It's My blog's Anniversary! (+ Short story.)

Hi everyone,
Today is Adventure Awaits's anniversary. To celebrate I am sharing a short story I wrote. I very rarely write stories involving myself, but since it's my blog's anniversary I thought I should share the story of the Golden Pen. In the story you will find fairy tales, portals, and...you will find out the rest when you read it!:) :

Click clack was the sound of my fingers as they tapped against the keyboard…and the words appeared on the screen of the computer beginning with the words: Once Upon a time… 

I thought it would be a good day to write a fairy tale. I had always loved reading Cinderella, Snow White and most of all Rapunzel. I had always wanted hair as long as hers. I was in the middle of writing my story when a scream came out of nowhere, and there was a loud crashing sound as a short figure came falling down the chimney. Tons of dust went everywhere. It was so hard to see what had happened…when the dust cleared, there stood a short little man who was rather dirty from falling through the chimney. His clothes looked regal, but were covered in dust, and he had blonde hair that looked almost like gold. I coughed from the dust, then managed to say,“H-hi.” I wasn’t quite sure what to say, for it isn’t every day that a short man falls through your chimney.

“I could have sworn the miller's daughter was supposed to be here!” he grumbled, standing up from the ground and walking over to me.

“You, aren't by any chance the miller's daughter?” I shook my head. 

“That’s frustrating. I have been traveling all day and night looking for her, and I doubt the king is happy. How will I ever explain this to Mother Goose?” he groaned. 

“You mean you are…Rumplestiltskin!” I said.

“Why ye— wait! How did you know my name? No one knows my name!” he said. 

“Uh…I read about you in a book,” I said, though it sounded weird.

“Ah okay…that makes sense, I guess.” he said, no longer angry at me. “Maybe that was how they found out my name last time.” 

There was a silence…finally I spoke, “I never introduced myself. I am Quinley,” I said. “May I ask what you are doing in my house?” 

“Well, I meant to take the Fairy Godmother’s bus (she started a business bringing people everywhere, especially to the Ball) when somehow I fell off and landed in your chimney. I am sorry for the inconvenience.” he said blushing. Then he added, “I must get back to Fairy Tale Land, though. And I have no idea how. The only way could be to jump through a book, I suppose, but it is rather dangerous.” 

I looked at him, “Well…I have several books upstairs, and I could—“ 

“Excellent, Quinny! Show me the books!” Before I could respond and correct him that my name was “Quinley,” he was upstairs in my bedroom staring at the book shelves. 

“So where are your fairy tales?” he said, looking through the book shelves. He had already created a pile of books on the ground. 

“Umm…somewhere around here,” I said, searching through the pile and moving The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and The Lord of The Rings where they wouldn’t get stepped on. Finally I found a copy of Classic Fairytales…

“Wonderful!” said Rumplestiltskin, opening the book, and turning to the story Rumplestiltskin and muttering some magic words. Suddenly there was a flash of light and everything went black. When I awoke I found myself in a hay pile. I stood up…there was a voice “Ow! Your stepping on my hand” I turned around. There was the miller’s daughter, her eyes red from crying… 

“Uh…something must have gone wrong” I mumbled…looking around. “Because I am not supposed to be here.” 

“Well, you could rescue me from the King. He will kill me, if I don’t spin this straw into gold. I mean, who would ever believe such a thing, that I could spin straw into gold?” she said.

“Uh….” I didn't know what to say at first. Finally, I answered, “Your father, I suppose?”  

“My father?” she said, her face turning red. “How could you say that, my father would never say such a thing!” 

“Are you sure?” I asked. 

“Positive!” she said. 

Suddenly the door opened and in walked the king… “Miller’s daughter you were supposed to spin straw into gold for me!” he said, looking around the room. 

I groaned how could the story end like this? It is impossible, and sad. “Uh!’ I said, thinking fast. “She needs five more minutes to do so..” 

“What is she doing here?” said the king. 

“I..I climbed in through the window…silly me…and I was helping her spin straw into gold. She promised she would give me her first born child when you marry her.” It came out all at once. I couldn’t even stop myself. 

The king stared at me… “And your name is?” 

I blushed…”I can’t say! And you don’t know…” 

The king’s mouth fell open. He looked surprised and he couldn’t even speak. Suddenly, Rumplestiltskin climbed in through the window and gasped…“Uh, Quin what are you doing here!?” 

I turned to him, still blushing…”I-got-stuck-in-your-story-by-mistake-is-there-a-way-to-get-out?” I said all at once.

