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Purple Pixie Pinches

The Merrihaven pixies are unlike any pixies you have ever met before.

On one hand, their loyalty runs deep. Stories are passed down from generation to generation. Those stories are what have keep the pixies at Merrihaven & loyal to the Cragmores. Of course, Esther and Griselda have become quite adept at keeping the little creatures happy. Most days, a little honey, a velvety pillow or a satiny piece of ribbon works a charm.

Pixies are quite spoiled & lazy, though. They see nothing wrong with throwing a fit to get what they want. If one pixie is in a sour mood, all pixies are in a sour mood.

Pixies are easily offended. We will not discuss the Pixie Fiasco of 78.

If you have mistreated a pixie, even by accident, it is best to close and lock all windows and doors. The pixies will wait until you are sleeping, then pinch you so hard it will leave a mark. You might think to yourself, what harm can a Pixie pinch do? Well, I’ll tell you. One day, in 1916, Wallabee Cragmore misplaced his spectacles and mistook a Pixie for a fly. He swatted the pixie clear across the back garden where she landed in a freshly made cow patty. By late evening, Wallabee was swollen in purple pinch marks from head to toe. He never misplaced his spectacles again.

The Pixies can be a handful, or two, so the Cragmore sisters take turns dealing with them

Communication is key.
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For example, one morning, before the sun had risen over the horizon, and after a late night frolicking with the Nightlings, Esther groggily shuffled into the garden with a spoonful of honey for the Pixies. In her bleary-eyed state, Esther forgot to bring the second spoon of honey. There are two sets of twin Pixies that do not get along. Two spoonfuls of honey are required, otherwise the little creatures will tear each other apart. Esther gave the first set of twins the honey and shuffled back to bed, leaving the second set of twins standing on the garden wall red-faced and buzzing with anger.

Griselda had left early that morning to supervise a new spell with the Pinkstone brothers. It was a difficult & important spell that required alot of focus. Each time they reached the end of the spell, it exploded creating a think cloud of black smoke. It was most perplexing.

That afternoon, it was Griselda’s turn to see to the Pixies. She grabbed a spoonful of honey and headed for the garden. In her distracted state, she forgot the second spoonful of honey. She gave the spoonful of honey to the same twins that Esther did. They were very happy. The second pair of twins were fuming mad and buzzed around Griselda’s head. Griselda was too deep in thought to pay them any mind and headed back into the house.

That night, the Cragmore sisters were pinched until they were covered in purple welts. They never forgot the second spoonful of honey again.

Cookie the Cook & the Halloween Ball

Good morning everyone.

I hope you’re all doing great & feeling fine. I hope the day is good to you and yours.

I’ve been working on another short piece, but this one is proving to be a little harder for me. I can see it in my head, but putting myself in the shoes of a walking, talking fantasy bullfrog is something I’ve never done before. lol. All the short stories I post to the blog are kind of a warm up. They’re just there, but not the bullfrog. lol. Either way, I’ll figure it out.

For now, I leave you with one you’ve probably seen once before, for now. Have a wonderful day everyone.

Cookie the Cook & the Halloween Ball

Halloween is not just for humans, you know. Many different creatures enjoy the holiday, too. Fairies adore the idea of dressing up and pretending to be something or someone they’re not. It’s kind of like what they do every day with glamour, but with more flair.

There was one fairy that wanted her costume to stand out more than anything. Her name was Cookie and she was a cook. Cookie cooked in the Queen’s kitchen day in and day out, so she thought it would be a smart (and quite funny) idea to make her costume out of the things she used to create wonderful meals for the queen and her court.

She tapped her chin, as she did when she was deep in thought, and slowly moved around the kitchen. A spoon might be a good costume, she thought. She held the spoon up and shook her head. No, too small. A sack of potatoes might be just the thing. She dumped all the potatoes onto the floor, ripped a hole in the bottom and sides of the sack and stuck her head and arms through. The word, POTATOES, was painted in red along the side. It fell right to the tops of her feet and tickled her toes when she twirled. It was a good costume, but not funny at all. She pulled it off and threw it in the corner.

She sat down with a huff and and a long sigh, because, you know, fairies are very dramatic. She sat there thinking and staring, staring and thinking, until her head hurt and her eyes started to water. She went back to her chores determined to find the perfect costume.

