tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247805742011-09-23T08:33:48.746-07:00A collection of fiction series, short stories and thoughts by WendygitalWendygitalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575829113080025909noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24780574.post-82869631946462271192011-02-21T04:50:00.000-08:002011-02-21T06:27:03.605-08:00<div style="border-top:0px solid #c28b4b; border-right:2px solid #c28b4b; border-bottom:2px solid #c28b4b; border-left:2px solid #c28b4b; background:#fbf3c5; padding:10px;"><div style="float:right; padding-right:10px;"><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/wendygital/TSTM/GwenTheElf_post4.jpg" alt="Gwen The Elf Original Fantasy Series by Wendygital" /></div><span style="font:arial;color:#633501;text-align:justify;"><br />It was a day like no other I can remember...<br />I knew that the light trapped in the 'orangey-red' leaves was trying to tell us something...<br /><br />The sweet scent of burning pinecones propelled by the cool breeze, flooded the space between the green grass and the tops of the beech trees, right where I was standing, while the others were absorbed in their duties setting out camp.<br /><br />That light, with barely perceptible soft purple hues, fell straight down to an ordinary boulder and seemed to bounce and create some sort of an 'aura' all around it...<br /><br />Lost in my thoughts, I then noticed her...<br />She appeared completely out of the blue, or 'purple', should I say...<br />A small bundle wrapped in a green blanket was held in her arms... She looked a bit confused when she raised her glimpse to stare at me.<br /><br />We kept eye contact for a few seconds, millisecs, maybe, but it felt like forever...<br /><br />The hood of her violet velvet cloak fell backwards and revealed two tiny pointy ears under the silky red waterfalls of hair.<br /><br />We looked at each other in awe... Until the smalll bundle in her arms started to cry...<br />And then, with no further sign, she vanished inside the woods...<br /><br /></span><br /><i>*** To be continued...</i><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24780574-8286963194646227119?l=thingsshetoldme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wendygitalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575829113080025909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24780574.post-88885868580231411882010-09-08T10:46:00.000-07:002010-09-08T11:32:35.645-07:00<div style="border-top:0px solid #c28b4b; border-right:2px solid #c28b4b; border-bottom:2px solid #c28b4b; border-left:2px solid #c28b4b; background:#fbf3c5; padding:10px;"><div style="float:right; padding-right:10px;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/wendygital/TSTM/Swan_Color2.jpg" alt="Black Swan - Soft Winged Curves - Swans" /></div><span style="font:arial;color:#633501;"><br /><div align="center" style="padding-right:20px; padding-left:0px;">PROLOGUE<br /><br />Swans...<br /><br />What do they evoke in us?<br />...Beauty?<br />...Perfection?<br />...Old naive tales?<br /><br />Soft winged curves that move rhythmically with the water waves...<br />Wings that spread and reach the immensity of our skies, <br />followed by the perfect water landing... <br />All peace, calm and grace...</div><br /></span><br /><i>*** To be continued...</i><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24780574-8888586858023141188?l=thingsshetoldme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wendygitalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575829113080025909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24780574.post-78731824293195939732010-08-31T04:19:00.001-07:002010-09-08T09:33:47.903-07:00<div style="border-top:0px solid #c28b4b; border-right:2px solid #c28b4b; border-bottom:2px solid #c28b4b; border-left:2px solid #c28b4b; background:#fbf3c5; padding:10px;"><div style="float:right; padding-right:10px;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/wendygital/TSTM/img001b.jpg" alt="Things She told Me Landscape" /></div><span style="font:arial;color:#633501;"><br />There was a time when the hopes of the young<br />were faithfully placed in humanhood.<br />There were lots and lots of stories telling awful things<br />about the future, about the end.<br />But they became part of our lives<br />as well as all the other stories we can remember<br />from our childhood.<br /><br />Every one remained insensitive.<br />No one did anything that could really stop the end.<br /><br />So the end came.<br />And, what was it like?<br />It was kind of nothing...<br />But, like the old stories used to tell, there was<br />a terrible chaos.<br />Everything was a mess out of confusion.<br />Many people died and many ones were less lucky.<br />They lived for suffering and pain.<br /><br />The whole thing was completely destroyed...<br /></span><br /><i>*** To be continued...</i><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24780574-7873182429319593973?l=thingsshetoldme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wendygitalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575829113080025909noreply@blogger.com0