Rumplestiltskin slapped his face in frustration…”I should have told you to stand back while I did the magic!!” he groaned. He turned to the others and said, “I’m very sorry your highness and miller’s daughter please just stay calm and don’t panic…” 

He reached into his pocket and handed me a golden pen. “Use this to get back. Just write with it, and amazing things will happen.”

Then he handed me a piece of paper and I began writing about home, about magic, about adventures... Suddenly, there was a flash of light and I was back at my desk, sitting at my computer. What had happened? I turned and saw the golden pen, it was still there. Since then I have written many stories with the golden pen. I don't know if the ink was pure gold, but it was magic. Whenever I wrote with it and read my stories aloud, the characters I created would come to life. It would feel like the story was real, but when I was done the characters would vanish.  

I never forgot about my adventure in Fairy Tale Land, and sometimes I even have dreams about it.

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Did you enjoy the story? And what is your favorite fairy tale? 

Love,
Quinley

Also I wanted to say thank you to everyone for following my blog, it means so much to me. 
And I love reading your comments, they always make me smile. I hope you will have a good rest of your day. 

The Holiday Fairy (A short story).

Hi everyone,  I wish you all Happy Holidays!:)
To celebrate I wrote a short story:

The wind rustled the bare branches of the trees. As it did so, snow tumbled off onto the ground. There were lights of all kinds strung on trees and even houses. Some were red and green, while others were just white. I smiled. The holidays were here. The winter holidays were some of my  most eagerly awaited holidays, of course besides my birthday. 

Wham! I turned down to look at my jacket it was covered with snow, which I assumed was from a snow ball. I groaned… and turned around. There was my brother. He was standing in a snow fort, holding a snow ball in his hand and grinning at me.

“So…” I said, brushing the snow ball off my jacket. “Does this mean war?” My brother nodded.

I smiled, “Then well…let loose the snow balls!” I quickly made a few snow balls, then threw them through the air. The first one missed and hit a tree. I giggled a little, then got hit with a snow ball. I have to admit my brother is a very good snow ball thrower. I sighed, then picked up my third snow ball. Unfortunately for me, I had only made three. Well…maybe I would get a chance to make more. This time I threw the snow ball and it hit my brother’s jacket. 

“Ah! eee..” I heard him say.

“Is everything alright?” I asked. 

“Yes…yes, It’s just that I have snow now under my jacket!!” 

“Oh…” I said. “Maybe you should go inside and change.”

My brother nodded then went up the stairs of our house and inside. While I was waiting for him, I decided to sit down on the stairs. I couldn’t wait for him to come out again, so we could continue the snow ball fight. I sighed a happy sigh… All of a sudden my thoughts were interrupted by sobbing which seemed to be coming from under the stairs. I gulped. What on earth could be under there? What if it was a monster? I shook the thought out of my head. A monster crying? That is silly! This time I looked under the porch and saw what I thought I saw was a little girl. She had wings and had Christmas lights in her hair?? She looked up and let out a shriek.

“A h-human!" Her voice was like bells on a sleigh. 

“A fairy” I whispered, I leaned in closer. The fairy backed away. 

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to frighten you. Why are you crying?” 

The fairy sniffed, now less afraid.“Well…” she sighed, a small tear went down her nose. “I was spreading the joys of the holidays around the world when I got chased by a hawk, who chased me for miles, then my wings got so tired that I fell into the icy cold river…” she shuddered at the thought. 

“Well…” I said. “You are welcome to come in and dry yourself off you look cold.” 

The fairy nodded, so I picked her up and carried her into the house. I went in through the back door, not the front, because I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing her. When I got inside I set her down on the table. She smiled at me weakly and whispered “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome. How about I get you some hot chocolate?” 

I reached into my pocket and brought out a thimble. You are probably wondering why I am carrying around a thimble in my pocket. Well, I sew a lot and I always carry around one just in case. We had made hot chocolate for ourselves, but I thought the fairy needed more than we did. So, I went to the stove and poured the hot chocolate into the thimble and gave it to the fairy who took a sip and smiled. She looked a lot warmer than she did when I first saw her. Maybe it was just me, but I thought the Christmas lights that she was wearing were flickering, and the silver on her and silver and blue shirt had more sparkle? After she had finished the hot chocolate I wondered what else I could give to her… Well…maybe she needed a scarf or jacket when she went out again in the cold. So I got out some red and blue fabric. With the blue fabric I made a tiny scarf, and with the red fabric I sewed a coat. It took a little bit longer to make the coat. I handed them to her. She tied the scarf around her neck and put the jacket on. There were holes for her wings to go through, so she looked rather happy. 

