot, who huddled in place frozen with dread as probing vines whipped towards him. “No!” Marmalade stood,…Continue Reading “A Gentle Power”
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A young Princess Penelope sets off to find the mysterious baker of the Faewood…
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Marmalade stirred the last of the frayfern into her simmering cauldron, turning to her recipe with satisfaction. Just an hour more to brew and a day to decant— Splash. Crash. A familiar squeaking told Marmalade this couldn’t be anything good. Almost afraid to turn around, Marmalade spun to find Marmot upside down in the hearth soot, and her almost perfect potion turning a rather alarming shade of red. “Marmot!” Marmalade cried, unhooking the cauldron and upending its ruined contents into the sink. “For the last…Continue Reading “Clockwork Companion”
Marmot hastened to smooth the woven grass table mat into place. Lady would be home any moment now with her basket of berries and apples and all the things Marmot hated to eat. Since Marmalade had taught him to bake, he had only set their burrow on fire twice. Yet Lady had not been impressed when their den had filled with smoke, and had chittered angrily at him as they waited on the hill for the fumes to clear. She had been even less impressed…Continue Reading “Marmot In Love”
Deep within the forest stood a hollow red tree. It wasn’t the tallest, nor the prettiest, but it was the perfect home for wood witch Marmalade. Airy chimes rang amongst the boughs as an autumn draught fanned the flames of her stove. Sugar pies were stacked atop muffins atop towers of shortcakes. The wafted scent of baking bread enticed all manner of creatures to Marmalade’s tree for sweet treats and a place to rest their paws. Each morning, Marmot would scurry up to Marmalade’s kitchen…Continue Reading “Marmot & Marmalade”
Shadow the cat looked down on the window, which looked down on everything else. Sun beams chased dust motes chased twitching whiskers and lazy tail. All else was still. All else was quiet. Beyond the paned glass stood a tree, which housed a creature more curious than even cats. The wombat hadn’t moved for hours. Shadow typically admired this propriety in others, yet she felt this was unusual for her greatest of friends. As day faded to dusk faded to starlit evening, Shadow watched with…Continue Reading “Wombat Gifts”