Fairies Get Wrinkles Too

Happy Friday, my lovely Readers! It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, our weekly story prompt hosted by the Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week our photo is provided by Santoshwriter. Enjoy!

Copyright: Santoshwriter

Copyright: Santoshwriter

Fairies Get Wrinkles Too

Nim sighed contentedly. “There’s nothing better than the First Rain Dew.”

Puck smirked as he sipped his. “Except sharing it with you,” he said, bumping Nim’s sholuder.

She raised an eyebrow at him. You’ve been saying that for the past 300 years and it never gets any smoother.”

“You love me anyway.” She snorted and turned away, enjoying her dew.

He only grinned wider. “I still love you, wrinkles warts and all.”

Nim gasped. “I do no have warts!”

“What about here?” Puck darted forward and tickled everywhere he could reach.

Nim’s laughter shook the dew from the leaves above.

Any Place But Home

Hello Readers, I know I’m a couple days late, but I didn’t forget about Friday Fictioneers! Hopefully you don’t mind. Thanks as always to Rochelle for posting our photo prompt, and to Marie Gail Stratford for this week’s photo.

Earlier this week I read Beth Pattillo’s The Dashwood Sisters Tell All, a “modern day novel of Jane Austen”. It put me in mind of my glorious two weeks spent in England. (I can’t believe it’s been two summers ago now! If you’re interested in reading about my England adventures, you can start here.) I felt a sort of wistfulness for the green countryside of England, with its stone fences and houses and the quiet bustle of the city of Bath. Then, over on my friend Alex’s blog, Atlas Alex (check it out if you get the chance, especially if you love the outdoors and adventure!), the word of the week was wanderlust, which only made my desire to revisit England stronger. So I took all that wanderlust, wistfulness and Austenified romanticism and used it in a story. Hope you enjoy.

Copyright: Gail Marie Stratford

Copyright: Gail Marie Stratford

Any Place But Home

Elsie sighed dramatically. She would have swooned, which would have been more romantic, but there was little to swoon about in the scene before her. A field of dry brown grass spread out to the horizon, broken up only by a rusted barb wire fence and lonely silo.

Closing her eyes, Elsie held her worn copy of Pride and Prejudice to her chest and tried to imagine herself walking in the fields of England instead of nowhere Iowa. Breathing deep, her vision was shattered by the pungent odor of cow manure.

She would get off this farm someday, wouldn’t she?

Life Unlived

IT’S FRIDAY!

You know what that means, Readers. Friday Fictioneers! Many thanks to our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, whose weekly dedication inspires so many writers all over the world. Also thanks to Madison Woods for this week’s photo.

My story this week may be a bit gruesome, and definitely mysterious. I have a new villain stalking around in my head, folks. And he wants to know about your lives…unlived.

Enjoy.

Copyright: Madison Woods

Copyright: Madison Woods

Life Unlived

Ropes cut into Mary’s wrists as she struggled against them. Her nostrils flared as she breathed desperately through her nose and bit down on her gag.

“Now, now, Miss Penny, struggling won’t do you any good.” Her kidnapper stalked around her. Mary flinched as he untied her gag.

Immediately she screamed.

In an instant his hand was around her throat, cutting off her air. Images flashed before Mary’s eyes. Familiar faces. Vacations. A wedding ring. A pregnancy test.

“Yes, there it is,” the man breathed. He released her throat.

“Now tell me, Mary Penny. Tell me about your Life Unlived.”

Half Upon A Time: A Series Review

I love going to the bookstore, especially a used one. You never know what you’re going to find.

Sometimes you go in with a list and a goal. Other times, you sort of just meander through the shelves, looking for something to jump out at you. That’s how my last visit to the Half Priced Bookstore was – and what jumped out at me was the Half Upon A Time series by James Riley.

The cover was bright, colorful and fun looking. I had to pull it off the shelf for a closer look.

Confession: That whole “don’t judge a book by its cover” saying? I don’t follow it. I definitely get a first impression from a book cover. Often times, like this time, it’s what pulls me in and gets me interested.

What doesn't look fun about this? Adventure! Danger! Dangling from high places!

What doesn’t look fun about this? Adventure! Danger! Dangling from high places!

Of course, after the cover, there’s the synopsis or the blurb on the back (or sometimes inside front flap) to pull me in deeper, and if I start reading the first chapter, usually I’m hooked. Which if you haven’t guessed, is exactly what happened when I picked up Half Upon A Time.