“Thank you!” she said, and this time I could tell she had gone all shimmery, then she vanished…

I rubbed my eyes, what had happened? Was I just dreaming or had I really helped a fairy?? 

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The next day I woke up and went to look out the window. I loved to watch snow, even if it wasn’t falling from the sky. I sat down on the windowsill, and was surprised to see a tiny little crown with tiny little candles on it. I picked it up to get a closer look at it. It had a tiny tag that said: “This is a crown from Saint Lucia’s day.” I put it down and looked at the other things that were on the windowsill. There was a Christmas tree, a Menorah, and Kirana. I looked at each and every one, and then I noticed a small green card that said: 

I hope you enjoy these presents, 

happy holidays! 

-The Holiday Fairy 

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Did you like the story? And I hope you have a happy day!:) 

Love,
Quinley 

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow: Twas a dark and Stormy Night...

You can click on the picture to see the words better 

(Before reading this post, just so everyone knows when I say The Legend of Sleepy Hollow I do not mean the horror movie, I am talking about The Novella by Washington Irving, this story I am posting is not a horror story.)
Hi everyone,
(If you haven't read the other parts, here is: Part 1 and Part 2)
Here is the next part of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow: The New School Master? that I promised...
I added in some historical things into it as well.
Anyway here is the story:

Staying with the farmer was a very interesting experience, I have to say. Though it was a rather odd one at times (and no I am not talking about the farmer, I am merely talking about the room I was staying in). The event, which I am going to tell you about, happened on a rainy night. The farmer’s family and I huddled around the fire. One of the windows had broken in the middle of the storm, and was letting the rain and cold air from the storm into the house (though the farmer was telling me that a ghost broke the window). The fire’s light flickered now and then, like it could go out at any minute. 

Isabella turned around to us and said, “How about we tell ghost stories!” 

I looked around the room, it was cloaked in total darkness except for the light of the fire. “I really don’t know—“ I began. but was interrupted by the farmer, 

“That sounds like an excellent idea…” he said, grinning. 

At that moment there was a sound of thunder, and then a flash of lightning, which brightened the room for a minute. Then the room went black again, except for the light in the fire. 

“Do you by any chance need more firewood?” I asked, trying to stand up, but the farmer’s wife told me to sit down again. 

“You're not going to get firewood in this weather, Mr.Robertson!” she said. “You should have some common sense.” 

I sat down again, on the hard wooden chair.  

“Anyway…” said Isabella “Who would like to begin?” 

The farmer sat up, “I would definitely like to.” 

“Alright then,” said Isabella. “Tell us your story.” 

“Well..I am sure most of the people here have either met or heard of Ichabod Crane. He was the school master before Mr. Robertson. Well, one night he simply vanished! It was after he borrowed my best Sunday saddle to go to a party…Now most of us believe, that he was spirited away by the Headless Horseman. And most of us know that the Headless Horseman was searching for his head, which he lost many, many years ago…“ 

I listened to the farmer tell his version of what happened to Ichabod Crane, and the whole story of the Headless Horseman, which I may add I have memorized every word of. When the farmer was done telling his story, there was an applause around the room… 

“Who would like to tell a story next?” he asked. 

Isabella stood up and said, “I would like to, because I have a story about the ghost in one of our rooms…” 

I had feeling that the room she was talking about was the one I was staying in…Of course, this wasn’t the first time, anyone had mentioned the room in which I was staying being haunted by a ghost (or rather one of the past school masters). 

Isabella continued, “So…one dark and stormy night, rather like this one.” then she paused, “I went to go to get an extra blanket, because my room was freezing. As I walked down the stairs, and into the extra room (which we kept for guests or for school masters staying with us) the door creaked open….” She paused, to be dramatic, then continued, “I walked into the room. As I walked I couldn’t help but feel as if someone were watching me. When I came to the bed, I carefully picked up the blanket and folded it, then began to walk out of the room…As I did, I heard the sound of a chair moving as if someone was going to sit down in it. I turned around and to my surprise, I saw a quill pen float in mid-air! And dip itself in the ink pot! And begin to write! Quickly I ran back to my room…and that is the end of my story, thank you, thank you!” she said, then sat down again. 

“Marvelous story, Isabella” said the farmer’s wife. 

“Yes, excellent indeed!” the farmer said. 

I sighed then said, “Quite excellent!” Though I was thinking, How am I ever going to get to sleep, now? 

