May 13th, 2011

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A Fairy Tale

You’d like to hear a fairy tale? Really? Well, all right.

Many generations ago in a village in Kandral was a boy who thought he was smarter than he was. He went out into the woods without telling anyone, wanting to prove he could hunt on his own. Instead he got lost. His parents thought he was with his cousins, his cousins thought he was with his parents, so nobody missed him until night fell.

In the dark and with no idea where he was, he became very afraid. He called for help.

Someone arrived, a figure with skin and hair shining like a moon. It talked sweetly to the boy, until he was not afraid any more. The fae asked the boy to tell it about his family, in exchange for being led to a street, and got a lot of complaints how his parents liked his brothers and sisters, who he said picked on him, more, and no-one took him as seriously as he deserved.

“Ah, this is sad,” said the fae, and nothing more.

They walked in silence until they reached a path. The boy recognised it after a moment.

“Here, take this,” said the fae, and handed him a seed, big as a nut and shimmering golden. “Plant it somewhere near your pastures. It will grow into something wonderful. It will bring joy to your life.”

The boy thanked the fae and ran home. He hid the seed, and it was a week later, after all the anger, relief and excitement about his disappearance and reappearance had worn off, that he snuck off and buried the seed in a hedge, a bit hidden. He did not want it out in the open, so he could be the one to “find” whatever would sprout.

He never saw the plant, because it grew much faster than he had thought, but much more hidden. Roots spread far, sending up shoots that the goats liked to eat. It did not harm the goats, but their milk turned to slow poison. Soon the boy’s parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, and many of their neighbours fell sick, and died. The fae’s poison never harmed the boy who had received the gift of getting rid of those he maligned.

When the story came out, the remaining people of the village decided they had to cleanse the area with fire to get rid of the plant. The boy, mad with grief and guilt, jumped into the flames, and burned to ashes.

What, you don’t like it? So leave me alone about fairy tales. That’s the kind of story about fairies that I know.

Originally posted at  ankewehner.de. You can comment here or there.

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Friday with crackers

I like crackers. *crunch*

Got my grade for the drawing course this morning - 1.7 (with best being 1.0 and worst but still passing being 4.0), which I'm pretty happy with, given how nervous I was about the whole thing.

On the way home I had a nice little walk through IKEA and picked up a drawer unit on wheels. I'm planning to keep stuff like pencils in, right at hand. Well, to my left, but... *cough* It is red!

I wrote a fresh bit of flash for today, and cleaned up an older draft for another that I can fall back on, so that should hopefully free up writing-headspace to tackle the Dragon story, or something else that intimidates me.

Right now I'm wondering how to do a review that tells people enough to decide if a short story is interesting to them, without spoiling it too much.

Signal boost
haikujaguar is working on a printed collection of her Jokka stories. The Jokka are an alien species with three sexes. The reviews I'm waffling about are of those short stories, but if you haven't read them and are curious now, two of them are available for free: Freedom, Spiced and Drunk and Unspeakable
The print edition is looking for sponsors, and there are goodies on offer up to and including the original illustrations painted for the collection.

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