So let’s get into the story. What’s it about? Who are our characters? And why should you read it?

If you haven’t guessed from the cover or the title, Half Upon A Time is a fairy tale with a twist. Full of all your favorite and beloved fairy tale characters and their classic stories…probably not how you imagined them.

So let’s meet the main characters:

First up is Jack, our main hero, or rather, our in-denial hero who really thinks his grandfather should just lay off the whole “rescuing a princess” deal. He figures he has enough to deal with after the fiasco with his father stealing from a giant (Jack hasn’t seen him since). But when a princess literally falls out of the sky and into Jack’s arms (sort of), avoiding adventure gets hard, even though his princess, the fiery, sarcastic May fervently denies being royalty (but it says so right on her shirt – “Punk Princess”!) and refuses to believe in magic or giants or any other fairy tails (Jack tried to tell her fairies don’t have tails, but she wouldn’t listen). Unfortunately for May, if she wants to rescue her kidnapped grandmother (who just might be the long-lost Snow White) and avoid being caught by the Huntsman, who is probably working for the Wicked Queen (who just wants to start a war and take over the world), she’s going to have to start believing. And even worse? Jack might be her only hope.

Jack and May’s hilarious misadventure will have you laughing out loud, sitting on the edge of your seat and gasping at the plot twists (unless you’ve got a Magic Mirror that can tell you the future…in which case you already know what’s going to happen. Which also might mean you’re the Wicked Queen, and that’s not good for any of us.).  And if you’re anything like me, it will have you quickly picking up the second and third books of the series, reading with a tight grip on the pages, your eyes wide as you drink it all in.

Pirates! Mermaids! land-walking sharks! It doesn't get any crazier than that! (until the next book).

Pirates! Mermaids! Land-walking sharks! It doesn’t get any crazier than that! (until the next book).

The Wicked Queen, betrayal, dragons and EPIC final showdowns...you really won't want it to end!

The Wicked Queen, betrayal, dragons and EPIC final showdowns…you really won’t want it to end!

I don’t want to spoil anything for those you (all of you, I hope) who want to read the series, so I won’t say more, only this: I heartily recommend this series to all lovers of fairy tales, fantasy, adventure and good reading fun. It’s suitable for all ages, and will definitely leave you smiling. Plus, this awesome author has a treat for his readers on his Tumblr…an epilogue! If you get that far, check out that amazingness here. You won’t regret it.

Happy Reading!

The Tracker’s Daughter

Good morning, Readers! Better late than never…it’s time for Friday Fictioneers (on a Saturday). Hosted by our lovely Rochelle, this week our photo prompt is provided by Dee Lovering. If you enjoy my story, be sure to check out other stories inspired by this prompt here!

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Copyright: Dee Lovering

 

The Tracker’s Daughter

Marisol wove through the crowd of tourists bustling around the bay. She smiled, but clutched her leather knapsack as though her life depended on it.

She scanned the crowd. Her heart skipped beat as she caught sight of a man in blue headed her way. If asked to describe him later, she knew she would only have the vaguest memory of him.

That’s how Trackers worked. They were made to be forgettable. Their prey almost never saw them coming.

Fortunately, Marisol had an advantage. If she wanted to stay alive, she’d have to use it.

She was a Tracker’s daughter.

 

White As Snow

Happy Friday, Readers! Sorry if you missed me last week. Things got a little crazy, and inspiration fled from me. But I am back this week with another Friday Fictioneers! As ever, thanks to Rochelle, our host, and this week special thanks to Douglas M. MacIlroy for providing the photo prompt. Enjoy my story below and don’t forget to check out other stories inspired by this photo here.

Copyright: Douglas M. MacIlroy

Copyright: Douglas M. MacIlroy

White As Snow

Callum often wondered what he did to deserve his wife.

She was undeniably gorgeous. Long, wavy black hair, full pink lips, curvy, graceful figure and soft, unblemished skin white as snow. Her smile was dazzling when she bestowed it, and she did often.

Unfortunately, her beauty didn’t come with brains.

It was driving Callum over the edge.

Fruit was scarce in the wintertime, but Callum was motivated. He couldn’t find any apples, but the special-order strawberries worked well enough. He didn’t even have to make up a story about wishes or true love.

But was she dead or merely sleeping?