Suddenly, there was a sound of thunder, it echoed through the whole house… 

“Who would like to tell a story next?” asked Isabella. Just then lightning flashed, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw a figure standing next to the doorway. The next moment it was gone, and I was rubbing my eyes to make sure that I had not been dreaming. “Mr. Robertson, are you alright?” asked Isabella, staring at me. “You look as if you have seen a ghost!” 

“No…I’m fine. I must be really tired…” I said, but at the same time I was thinking, Did I really see a ghost?  

“Anyway,” said the farmer’s wife. “I shall tell my story now, unless Mr. Robertson would like to tell a ghost story.” she said. 

“No I’m fine!” I said, though I rather wish now that i had told a ghost story… 

“Well…I knew that would be the answer. Anyway here is my story. This is a story I never experienced myself, or even met the person who experienced it…But this story revolves around a village not to far from Sleepy Hollow. I, myself, do not know if this story is true, or not But I know that it happened in October around the time of 1778. The Revolution was still being fought, but the story took place in a town far, far away from the fighting. There was something else going on, a letter had been received by a young lady telling her that her husband, had died fighting in the war for independence…” she paused, “The very next day he was buried. A few months after that event some odd things started happening…” she described the story in so much detail, every scene, every movement of the characters, that it seemed so real. Even the ghost part of the story was so hair-raising, that for once I felt like I was in the story she was telling. And for once I actually fully listened to a ghost story, though I cannot put it onto paper. But I add in her last line in the story (as best as I can)...

“The windows opened with a rush of cold air, blowing out all of the candles. The room was so cold, that you could hardly feel your toes. A tall figure walked into the room. He was wearing a uniform that looked tattered from time. When he spoke, it sounded almost like a rusty hinge. He walked up to the girl, and took her by the hand. And almost as soon as he had appeared, he vanished into the night…The party resumed as it had before, but the guests were all shaken at the disappearance of their hostess…” 

The story ended and there were applause around the room. I couldn’t keep it in, “That is the best ghost story I have ever heard” I said, 

everyone stared at me… 

“But, I thought you didn’t like ghost stories,” said Isabella. 

“Uh…that’s because I don’t,” I said. “How could you possibly think I would like ghost stories?” 

Everyone shrugged…and then there was a silence, which was interrupted by the farmer’s wife, 

”Thank you, Mr. Robertson, I’m going to go get some blankets, so we can sleep here…” She sighed, then she left the room… 

Isabella and the farmer talked to each other. I myself went to go get some un-ghost related books. As I walked to the bookshelf, I thought I saw a shadow go by. It looked almost like a cat, but it was completely black. It turned a corner, then disappeared into the darkness. I walked back to the room with the books I wanted to read, then sat back down again. Isabella and her father had finished their conversation… “Um, I was wondering do you have a cat?” I asked. 

They both turned around, “No!” said the farmer, “We don’t have a cat. Where did you get that idea?!” 

“Um…I thought I saw a cat—“ I began. 

“Must have been your imagination!” he said, and the conversation was brought to an abrupt end.  

Later that night, I could not sleep a wink. I was constantly woken up by moans and groans, which echoed through the whole house. And at times I was woken up by shadows, and what I thought was the sound of foot-steps… 

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I hope you have a Happy Halloween!:)
Did you like the story? Do you have any favorite stories (or ghost stories)? 

Love, 
-Quinley

P.S. I will probably continue this next October, but since I am going to write a novel version of it (sometime) I decided I will post a few experimental stories (along with my normal stories) throughout the year (just not maybe in chronological order).

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow: Mr. Robertson's side of the story

(Before reading this post, just so everyone knows when I say The Legend of Sleepy Hollow I do not mean the horror movie, I am talking about The Novella by Washington Irving, this story I am posting is not a horror story.)
Hi Everyone!:) (If haven't read the first part you can read it here)
Here is the next part of my short story series,
I hope eventually to write a novel or novella version of it.
Anyway here it is:

It was a dreary morning when I rode up to Sleepy Hollow, the place those say is haunted by ghosts. I don’t believe that, of course, and the headless horse thing everyone is talking about is total nonsense! Has anyone ever seen him? Of course, several have reported sightings of it, though no one ever lived to tell the story. As I hear, “Brom Bones,” as he calls himself, has said to have been chased by the headless horse thing and won the race… The only reason why I’m not telling you the whole story is that, well, Brom Bones did not act very gentlemanly when I rode into town.  He mockingly laughed at me, and almost knocked me off my feet and said, “Oh another school master, I’m sure a ghost will get you.”

