December 19, 2022 · 11:15
A silvery moonlit path guides my way through the howls of the night to a place that non dares to go
Hunting a shadowy foe, within the mounds of obituaries covered in snow
It sneaks and ducks down and low, trying to hide from me is my foe
But I see him well and I track him down and soon the world shall be safe and sound
From the bite of the night that is my foe
I shall bring an end to woe
He is trapped; there is no place to go
But to deaths door as I bring down my blow
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March 2, 2021 · 13:30
To me the shadows blanket me from the woes of mortality
I can watch, but I won’t feel
It is a blessing to be what I am
A creature of the shadows
I sit and watch in anticipation as the shadowlands cover the world to sleep
Babies cry in their mothers arms, cradled by helplessness
I could almost pity them
But I do not
The city falls slowly to sleep
As the shadowlands bite its way to my door
I open the door eagerly awaiting an embrace
The vines of darkness coil around my body mind and soul almost crushing me
But they know their own
Their grasp loosen and I feel kissed
Come play with us the shadowlands call
And I heed them
February 23, 2021 · 11:30
The shadowlands swamp the world with its biting shadowy glaze
Covering the mortal realm like a blanket with a cold sharp wind
Frozen to the bone the mortal men pray for the darkness to be vanquished by sunlight
But the darkness just keeps biting
Biting the tears of the mortal men as the tears drop onto the cheeks of the men and groan
Will the darkness ever cease?
I hope not, for I call it home
January 10, 2020 · 08:45
In the land of the kelp dragons all mossy and green
The creatures are preparing a coronation for a new fairy queen
Her dress is green felt embroidered with ferns and her crown is gold apricots that won’t spoil or turn
She rides to the scene with an elegant mare, that’s decorated with blueberries, apples and pears
The dragons sit around protecting the queen
Nothing can harm them, they are too supreme
The fairies all gather around in the fen
As the dragons give their blessings to the queen and them
Before the dawn comes all have fun at the ball
The royal procession is fun time for all
Before the sunrises, the queen kisses goodbye, to all the kelp dragons and tries not to cry
Because she won’t ever see them again, as they only come to fairies if its coronation time again
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January 2, 2018 · 15:00
There are some distant church bells chiming across the foggy moors, ghostly songs are being sung, songs of a thousand years. Casey is chilled to the bone; her grey shredded shawl flaps clumsily around her, making her image seem fragmented in the distance. The ghostly song soon turns into evil menacing laughter and in the distance, a carousel spins, the decorative horse eyes that surround the carousel in their beautiful jewels and golden poles are aglow. A demonic voice beckons Casey to go forwards, towards the carousel, welcoming her to the fair, welcoming her to sights never seen before, welcoming her to yield to the desires of them from the unknown.
Tentatively she steps forwards towards them, compelled by their magic. Her footsteps are soft and delicate like tiny faeries dancing on the petals of roses so softly that the petals are unharmed. Casey soon notices that her grey and brown rags are changing, but she doesn’t care, she just carries on towards the demonic fair, tip toeing like a ballerina in jade silk slippers. Her clothes are turning into beautiful jade and gold coloured silks and white laces, her muddy hands are transformed to the hands of a beautiful clean lady, her fingers slender and rich, her nails polished and long… she is not Casey any more, she doesn’t know who she is turning into, but the feeling is glorious. The demons at the fair cannot be seen nor heard any more. There is a strong looking soldier standing by the carousel on guard – but Casey is not sure of what he is guarding. He salutes Casey and a fanfare then erupts around them, an unseen army is marching she senses, not far behind the carousel, playing a robust brass band as they go along.
A smell of roses accentuates the air around her. Then, in the clearing of the fog, as she walks around the carousel, she sees them, the marching brass band and their soldiers in tow of a beautiful gilded litter carriage. Peering into the window of the litter carriage Casey saw a beautiful young woman, in a golden gown with jade jewels bestrewed around her, her hair is unseen for it is covered by a beautiful jade scarf. The woman, of which Casey presumes to be a queen, waves her hand towards a man presumably a steward to open the carriage door. He does so, he calls to the soldiers in the band to halt and abruptly the music stops and all is still. The Queen descends her carriage gracefully and on tippy toes walks elegantly towards Casey and takes hold of her shoulders, smiling sweetly down at her. She is a pretty lady, very sweet and tender looking, like a mother attending to her infant. Slowly the Queen stands aside and gently pushes Casey towards the opened carriage door and placing her crown upon Casey’s head, then walks away from Casey, slowly turning into a rag ridden young urchin and disappearing into the fog. Confused Casey stays looking back into the fog for the queen, tentatively feeling for her crown, it felt strange upon her.
The above story is a shortened version of a novelization I am working on and have been working on since May 2017.
I wanted it to be a series of horror books, because Casey will have adventures and will lead into adventures of new characters along the way. The thing is, I am not sure how many books this will potentially be or whether or not they will ever be completed, so I felt that it would be relatively safe to post this up on the blog.
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Tagged as carousel, carriage, Casey's Crown, creative writing, crown, dance, demon, demonic, fairground, fairies, fairytale, fantasy, ghost, ghost story, Gothic, haunting, horror, Queen, short story, story
December 30, 2017 · 15:49
I have been doing a lot more reading that normal in the past three months in particular; I have become more active with my local library and buying books again. I am not happy with my average annual book totalling 70; I want to do much more than that. So far, according to Goodreads.com I have read 75 books this year, tomorrow is the last day of the year, so I can’t do much more than that – but I do want to have a different goal for 2018 – usually my aim is a book per week, 52, my aim for 2018 is to read 80 books, if I can get to 100 I will be super happy.
November 15, 2016 · 21:27
15 days to go for the end of the NaNoWriMo challenge and I am 29k in.
November 1, 2016 · 18:52
NaNoWriMo has kicked off today and I am on a roll! I have so far written 2148 words towards my daily goal, my daily goal has been 1670 words. So WOO!
I have chosen to write a fantasy story based around a teenage girl who discovers another world. I leave the rest to your imagination.
October 24, 2016 · 14:29
Really glad I found this, found it very insightful as I have never heard of mermay, junicorn or any other the others. Thank you.
Rachel illustrates : fantasy art and Faerie devotion
In the spirit of MerMay, Junicorn, Smaugust, and Orctober (and any others I don’t know about), let’s make this a thing!
Draw a Gnome every day for the entire month of November! (And yes, obviously, I’ll be doing this too!) Hope to see lots and lots of Gnomes around here soon ❤
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October 21, 2016 · 11:50
I will be talking more about what inspires me in the future of this blog, because there are a lot of wonderful things out there that fills this creative mind of mine right up. A lot of things that take my interest seem to be almost unheard of, music, artists, fashion experts etc. It seems to me that I like the obscure or the famous that aren’t that famous enough to be a known household name.
I think it’s a shame that some people who inspire me aren’t known more. I think it’s a shame that even I find it hard to find their works. Also, not all people who inspire me are famous – not all people who inspire me have say – published a book yet, or sold a piece of art. But there are some who have made it into their local newspaper for producing good art at big social events, but aren’t well known in any other form.
I like the elusive people, but I wish they weren’t so elusive.
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Tagged as art, artist, creative, fame, fashion, inspiration, minds, names, obsure, writer, writing