On the night of the Halloween Ball, everyone was dressed in their finest, but not too fine. You never wanted to out do the Queen. In fact, there was no out doing her tonight. She was dressed in what could only be described as the most intellectually scientific, studious human student ever. The fairies entering the ball thought their was a human among them. They did what they always do, glared and whispered to one another. The fairies that had already arrived kept doing double takes, sometimes triple or, dare I say, quadruple. Normally, the consequences for staring would be mucking out the stables for a week with one’s wings, but not tonight. Tonight the Queen lapped it up, because she had fooled them all.

Cookie stood in the doorway and watched the Queen move around the room. She didn’t whisper, glare, stare or do a double take. She knew who the most studious student in the ballroom was. The Queen had come to her that morning and asked about bacon grease and would her hair smell like that forever. Cookie had no idea, but offered to help wash the Queen’s head twice a day if needed. It took a team to get her highness’ coiffure just right. The team were always in need of help. A little snitch of an idea started to form. The Queen’s inquiry gave Cookie the best costume idea ever. It was brilliant.

Cookie ran to the kitchen. It didn’t take long to put her costume together. Everything she needed was right in front of her.

She looked down at her costume with pride. It was a full ham dinner with all the trimmings. She had stuck herself inside the biggest ham in all of Fairy Hollow, then attached potatoes, biscuits, a couple of carrots and an onion to it. It was a bit heavy, but she didn’t mind.

What she was most concerned about was the Queen’s reaction. Her stomach fluttered. A little voice in her head warned that she might be about to out do Her Most Fairiness. Did she really want to do that? She swallowed hard. It was a scary thing to do, but yes. Mucking out the stables for a week didn’t seem like such a bad thing. It’s not like she’d never done it before. She stepped over the threshold and sauntered into the room, smiling and nodding. Fairies all around her gasped. Was it admiration or disgust? She couldn’t tell and at that moment she didn’t care, because several things happened. The ham seemed to be cooking under the bright lights in the ballroom. Little puffs of steam rolled off the gigantic piece of meat. The potatoes pinned to the bottom of her costume banged against her knees every time she moved. There would be black and blues and a whole lot of soreness tomorrow. The onion split and its scent was so strong, she couldn’t stop her eyes from watering. The only option was to dump the onion somewhere, but that would ruin her costume and she wasn’t about to do that.

Suddenly there came numerous thumps and bumps from outside, then the ground shook, the delicate chandeliers tinkled, and the music skipped a beat. Three male goblins stood in the doorway dressed in suits made of silk with fancy hats in hand. Cookie recognized them right away. There were two abnormally tall goblins and a short, stubby one. The short one was Bonedread and he was the leader. One of the tall goblins was Zeeback, Bonedread’s son and the other was Bigrot, a nasty piece of work if there ever was one.

The Queen greeted them, but they ignored her and searched the ballroom. She took off her thick glasses and crossed her arms. The trolls’ mouths hung open, then they clapped. The Queen’s laughter rang through the ballroom. She waved off their praise and did a little curtsy for effect. She hooked her arm around Bonedread’s and turned. That’s when her eyes landed on Cookie’s costume. For a split second, her smile faltered. Cookie backed away and tried to disappear behind a sparkly unicorn, but a large walking ham couldn’t really disappear, could it? The Queen whispered in Bonedread’s ear, but followed the walking ham with her eyes.

Cookie headed for the exit that would take her back to the safety of her kitchen, but quickly discovered that it was blocked by a large, poorly made, donkey. Two pairs of feet shuffled underneath its belly. Bits of cake dropped to the floor. She scooted one way, then other, but there was no getting around the monstrosity. Suddenly, there came a needle-like poke to her shoulder. She stiffened. There was only one person with nails that sharp. The Queen. She slowly turned around, then lowered her gaze. Her royal highness remained silent, but Cookie could feel her studying the costume. She started to do something a fairy simply didn’t do. Sweat.