Of course, I ignored it, and walked away to the school house. As I walked I couldn’t help think of Mr. Brom’s words “another school master,” what did he mean by that? Sure, I had been appointed school master because Mr. Crane had “been kidnapped by the headless horse thing” as the townsfolk say, but I had a hard time believing that story. He probably found a place to be a teacher somewhere else…but that still didn’t explain why he had disappeared after the ball, leaving the horse, Gunpowder, behind, along with his hat. And how could have he gotten out of town without being noticed? As I was thinking 

I heard the sound of the wind rustling through the trees, and the sound of faint words in the wind. 

Suddenly, there was a a cry of “Don’t hurt us! Don’t give our head to the headless horse man!” I nearly dropped my books into a mud puddle. There in front of me were two girls, both wide-eyed and looking like they were about to scream. One had blond hair tied back into a long braid, and the other had brown hair that was braided into two braids. 

“What?” I said, everyone in this town was practically obsessed with this “headless horse thing” idea. “Why would I do that?” 

“Oh,” sighed the girl with brown hair tied into two braids. 

“Beg your pardon, but I am not a ghost. And I will not give your head to this headless horse thing!” I said crossly, 

“Actually, it’s the headless horse rid—“ began one of the girls. 

“Also, I am your new school master, you may call me sir or Mr. Robertson, and I will have no talk of ghosts in my class. Do you understand?”  I stated. 

The girls nodded and followed me into the school house. Once all my students had taken their seats, I began making sure that everyone was there for the class. 

“Amanda?” 

“Here” 

“Bob?” 

“Here” 

“Charles?” 

“Here” ….. 

Once I had made sure that everyone was there from the letters A to Z, I began class. 

“Nice to meet you all. I am your new school Master, Mr. Robertson.” I said. “Today we will be learning about—“ I began...A girl caught my eye. She was not paying attention to my speech. I walked over to her. “Miss, what are you doing?” I asked, snatching the paper from her hands. Surprisingly, it was a picture of myself, a very realistic looking drawing of myself, may I add. 

“J-Just d-drawing a-a  p-picture o-of  y-you, f-for o-our wall, B-Because w-We w-want t-to r-remember w-what y-you l-looked l-like b-before y-you v-vanish” said the girl, pointing over to a wall covered with drawings of the past school masters. 

“Well, we will have no drawing in this class” I said, and put the drawing in my pocket.. “No anyway, Lesson one mathematics”. 

A boy raised his hand, “Yes” I grumbled. 

“Well…you see our last school master taught us that, then he vanished, so can we skip math? Just so you don’t vanish?” he asked. 

“No” I said.  “And I reassure you, I am not going to vanish, or get chased by this Headless horse thing”. 

“It’s the headless horse man!” said the whole class in chorus. 

“Yes…that thing, now anyway what is 4 + 4?”…

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After the school day was over and it was time for my pupils to go home… I was packing up my things when there was a sudden knock on the door. I nearly dropped the book on my foot that I was putting into my bag. Instead I quickly put it on the desk, and ran and almost stumbled towards the door. I was greeted by the farmer and Isabella, a girl who had been in my class. 

“H-hello” was all I managed to say. 

“Hello to you, too. Are you Mr. Robertson? Because my wife was wondering if you would like to stay at our house…until you get a house in Sleepy Hollow.”  said the farmer, he looked somewhat sad when he said “house in Sleepy Hollow” I wondered why… 

“Yes…I am Mr. Robertson.” I said, still half out of breath… “And I..I would definitely enjoy staying with you…Since…I still…haven’t quite…found a place to stay.”

“Excellent!” said the farmer, his frown turning into a grin… “We have a room that you could sleep in, and a bed, too.”

“Oh” I said, “Thank you, I will need to pack my books thou—“ 

“But on the other hand, I don’t know if you would want to stay in the room, for it might be haunted by one of the school masters.” The farmer went on… “And—“ 

“I understand…it might be haunted…” I groaned, It was nice of the farmer to ask me to stay with him in his house…but I didn’t want him to go on and on about a ghost that could possibly be haunting the room I was going to be staying in. 

“And thank you, sir, for letting me stay with you.” Then I politely shut the door and began packing my things. When I was done, there was another loud knock on the door. I answered and it was the farmer again. 

“Are you coming?” he asked. 

