Farmer Swimming_The Wood Fairies and the Rainbow_The Red Horizon_Older Than I Am
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Farmer Swimming
The ocean is filled with strange things.I know, because I am one of them.I didn't used to be, and I don't belong. I was a land-man: a man of fields and barns and houses. I had never been on a boat in my life, but one day I bartered my loudest chickens and my driest jerky for passage on a great boat headed across the sea, to visit a half-foreign land.The captain (a vacillating man with muscular red gums sea-seasoned skin) told me the vessel would be heading somewhere off the coast first, to a place where fishing was good: large schools they could catch with great braided nets. I would barely l...
The Wood Fairies and the Rainbow
The story I am about to tell you happened a great many years ago, so it is well you listen up so it is not forgotten.It happened one early morning when the first light peeps through, when the birds in the forest begin to welcome their new day. When the darkness of the night is lifting and it is time to rejoice in the arrival of a new day. It is at the beginning, at the break of day that the Patu-pai-a-rehe the ‘Wood Fairies’ (Hakuturi) return to their fortified village amongst the bush-clad slopes of the cloudy summit of Mount Pirongia. These white skinned “little people” i.e. fairies are fe...
The Red Horizon
It was dark and cold as Arya sat by her bedroom window staring at what www.onedoor.ccseemed to be a meteor shower. The sky light up like the fourth of July. She was a girl of sixteen years old, tall, thin and skin a pale a snow. She hurried to her night stand and placed a small hair tie around her wrist as she ran out of the room. She cautiously ran out of her foster moms house to the nearby open corn field to get a better look at what she had seen through the window of her bedroom. To her surprise it wasn't a meteor shower but instead a space craft with the markings 2134 illumonus star 1 written on the sid...
Older Than I Am
“When you wish upon a star…” My voice is too small and faint for my liking. It sounds like a child’s, but I want it to sound like the Blue Fairy’s voice: pure, elfin, sparkly. Now that I think of it, I don’t know if the Blue Fairy actually sang at all in Pinocchio.Now I’ve gone and interrupted my own singing again. Why am I hiding under this comforter? It’s getting stuffy, so I throw the tent off. There is darkness in the room, except the block of quavering moonlight on the floor, and still that persistent tapping. Oh, right. That’s why I’d started singing. I’d forgotten about the tapping.My c...