The Queen adjusted a carrot, then lifted Cookie’s chin. This is it, thought Cookie. I’m going to be on muck duty for a month or worse, banned from her kitchen. What would she do then? The Queen could ban her from flying, but not her kitchen. Anything but that. Cookie braved a look. The Queen’s face twitched, then her body followed. Cookie shook with fear. Her royal highness was about to explode with anger, but the Queen didn’t explode with anger. She exploded with laughter. No one had ever heard her laugh for real before. The sound was strange. The ballroom filled with dramatic gasps and loud whispers.

The Queen grabbed a potato and laughed more. She lifted Cookie’s arms and twirled her around. She ungraciously snorted. A few giggles rang out behind her. The goblins stepped up and studied the ham costume.

Cookie did a little jig and they, too, laughed. Troll laughter, times three, was extremely loud. Somewhere a chandelier crashed to the floor. The Queen laughed and laughed. She grabbed at her middle, as tears streamed down her face. Half the ballroom filled with laughter, too. The other half weren’t sure if they should.

Cookie danced, twirled, kicked out and flapped her arms. The trolls and Queen laughed harder, then the two tallest goblins did something most unexpected. One troll bit into a biscuit and the other bit the carrot in half. They smiled with delight. The Queen laughed so hard she fell to the floor. The goblins went in for more, but Cookie jumped away. The entire ballroom fell into fits of laughter after that. It continued on like that for a very long time, but Cookie didn’t mind. In fact, the rest of the evening turned out to be joyous and truly magical. She danced the night away with Bonedread and the Queen awarded her with a medal for best, and tastiest, costume.

Cookie went to sleep that night with the smelly ham beside her and a smile on her face.

Professor Delbert Dingleworth

Dragon Sciences & Curiosities Professor, Delbert Dingleworth,
DSC, short for Dragon Sciences and Curiosities,

Professor Delbert Dingleworth was the head of the department of Dragon Sciences and Curiosities at the Graythorne Institute of Myth and Magic.
The institute believed that all dragons were extinct, but not Delbert.

Delbert believed that dragons were out there somewhere. It was possible they were simply waiting for the right time to return. Because of his beliefs, his colleagues took pleasure in mocking him every hour of every day. Delbert had learned to ignore the pranks, jokes and complete buffonery, as he referred to it. Instead, he buckled down in his dragon search and prepared for any dragon activity that might arise.

One night, when all his colleagues had gone home, and after an especially painful knock on the head from the thickest book in the library, Delbert came across the information he needed to prove his theories. If he was going to prove that dragons still existed, a trip to Somerset was in order.

He set off before dawn the following morning. The Wookey Hole Caves was his destination and the last place of dragon activity. By the time he reached the Mendips, his mind was racing and his stomach churned so fiercely that he almost turned back. If there really was a dragon in Wookey Hole, he would finally get the respect he deserved.

What if there was nothing there? He’d be forced to admit that dragons don’t exist and deemed the laughingstock of the institute forever. He might even lose his job. His research was all he had.

Delbert took a deep breath, wiped his brow and straightened his tie. With his head held high and a glint of determination in his eye, he marched toward the caves. Dragons did exist and he would prove it.

If he wasn’t completely consumed with the mission at hand, he would have remembered that Wookey Hole was the home of a witch. It was said that if she were disturbed, the outcome would be quite ugly indeed. But there was no room in Delbert’s head for a witch.

He marched on until he stood at the mouth of the cave. The sun was shining and the sky was a powder blue with an occasional fluffy white cloud, but Delbert shivered. It was eerily quiet. The birds should’ve been chirping their morning song, but they weren’t. In fact, there was no sign of human, animal or insect anywhere. An odd breeze coming from the caves blew back his hair and brought with it the worst smell he had ever smelled in his life. His stomach flip-flopped.

He gasped and stared wide-eyed at the mouth of the cave.

Hold on a second, he thought.

A smile spread across his lips. The breeze and the smell could only mean one thing. The Wookey Hole Caves was the den of a dragon. He pulled out a handkerchief and covered his face against the noxious fumes. It only reduced the horrible smell by half and that was good enough for him.

He crept into the cave, taking note of the kaleidoscope of colors glinting off the walls. Variations of blues and purples danced around him. He took a few more cautious steps and was walloped in the face with a stronger breeze, and even stronger stench. The smell reminded him of a pig-pen, garbage that had been in the sun too long and rotten fish. He almost turned around, but it was the deep rumble that made him quicken his pace. It was loud. The farther he went, the louder it got. It jiggled his insides. It could only come from something big, like a dragon.