“Yes I am…I just packed all of my books and I will need to lock the door.“ 

I walked out of the school house, and lifted the keys from my pocket, took the silver one and placed it into the door and locked it… 

“Good…” I mumbled, then turned to the farmer. “I am ready to go.”

We began walking to the farmer's house. It was a breezy night, and as we walked by the trees leaves rustled in the breeze. Isabella (one of my pupils) seemed relaxed about it, even though shadows of trees loomed in the darkness. They seemed to be reaching out almost wanting to touch and grab you by your arm and drag you forever into the darkness. “So…” said the farmer, “Have you heard of the headless horseman—.”

“I have and I don’t believe a word of it,” I said. 

“Oh” said Isabella. “i forgot to tell you father. He doesn’t believe in ghosts.” 

“What? How absurd…How could someone not believe in ghosts…The last person who did why…the headless horseman payed them a visit…” he went on talking about what had happened to past people who had said they diidn’t believe in ghosts… 

“Now anyway” said the farmer, when we had reached a clearing and light shone from between the trees. “We are here.”

I had a feeling that my adventures at Sleepy Hollow were just beginning…. 

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I hope you enjoyed reading this part of the story. 
What do you think will happen next? What do you think of Mr. Robertson? 
Love, 
-Quinley

P.S. I will respond to the comments from my previous posts, soon.  

The Terrible Idea (A short story)

Hi everyone!:)
Today I thought I would post a short story, with the characters from this post .
This story involves elves, hobbits and, well... not well thought out ideas.
This story was actually inspired by a story I found in my writing notebook.
The original story that inspired it was only a few paragraphs long
compared to the one that you are going to read that is a lot longer:

(By the way- this a character development story and not the official story of A Thousand Years)

Tirfendiel paced around the cavern, the sound of his foot-steps was combined with the sound of water falling from the ceiling… 

the only light that could be seen was the one coming from his sword…it glowed a lime green color which made the cave look even more eerie… 

There was a stumble and a sound of something hitting against the stone floor… Tirfendiel turned around and shined the light from his sword where the sound was coming from. 

“Who goes there? Show yourself!” he said, but it came out more like: “W-who are you? S-show Y-yourself!!” 

“It’s just me,” said a filmier voice, a girl with blond hair tied into a loose braid appeared out of the darkness… it was Gletta, what a relief. 

“Where's Mr. Short?” asked Tirfendiel, who was clutching his sword which was still glowing… 

“I don’t know…” said Gletta, then she turned to her head to look at Tirfendiel’s sword.

“Are monsters still around? Why is your sword still glowing?” she asked 

“I don’t know,” said Tirfendiel. “It just happened…after I managed to defeat that troll. And it has been glowing ever since then.” 

“Well…” said Gletta, staring into the vast darkness… she was silent for a moment then she spoke: “What do you think could have happened to Mr. Short?” 

“I don’t know…” said Tirfendiel, feeling that he too was worried, even though he thought Mr. Short had been rather annoying, on the other hand he had begun to like that hobbit, and he didn’t like to think of what could have happened to him, if he hadn’t escaped. 

“But we must try to get out of this cave and then look for him and—“ before Tirfendiel had even finished that thought there was a sound in the darkness.

“What was that?” asked Tirfendiel, feeling the bravery he had before had disappeared. 

“I don’t know” said Gletta, grabbing a arrow from her quiver and putting her bow at a ready. “If any trolls followed us here…that might explain why your sword is still glowing.” 

Gletta walked silently up to where the sound had been, she made sure her foot-steps were as light as possible. She was determined to find out what was there and to figure out why Tirfendiel’s sword was still glowing. There was another thump again in the darkness, and a groan. 

‘What could be out there?’ she thought. She turned her head towards Tirfendiel who was still standing (rather stiffly) in the same place, while clutching his sword which remained glowing. 

“Aren’t you coming!?” whispered Gletta. 

“N-no, I am fine,” he whispered back. “I will just stay here.” 

Gletta sighed, and went on ahead anyway…it didn’t matter if Tirfendiel didn’t want to come she would just go and see what it was. She walked silently in the darkness of the cave. She could hardly see a thing. She wished Tirfendiel could have come with her, but on the other hand she understood why he didn’t want to go, who knew what danger lay ahead? Suddenly there was a thump in the darkness. Gletta turned around, she couldn’t see a thing..and worst of all, if there was something out there, she couldn’t see it. 

“Who are you? Show yourself!” she said, trying to sound brave, even though on the inside she felt terrified. 

