Stories tagged “faeries”
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Dreams in a Dead World
Navigating her way through the hatch, Ren went for the proto-goo dispenser. It wasn’t much of a breakfast, but it kept the hunger at bay. She sighed and replayed her night. It wasn’t much, but it beat the harsh, gray world out the porthole....
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Fae
I stare. Every inch of my body screams at me to look away before she catches me, but it’s as though I’ve been seduced by the siren’s song. She’s so beautiful it’s haunting, and yet there’s something wrong with her. S...
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The Court of Winged Fey (children's story)
“San telanik du—Do not fidget,” Mamu told me as we walked into the courtroom. “It is unbecoming of a winged faerie.” “But my wings aren’t fully growed yet!” I said. Mamu slapped me and told me not to use ...
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Caositia
I sat properly to try and keep Mamu pleased. She was talking to the other grown ladies of the Court in a hushed voice and she looked real worried and it made me nervous. Why should she be upset? I tugged on her sleeve for attention. “Why are you ...
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Lo Gaikan
A big man with a funny looking nose got up and talked. He spoke in the tongue of ancient fey instead of the progressive fey so I couldn’t really understand. He said gaikan a lot though and another word too that I learned from one of my friends. D...
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Punishment
“Sarrihe optistelos!” Mamu whispered to me and I squeezed my eyes shut. I heard the sounds of a ritual for summoning fire and smelled burning oak. I wrinkled my nose at the smell. I didn’t like fire, I couldn’t control it yet. N...
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Morals
I couldn’t sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the faerie’s wings, I heard his screams and I could smell the awful stench of the burning flesh of those once beautiful wings…his wings. “Why did they do that?”...
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The Fairy Trade
A shoemaker and his wife lived together in a small cottage with their thirteen young children. The family was very poor. One warm spring night the shoemaker’s wife was in the bedroom with her youngest child, an infant. The other twelve children were ...
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Aurora, Awakened
“She roams the forest at night as though sleepwalking, our nightmarish Princess. That infernal owl clings to Her wrist and whispers the Witch’s orders in Her ear. Have not you noticed the absence of the Good Faeries? They stay locked in a l...
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(Re)introduction to Sven
One more time through the year 2010. Unlike some years – 1066 and 1969 spring to mind – 2010 doesn’t get any better with repeated viewings. My name is Sven Thorkinsgalf. I’ve met you before – thrice, actually. But you have...