He dropped his handkerchief and started running. One should never run into the unknown without proper preparation. Delbert knew this, but as it was stated earlier, he was not thinking clearly. He ran right into a goopy substance covering the cave floor.

He tried to stay quiet, but when you are sliding out of control, possibly into the mouth a dragon, you tend to get a bit noisy. Thankfully, or not, he tripped on a large rock in the middle of the floor and landed face first in the goop. He did his best to get the disgustingly sticky stuff off, but it was no use. A hundred baths would be required before he ever felt clean again.

Delbert looked up. His mouth dropped and he almost fainted, because there in front of him was a sleeping Blue Ridgescale dragon. By its size, it was male. The urge to rejoice was strong, but he did his best to compose himself. If he woke the dragon, it meant certain death, then this journey and all his research would be for naught. No. He needed to stay calm and get proof of its existence. One of its sapphire scales would do. They sparkled like jewels in the dim light.

But, how to get one? Yanking one off the dragon’s body was out of the question, but perhaps there was one lying on the cave floor somewhere.

Delbert tiptoed around the front of the beast, careful to avoid its claws. He gulped at their size and sharpness. There were no loose scales anywhere. The dragon was blocking the entrance to the multitude of tunnels. There could be a scale behind or even underneath it. He wrinkled his brow and scratched his head. Was it possible to snatch a scale off the dragon’s body without waking it up? An icy shiver ran down his back at that thought. The dragon shifted in its sleep. He stiffened and held his breath. The dragon was going to wake up and find him in its den. It would eat him. It slid its claws underneath its massive jaw and sighed with contentment.

Delbert let out a sigh of his own and hurried back to his original position against the wall farthest from the dragon. He bunched his hands on his hips and stared at the sleeping dragon. He had to admit that it was a sight to behold. The enormity of such a creature was incredible. Not to mention the size of claws. One claw could destroy half the institute. He gulped hard. The institute. What would they do when they found out dragons did exist? What would happen to the dragon? He’d seen proof that some of his colleagues were pretty handy, and aggressive, with a sword. Dueling before lunch was one of their favorite past times. He never understood the fascination. They’d want to know where the dragon’s den was. What would he say? He waved a hand in the air to get rid of such thoughts. He knew darn well that he would lie about the dragon’s den. He didn’t want the beast destroyed. Respect was the only treasure he was after.

He tapped his chin. How could he remove a scale without waking the dragon?

Mildred Silkthorn

Mildred Silkthorn

It is not often you see a fairy in the Downs, but on one balmy evening, just before dusk, there was indeed a fairy making her way through the forest in a haphazard willy nilly sort of way.

Now, everyone knows that one should never walk through the Downs, but instead, creep, tiptoe and in an emergency, run. And of course, the most obvious rule of thumb, never travel the Downs alone.

Mildred Silkthorn paid no mind to the danger she had put herself in. She snapped branches, kicked rocks and crunched dead leaves as if she were taking a leisurely stroll through the Fairy Hollow, which is exactly where she should have been at that very moment; safe among family and friends.

Why didn’t she fly, you ask? Well, to be honest, I don’t know. She was quite angry when she left the Hollow. She had no real plan when she set off that morning and perhaps stomping her feet over the unpredictable terrain of the Downs was more satisfying than simply flying off to goodness knows where.

Why didn’t anyone stop her, you ask? You ask very good questions, by the way. Mildred was known to be a bit of a hot head and it wasn’t unusual for her to throw a tantrum and disappear for a while. What was unusual was the path she was currently on. Obviously in the heat of the moment, she had taken a wrong turn. She should’ve realized her mistake when she passed the clearing and more so when she came upon a giant tree stump that looked like a house. It had two round windows that glowed golden light from within and a round green door between them. Puffs of smoke gently wafted from a small chimney on the top of the stump. She sniffed and recoiled. It smelled like rotten eggs.