“Ow…How am I expected to show myself? You can hardly see your hand in front of your face, here in this darkness” said the voice, it sounded a lot like Mr. Short, but how could it be? She hadn’t seen him when they had to escape from the trolls (It had been one of Tirfendiel’s badly thought out plans that got them stuck in this situation) but on the other hand maybe it was him. 

“Mr. Short, is that you?” she asked, though she wasn’t sure she trusted the speaker of the voice. What if it was a spirit trying to trick her? 

“Yes…” the voice said, there was a sigh of frustration from the darkness. 

“Are you alright?” said Gletta, not quite knowing what to say… 

“I think I lost my best pocket handkerchief,” said the voice. “I must of lost it during the fall.” 

“Umm…” mumbled Gletta, she wasn’t quite sure what to say, she wasn’t interested in pocket handkerchiefs, nor did she own one…she wasn't quite sure why Mr. Short even carried one. 

“How about since we found you…I can take you to where Tirfendiel is waiting.” 

“Alright…” said the voice, and took her hand. 

They both walked back to where Tirfendiel was…he was shaking his sword, as if trying to figure out why it was still glowing. 

He turned around when he saw Mr. Short and Gletta. 

“You found Mr. Short? But I thought—“ began Tirfendiel, but even before he could finish Mr. Short interrupted. 

“I was fine...sort of, I lost my pocket handkerchief…But thankfully the trolls didn’t get me.” 

There was a long akward silence between the questers. Finally, Gletta spoke: 

“Umm…may I ask how do we intend on getting out of here?” 

“I don’t know.” said Tirfendiel. “But maybe if we—“ before Tirfendiel could even finish his thought he was interrupted by Mr. Short and Gletta:

“No!! Please not one of your ideas again!” 

Tirfendiel sighed, “You didn’t even let me finish…And anyway why are so against my ideas?” 

“Well, last time you came up with an idea…it, well, got us all stuck here!” said Gletta.

Tirfendiel sighed… “That can't possibly be true. I always come up with amazing ideas—“ 

“Actually…I remember you suggesting we should use a catapult as a way to see what was faraway—” Mr. Short stated. 

“—As I was saying, my ideas always work out and I never come up with terrible ones!” he said. 

“Except for maybe one time.” 

Mr.Short and Gletta stared at Tirfendiel in a inquisitive way. 

“What!? I remember most of my ideas working” he said. 

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Hope you enjoyed reading the story,

Have you or your characters ever come up with crazy ideas? And have the ideas worked? 

Love, 
-Quinley

When did we get a fox? (a short story)

Hi....
So, today I'm going to share a short story I wrote...which involves half elves, phoenixes, and talking foxes...
 For those who haven't heard of Celtiere you can read about him (Here, here, here, and here)
anyway...on with the story:

Celtiere opened his eyes. What had happened? Where was he? He looked over at his cross-bow, for some reason something was different about it, he didn’t know what? 

It looked slightly different…he tried to reach out to pick it up. When he tried, he saw a…paw!! Celtiere jumped back, a paw? Was that his hand? He couldn’t help but wonder, if something magical had gone wrong that turned him into…something with a paw, or rather paws. He looked over at the cross-bow again, and wondered if it was a good idea to pick it up since there was already an arrow in it that could go off. If he picked it up in the wrong way, and if he didn’t have hands, he probably couldn’t pick it up in the right way… 

“Greetings!” came a voice. Celtiere turned around to see a fox standing right next to him. “Who are you? and What brings you here?” 

Celtiere looked at the fox. Was the fox talking? And he could understand it…alright there must have been something that went wrong, because he couldn’t hear foxes talk yesterday.. “Umm…I’m Celtiere. And I have no idea what has brought me here…but I need to get back” answered Celtiere, wondering how he learned to talk to a fox. 

“Nice to meet you Celtiere. I’m Hugo,” said the fox. He seemed to be inquisitively gazing at Celtiere as if there was something different about him. “Anyway…It’s nice to meet another fox like me.” he said, gazing at Celtiere. 

A fox? That explained the paws, but why a fox? Only yesterday he had been a half elf…and now he was a fox. No, that couldn’t be possible…he had to be dreaming. Yes, it had to be dream. He waited for a sharp pinch from Riona to wake him up…nothing, he waited again, still nothing. Celtiere turned back to Hugo “I’m not a fox,” he said. He didn’t know quite what else to say. 

Hugo looked rather confused. He looked at Celtiere from head to paw. “I’m pretty sure you are a fox” said Hugo. “I don’t know why you're saying you aren’t a fox,” 

“Because I wasn’t. I was a half elf yesterday and I don’t know what happened that caused me to turn into a fox.” said Celtiere, “I’m really truly not a fox.” 

