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Prompt – Write about a Fairy

To be honest this was an easy prompt for me as the character written about, Petal Soft, is one from my children’s chapter book.

Petal Soft flew in and out of the long grass in the meadow, stopping occasionally to inspect a flower, one here, and one there. Her fairy wings glistened in the sunshine. She was looking for the perfect hat. The snowdrop hat she wore was tattered and worn now and it was time to replace it. With the warmth of spring sunshine and gentle showers the meadow grew lush. The green grass was dotted with all the colours of the rainbow by beautiful flowers opening their petals to the sky.
            Should she choose yellow, which was a bright cheerful colour or red to be more dramatic at the fairy dance? As she flew back and forth, Petal Soft considered each flower and its colour carefully. The dance was a special one not only to celebrate spring but also to mingle with fairies from far and wide. Petal wanted to meet a certain fairy whose magic was said to be more powerful than any other. If Petal could learn just one of those extraordinary spells she would be so happy.
            Along the edge of the meadow grazing contently stood three deer, they glanced up as Petal passed by but were not alarmed. She smiled and flew forward and gasped in surprise when she saw the most beautiful flower. It was a woodland orchid almost hidden in the shade of a birch tree. Its soft cream colour was splashed with bright pink it was perfect.
            Bowing low, Petal asked the flower if she could take it. A whisper of wind was the only answer needed. Plucking the flower from the stem, Petal turned the petals this way and that appreciating their beauty.
            On the night of the dance, Petal Soft adorned her head with the stunning orchid and wore a cream dress so as not to detract from its beauty. When she flew into the gathering place all heads turned to admire her hat.

         She met the elder that night and became her apprentice learning special spells all because her orchid hat was the most beautiful. 

Meet Petal again in Ockleberries to the Rescue. http://www.dreamwritepublishing.ca/products/ockleberries-rescue

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She also appears in a story in this newly released anthology.

https://www.amazon.ca/Fireflies-Fairy-Dust-Fantasy-Anthology-ebook/dp/B079KFLXZC

Fireflies & Fairy Dust

Try your hand at writing a story about a fairy. I would love to read it.

 

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List a few phobias you have. When and how did you discover you had these?

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My ‘phobia’s’ are rather bizarre to say the least. Firstly, as a child I had a recurring nightmare, which was so vivid I would wake with terrible stomach and back pain. The source was a rhino’s horn penetrating my body! In the dream I was at a fancy ‘garden’ party with marquees, waiters, lavish tables, musicians – the works. I was still young and attended with my parents. The setting was Africa on the boundary of the wilderness. (I was born in South Africa).

A rhino thundered towards the garden party scattering the guests in all directions, it also pierced through me as it exited the scene. I could feel the horn through my body and the jarring as the animal ran across the savanna. I could hear screams behind me as the guests realized my predicament. This is the moment I would wake up.

Many, many years later, when my daughter, a born animal whisper wanted to visit the rhino house at Longleat Safari Park, UK, I tried to get her to go on her own. Up to that point I couldn’t even look at a rhino photo images on the TV. She was insistent I went with her to stroke the animal. As we entered the rhino house my fear grew. My daughter went up to the rhino, who was leaning against the massive metal bars and patted it’s hide. She held my hand as I did the same. It’s hide is incredibly solid and rough and I was amazed at how it felt. This encounter lessened my childhood fear in a way I did not think possible. I can look at rhino’s now but still find I turn away when the images are of a charging bull rhino.

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My second ‘phobia’ became apparent once I became a mother. The feelings of love and protection were (and are) so intense that I worry about my children’s safety and well-being. Even now when they are adult’s, I still worry about them (I am often teased because of it but the ‘cord’ is never cut – as we mother’s know only too well). Again I had recurring nightmares of this situation, which in a dreamscape is perfectly reasonable, of course. Bearing in mind at the time I was living in England and the situation was far from possible, the dreams were all too real to me.

Once again the dreams were vivid and I had the sensation of the bitter cold. Upon waking I would be shivering. The dream situated me with my two small children on a mountain side where an avalanche roared down towards us. I grabbed a child under each arm and ran to a rocky outcrop, where I held them tight under the overhang. As tonnes of snow poured over us I clung as tightly as I could to ensure each child was not ripped from my grasp.

Once the torrent ceased, we were buried in a capsule of snow and ice with a small pocket of space around us. As time passed, we became colder and colder and I understood I had to find a way to keep my children warm. (Now remember this is a dream and anything is possible in a dream!) I had the children put their feet and hands on my torso and that worked for a while but I could feel my extremities heat lessening. So the best way to keep the children warm was to put them ‘inside’ me where it was very warm. I cut my torso open and made the children crawl inside.

This is the moment I would wake up.

So now you have a glimpse at my psyche – how about you share too?

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If you could pack up and leave on vacation today, where would you be off to?

Considering we are in the depths of a freezing winter here in Alberta, anywhere would appeal to it’s inhabitants, that is warmer than -24!

However, it is no secret I have a favorite place, besides ‘home’ – England, that I would happily live. That place is Rome. It is an enthralling mixture of ancient and modern. Daily life is relaxed, the food and wine delicious and that golden Italian light is magical. The countryside with its winding roads, so like England and the iconic trees, vineyards and terracotta roofed buildings draw me to them. My screen saver at work is a view across the Tuscan countryside. Maybe, I was Italian in a past life and that is the reason I have an affinity with Italy.

I traveled to Florence, Rome and Venice many moons ago and Rome resonated within my soul so deeply I have always been pining to go back. I will go back someday, it is on my bucket list.

 

Where would you go?

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Does your name have a meaning? If so, what is it? If not, make up your own meaning for it.

For a start Mandy is an English baby name. In English the meaning of the name Mandy  is ‘worthy of being loved’. However, it is an abbreviation of Amanda. For those that know me, I NEVER respond to Amanda only Mandy – or risk getting a punch!

My Mother gave me the name due to having babysat a little girl in her youth, whom she was enamored. It is also, I have been told through biblical scholars, in Hebrew/Aramaic the name AMANDA means “Gift from God.” Interestingly, Amanda does not mean lovable. It means “she must be loved” in Latin.

For some reason my Mother named all her children with Hebrew names. I have no idea why.

The name Simon is a Hebrew name meaning ‘hear; listen.’

The name Rebecca is a Hebrew baby name meaning ‘captivating; knotted cord’
The name Jonathan is a Hebrew baby name meaning ‘Jehovah has given. Jehovah’s gift.’
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Do you know what your name means?  Is there a significance to the name you bear? Care to share?

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Have you ever experienced something that just could not be logically explained?

This event happened when I was about nine or ten years old. My father was driving the car with my mother in the front seat and my three siblings and I in the back seat. (Years before seat belts!) We were  driving across Bucklebury Common, a familiar place to us all as we lived nearby.

There appeared an object in the clear blue sky that we thought at first was an plane. However, as it drew closer we could all see it was oval in shape, had a dark coloured exterior and did not reflect the sunlight.

My father slowed the car down (there were no other cars on the road) so he could see better and we all stared at the object, which just hung in the air – not moving up or down or in either direction – just perfectly still.

We are convinced it was a UFO but have no way of proving it as my father did not have his camera with him and it was decades before cell phones were invented.

To this day I sometimes reflect on  that experience. The object disappeared as quickly as it had come into view, seemingly in the blink of an eye – surely not a conventional mode of human transport.

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Have you had an unexplained event? Why not share in the comments?