She was about to turn around when the door creaked open. There should have been a stream of golden light. The interior of the stump house should have been visible, but it was wasn’t. Mildred looked from the door to the windows and back again. The open door revealed an inky blackness that not only confused her, but scared her. At that moment and for the first time, she took a good hard look at her surroundings and realized she was farther away from home than she had ever been and in a place she did not recognize. Her anger melted away. In fact, she couldn’t even remember what she had gotten mad about in the first place. It was time to get back to the safety of the Hollow and her friends and family.

“Come in, child,” croaked a voice in the darkness. “Stay a while. We will have tea and play some games.” Laughter erupted from within.

“We like your wings,” said another voice. This one was more of a whisper.

Mildred’s eyes grew heavy. “N-No,” she said.

“Join us little fairy. It has been so long since we’ve had visitors.” Was that a third voice? Mildred wasn’t sure. A little voice in her head screamed at her to run away, but the urge to be wrapped in the stump’s darkness was strong. “Well, if you won’t come to us,” said one of the voices. “We’ll just make you,” growled another. Before Mildred realized what was happening, her feet began to slide across the grass toward the open door. She turned to run, but it was no use. She threw herself on the ground and dug her fingers into the soft earth, but she was still gliding towards the stump. The voices inside howled with laughter and hooted with glee. Somewhere in between, she heard the words, dinner and tasty.

Mildred dug her fingers into the dirt as hard as she could to stop her momentum, only to be met with handfuls grass and dirt. Her heart pounded against her chest. Sweat poured down her face stinging her eyes. Closer and closer she glided. “I will not be your dinner,” she screamed. She sat up and flapped her wings with all her might. She clawed at the air, but it wasn’t enough, because her feet were still on the ground. A buzzing started in her ears. The voices in the stump screamed with rage. “No. No. No. She is ours. We will feast this night and there is nothing you can do about it.”

The buzzing grew louder. She was almost to the threshold. A few more inches and she would be inside the stump. Strong arms enveloped her from behind. Her breath caught in her throat. She turned her head to find her father’s face inches from her own. He slammed his feet against the stump and pulled back. Mildred gasped. They stopped moving. She looked over his shoulder to see her friends and family hovering behind him. “We have many things to discuss when we get home, but for now, hold on,” he said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight.

Mildred’s rescuers approached the stump, turned and flapped their wings so furiously the ground shook. The voices inside wailed. The window panes shattered. Shards of yellow glass flew through the air. Her father gritted his teeth. The muscles in his arms strained as he pulled backwards trying to free Mildred, then suddenly they were rolling backwards through the air. It was a few seconds before they were caught by the others. She breathed deep as her stomach did a few more sickening flips.

“We will get you next time, little one,” screeched a voice from the darkness, then the door slammed shut.

Mildred rested her head on his shoulder. “I think you know now that things aren’t always as they appear to be. Anger clouds your judgement, little one. You must listen with your heart,” said her father, as he scooped her up and headed for home.

Arial Wintertail

As the, self-proclaimed “Prettiest Fairy in All the Land”, Arial Wintertail always had her pick of charming suitors, but when Tansy Gigglevail suggested the new FDS (Fairy Dating Service), well, she couldn’t pass it up. Her chances of marrying a handsome prince would double, maybe even triple.

She filled out the necessary forms with more than enough truth “enhancers” to attract the right sort of true love and slipped it into the large wooden box on the table. A few beeps, boops and whoop-whoops later, the machine spit out a tiny piece of paper. Tansy snatched it away before Arial could get her hands on it. She giggled and eyed Arial. “FDS has done it again. You must go to clearing in the forest today. Your one true love will be there waiting for you.” She tilted her head with a dreamy look in her eyes.

“That’s it?” asked Arial. “Just go to the forest? I’m the prettiest fairy in all the land. Shouldn’t my one true love come to me?”

“No,” said Tansy. “You better hurry. You don’t want your prince to leave.” She turned Arial around and shoved her out the door. “Good luck.” She gave her a squeeze and pushed her in the direction of the forest.

“This is silly,” mumbled Arial. She turned around to head for home, then paused. What if the FDS was right and her prince was waiting for her. If she didn’t show up, he’d leave. He could be a gnome king or a dwarf elder. Those were always good choices. Her sister had married a half gnome, half dwarf and she was very happy. But, what if he were a goblin king? She shuddered at the thought. Goblin kings were disgusting, mean and nasty creatures. That almost made her turn and run, but the gnome, dwarf or halfling made her push on.
She would bravely see what fate had in store for her.

