The pictures fluttered to the floor. Curious picked one up.
Who were these children? One of the girls looked like his Mother. It was hard to tell. The boy in the cap was definitely his Uncle. But who were the others? --- CB
The Well
I knew she had a secret. She knew where the magic was and she refused to share it.
So, that night I crept outside and waited by her cottage. I knew in my heart that she'd go out tonight.
At midnight, when the moon shone at it's brightest, Lady Addeline, walked noiselessly out her front door and into the woods. I followed her. She used nothing but the light of the moon and at times the thick shadows made her disappear. I strained my eyes to find her again and thankfully she always reappeared. Her white dress appearing almost iridescent.
Then we were out of the woods. In a field I had never seen before. Dawn was breaking, but that was impossible. Morning was still hours away.
I hung back at the edge of the trees. Lady Addeline walked with purpose to a well that sat in the field. She lifted the bucket and turned it upside down. Satisfied it was empty, she placed it into the well and began letting the rope go through her hands. It took several minutes before the bucket must have hit the water and then her hands changed direction.
She leaned back slightly and pulled with effort on the rope. Hand over hand she brought the bucket back up. As it crested the side of the well I could see water splashing from it's rim.
Lady Addeline tied the rope to its hook and rested on the side. She appeared tired.
After several minutes she brought the bucket onto her lap and dipped her hands into the water and brought it to her face. She did it again and let the water slide down her neck and dampen her dress. Then she drank. She drank greedily. Her face was pressed into the bucket.
And when it came out, I saw the face of an old woman. Instead of long auburn hair, it was grey. Her face was wrinkled and her stunning beauty was erased. The green eyes that seduced so many men in our village glowed an eerie blue. She dipped her head back into the bucket. She grasped each side of it and turned it over her head. Then she removed it. It was the beautiful Lady Addeline standing in the morning light with her soaked dress.
I heard a soft whinny of a horse to my right and I scrambled behind a bush. A man rode a horse out to Lady Addeline. He rode up to her and dismounted. He kissed her passionately. As they broke apart Lady Addelinelooked at the exact spot I crouched.
My heart was pounding. I was terrified at what I'd seen but I was also curious. And ashamed.
I backed into the trees and when I felt her gaze leave me, I ran. I ran back as fast I could. The moonlight was strong. I burst out onto the road. It was still the wee hours of the night. Sweat ran down my face. My throat burned. But my legs were not going to stop. Fear was my motivator.
I saw Lady Addeline at church on Sunday. She looked lovely. Rumor had it that she had another suitor. An even richer man had come to steal her heart.
I kept my head down and stared at my hymn book. When she walked by a slip of paper fell from her hand and landed near my foot. I stared at it before wrapping my sweaty palm around it.
As I read it to myself I knew I had sealed my fate.
Seeking the future
The buzz of nervous chatter drifted away. All eyes were on the girl. The ball in her hand filled with swirling smoke. Her eyes rolled back and then closed. Her lips trembled. She had her audience. She rolled the ball in her hand. Slowly a face materialized through the smoke. At first it looked like a skull, but then it's outline became more clear. A face. A face the woman who sat on her right recognized immediately. She let out a shrill scream and called a man's name.
Then she fainted.
---- as told to Curious Brown
A warm light home
She yawned. Her wings were hanging low. She couldn't even muster a flutter. What a day! Everyone things its all fun and games ---- a little dust here, a little dust there, sparkle this, sparkle that. By the end of a day like this, the little fairy could barely keep her eyes open.
Gifting love, laughter and wisdom to the royal babies takes it out of a fairy!?! She wasn't 205 anymore! She knew a crystal goblet of cold liquid waited for her. And hopefully a foot rub.
Never had her tree looked so welcoming.
Curious Brown
I'm obsessed right now with a story that's been rolling around my mind for ages. About a young boy called Curious Brown. His parents have kept their past gypsy lives a secret and tried raising Curious as just a "normal" boy.
But you know how that goes!
When Curious accidently predicts something ominous and it comes true, strange folk begin to start knocking on his family door.
It's not long before his parents decide to take a trip overseas.
A long voyage. Where he meets Shorty, the cooks son and Julia, a strange, pale girl who spends her time in her cabin.
As Curious feels the sea breezes turn into strong, pre-storm gusts, he looks into the sky. The clouds hold a vision for him. And with a cold shiver, Curious realizes his life is about to change forever.
Ok.... are you draw in? Do you think there's some potential here? Something a grade school kid might be intrigued by?? Negative criticism taken seriously as long as it's constructive! :)