Continued from HERE: As one would expect the woods main commodity was trees. There existed all kinds bark and species running the gamut from enchanted to plain old oak, and many creatures including humans got their resources from them. Most knew that there was always some sort of price one had to pay in order… Continue reading Fiction Friday: Let’s Take a Trip
More Red and Rapunzel next week. For now, more Haiku’s. I just find them really relaxing to make: Wonder Woman Strong arms, stronger heart born on Themyscira she, fights for all of us. Rapunzel Long haired girl stuck up high in a lofty tower. Will love set her free? Snow White One queen’s… Continue reading Fiction Friday: Take a Guess
No Red and Rapunzel this week, but here are some Haiku’s based off of fairytales: Cinderella A sad lowly maid get’s her life at the grand ball, and marries the damn prince! The Little Mermaid She explores the deep, but desires dry land so, trades her tail for legs. Thumbelina Little thumb sized… Continue reading Fiction Friday: Fairytale Haiku’s
Continued from here: BLOOP Leaving the tower, turned out to be far less dramatic than Reva assumed it would be. For starters there was a door and stairs they were just hidden by a spell. Despite Cassia’s insistence that it was hardly noteworthy that she could hack it, Reva remained impressed anyway, after all… Continue reading Fiction Friday: Out of the Tower and Into the Woods…Again
Continued from last week… Reva, while keeping her eye’s focused on Cassia and her knife, took a deep breath in and out. Clearly it was necessary to reassess the situation at hand. No pay check was worth pissing off a powerful witches potentially equally powerful daughter. “Look, I’m just strapped for cash okay?” Reva started… Continue reading Fiction Friday: Which Witch?
Continued from last week. Although even more impressive than the roomy tower was the inhabitants extremely long hair. The lady’s braid still hung out the window and she didn’t look the least bit perturbed. “So who are you exactly?” she asked staring Reva down. “Well my mother named me Reva, but a lot of people… Continue reading Fiction Friday: The Tower
Reva loved the color red. She wasn’t quite sure why, though her ex suggested it was because her mother always dressed her up in a little red hood when she was a kid. “That’d be strange if that was what did it,” she’d replied. “Considering that damn thing was of no use to me, and… Continue reading Fiction Friday: Fairytale?