She trudged through the forest thinking of all the jewels, pretty dresses and parties she would attend once she and her true love were married, but when she stepped out of the trees there was no one there. She eyed the forest surrounding the clearing. There was no sign of her prince charming.

Maybe he’s running late, she thought, sitting down on a large stump. She smoothed her dress, fluffed her hair, then clasped her hands together and placed them neatly in her lap. He probably stopped to pick her a bouquet of flowers.

Arial waited a long time. The sun was going down and her backside was numb when she finally decided to leave. Branches snapped somewhere in the forest. She hurried back to the stump and sat down. This was it. Her stomach flip-flopped with excitement. There was more snapping, followed by crunching and thumping. Out of the forest stomped Ogden (or Oggie) the ogre. Techinically, he was a prince. His father was king of the ogres, but Oggie held no title. He was known far and wide for his lazy, clumsy and selfish ways. After one incident where he set fire to half the ogre village and almost burnt down the forest, his father had taken away his princely status. The big oaf refused to change his ways and became an outcast.

“Stop right there,” shouted Arial, throwing her hands in the air. “Turn around and go back where you came from.”

Oggie waved a small piece of paper in the air. “You are my perfect match. We will be married and have a perfect life. When father sees this, I will get all that is rightfully mine.”

“No. You are not my perfect match and we most certainly will not be married,” said Arial, hoping off the stump.

“The fairy said you are and we will,” said Oggie, stomping over to her.

Arial’s eyebrows came together in confusion. “What fairy?”

Oggie turned around and pointed. “Her.”

Tansy stepped out of the forest and glared at Arial. “Prettiest fairy in all the land. Bah! Now you will be the prettiest fairy in the ogre village. Have a nice life, Arial.”

“Tansy, wait,” called Arial. Tansy disappeared into the forest without a backward glance.

Without warning, Oggie scooped Arial up into his arms. “You are mine now. Father will be so proud. We will have a big family with lots and lots of ogre-fairy babies.”

Arial kicked her feet and fluttered her wings, but it was no use. Oggie was far stronger. He happily strolled back into the forest with his new bride.

To be continued…

Rez Bonedread

Bonedread, for short.

He’s a flexible goblin. One moment he’s rubbing elbows with the upperclass that glide through Grimhold Marketplace and in the next moment, he’s mud wrestling the sword vendor two stalls down.

He is straight forward and says what’s on his mind. His words may sting and you may not like them, but he sets it on the table for all to see and to be dealt with there and then. He has no patience for beating around the bush.

He has a crusty outer shell, but inside, this goblin is a ball of mush, especially when it comes to his son Zeeback.

He is greedy, money hungry and self-centered, but he is also the most loyal friend you’ll find anywhere.

You wouldn’t know it by looking at him, but Bonedread is a winner. One way or another, he always gets what he wants.

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Good Morning.

Happy Monday.

No one really likes Mondays, right? Coffee makes them better, though.

Wicked amount of icy rain yesterday. I am thankful that the rain wasn’t too bad and we didn’t lose power. I see the states that are experiencing seriously flooding & I pray they’ll be alright.

Still getting used to being on WP fulltime. I find I want to post/ talk more on here. Is that a thing? lol. It’s an odd one for me, since I’m such an introvert and consider myself boring.

Funny thing this morning, though. I decided to try something new and signed up for Twitch. lol. I know it’s a streaming gaming site, but I did Google if there are authors on there. There are, so I figured, what the heck, I’ll upload my story videos I made for Youtube & Rumble.
I have never used Twitch before, never stayed on the site for any significant amount of time. Uploaded all my graphics, added links and a bio, etc.
Started really looking aorund the site more. I have never felt my age so hard before. lol. I am Gen-X. That was okay, though. Then I came across the part where it says to upload videos you have to be an affiliate or partner. A partner requires a submission. Not going to do that, so I figured I’d join the affiliate side.
LOL, you need 50 followers, keep at least 3, stream for 8 hours over the course of a week.

Um, no. I hate having my photo taken, let alone show myself on video. lol.

Anyway, I hope your day is a great one.

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Soggy Sunday

GM, everyone.

Happy Sunday! Coffee is in hand. No motivation to get myself gear, just yet. Staring at the radar. We’re getting icy rain at the moment, followed by heavy rain later in the day. Not looking forward to that. We have a tendency to get flooded. I tend to act like a lunatic, picking everything up, refreshing the radar, etc., until it’s over. Oh, to be sitting on the beach in the pic, listening to the waves, with coffee and a notepad.

What’s on your agenda for the day? Whatever it is, I hope it’s filled with a ton of fun and laughter.

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Have a wonderful day.

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Aberdean Cragmore

Morning everyone.

I hope your weekend has started out great for you.

I thought I’d start with a re-share of an older story I wrote some time ago. Attempting to gain momentum and some inspiration this A.M., although it could be lack of coffee.

So, here we go. Hope you enjoy.

Aberdean Cragmore

Aberdean Cragmore wasn’t the most polished or sophisticated member of the family, but he was good with his hands and even better at finding things. When there was something that needed to be found, you could count on Aberdean.

He had just returned from retrieving the family’s Stone of Remembrance and wanted nothing more than to sleep but an unexpected visit from Abigail Butterton (or “butter fingers” behind her back) meant he would be heading out once again. She was always losing things and this time was no different. She had misplaced her crystal ball during her travels and demaned Aberdean find it. Abigail did not live close by, which meant the crystal ball could be anywhere within a fifty mile radius, maybe more.

Aberdean was not happy, but agreed to find it and set out straight away. Abigail decided her crystal ball was too precious to be handled by anyone but her and went with him. He should have known there was a problem.
Abigail Butterton was the dainty sort and shied away from anything she deemed trivial and retrieving something she had misplaced was trivial. There was always someone around to help her. All she had to do was bat her eyelashes and smile. There was none of that this time and unfortunately, Aberdean was too tired to recognize the warning signs.

They searched for several hours and traveled far from Merrihaven looking for the crystal ball to no avail. Frustrated and practically falling asleep in the saddle, Aberdean decided to turn back. Abigail laughed and called him an idiot. Before Aberdean’s eyes, Abigail disappeared and in her place was Hagatha Dungbeetle, a witch. She wanted the Stone of Remembrance. Aberdean came fully awake at the sight of the shriveled, stringy-haired, warty beast before him. Hagatha batted her eyes, flashed him a rotten smile and laughed so hard, she almost fell off her horse. Aberdean pulled on the reins. His horse moved to the right, but Hagatha was ready. Magic sparked from the palms of her hands.

He had no choice but to hand over the stone. He reached into his pocket, whispered under his breath and thrust the stone into the witch’s hand. Her smile faded and her eyes glazed over. She dropped her arm and slumped in the saddle. Aberdean snatched the stone back with a satisifed grin. The Stone of Remembrance also acts as the Stone of Forgetfulness. Hagatha would not remember this day. He pulled her off the horse and set her in the grass, where she curled into a ball and sucked her thumb. He set off for Merrihaven with the intent to have a stern word with Esther and Griselda about protection spells and to hide the Stone of Remembrance where no one would find it ever again.

Happy Valentine’s Day

Morning everyone.

Happy Valentine’s Day, if you celebrate or Happy Friday! The weekend is almost here.

It’s been a few weeks since I last posted. I hope you’re all doing great and feeling fine.
I’ve been manually moving my author site over to WordPress for a few weeks now. I had no idea Weebly was sold to Square until a few months ago. Wasn’t even paying attention until the little changes became obvious.
They’ve started to take away the drag and drop site builder, among other thing. I don’t care for their changes.

I was trying to make a decision on another host, but haven’t yet, so WordPress will have to do, for now. Maybe it’s a good thing, though.

How is your writing, art, crafts, other going?

I’ve been sorting through my binders, organizing my notes & pieces of stories & learning about a new genre, besides middle grade. It’s way outside of my comfort zone, but that’s alright.

Just wanted to check in. Time to get back to work. The morning has gotten away from me.

Have a wonderful weekend everyone. May it be good to you & yours.