Hugo still seemed slightly confused, “Are you sure you're not imagining those things, about being a half elf?” he said. 

“I’m sure…and this is slightly weird to be able to talk to a fox, but anyway…I need to find my friends they must be out searching for me” he said, then he wondered if he would be able to tell them he was really Celtiere, what if he could only speak fox? What if he didn’t understand them? What if they didn’t understand him?? Well, he needed to find them first before he worried about that. 

“Umm…have you seen a brown haired elf recently, and a red headed girl with freckles?” he asked. Hugo looked rather surprised 

“You're looking for humans—“ he began. 

“Well, they're not technically humans. You see one's an elf, and other one is a phoenix who can turn into a human…but I suppose you could call them humans—“ interrupted Celtiere. 

“Umm…your looking for humans…who like to chase and hunt foxes” said Hugo. “I would not recommend that…” 

“But these humans don’t hunt foxes, so I have no reason to worry” said Celtiere, who didn’t want Hugo start going over the reasons why he shouldn’t go after his friends…

“But “ said Hugo, “Are you mad? We foxes don’t run up to humans or do anything with them.” 

“That’s because I’m not a fox” said Celtiere, who was wondering at the moment if he had gone mad, because he was hearing a fox talk!! “Anyway, I need to go find my friends now!!” before Hugo could reply, Celtiere had ran off through the trees and bushes looking for his friends…Finally, after a long search Celtiere saw his group, they were walking on the narrow path of the woods.

“I wonder where Celtiere could have gone” he heard Riona say… “Well…we can’t go on this quest with out him.” 

Quite right, thought Celtiere. Now all I need to do is get them to notice me…and then I can be a half elf again!  Celtiere wasn’t quite sure whether his plan would work or not, but it was worth a try. He quietly climbed out of the bushes that he was watching the group from, and scampered in front of their path.

“Oh, look a fox!” said Riona, kneeling down to Celtiere’s eye level.

 “I wonder why it ran in front of our path?” said the brown haired elf.

“I’m Celtiere, I got turned into a fox” blurted Celtiere, but to his surprise no one seemed to understand.

“Do you think it’s trying to tell us something?” the elf asked. 

“I don’t know, I don’t speak fox,” said Riona, who happened to know at least three languages which were: Phoenix, Elvish, and English.

“I’m trying to tell you, I’m Celtiere!!” said Celtiere, who was rather annoyed that no one could understand a word he was saying.

“Well…we need to continue searching for Celtiere, who knows were he might be now?” said Riona, standing up and brushing her dress off. 

“I’m right here!” shouted Celtiere, but the group took no notice of him and continued on the path… 

Celtiere sighed and gazed down at the path, would he ever get turned back? 

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Hope you enjoyed the story 

What do you think will happen to Celtiere? Will he stay a fox forever or will he get turned back? 

-Quinley 

P.S I'm doing a "What's happening in this picture" on my doll blog, so feel free to comment with a caption

The Lady of Winter (short story)

Heres a short story I wrote it's called the lady of winter , I thought I would share it with you since it's only  3  more days till December, Can't wait! This is character development story , not the official story about Celetir , Enjoy!:



the floors were made out of ice and had curved beautiful shapes of figures like wolves and fairies and other creatures, and icicles  hung on the ceiling. “I’m glad you came” said a voice, a lady with long blond hair and a long blue dress came she had wings sprouted from her back they looked almost as if they were made out of ice…”My lady” said Celtiere, bowed and kissed her hand , it was as cold as the floor it-self. “if evil continues to spread then our world will soon be destroyed” said Winter…moving across the ice floor…everything about winter was frozen and cold , her whole palace was frozen, Celtiere didn’t know how he would survive it. he hoped that his kingdom’s guardian the phoenix would keep him warm….”But…” said Winter. “We have hope” she said. and a door opened , and a chamber opened, “Fellow me, master Celtiere” she said, her light blue eyes twilighted like ice. Celtiere fellowed behind , the chamber was bitter cold…Celtiere couldn’t even feel his feet anymore, while winter seemed untouched…”I’m surprised that a elf, would come here” she said. “You were the only person who would listen to me” said Celtiere. “Aye..good thing you didn’t go to summer or you would burn to death” said Winter. “Well..freezing is better” mumbled Celtiere…”Did you say something?” asked Winter. “No my lady”. Winter nodded, then opened a door…”Don’t touch anything” said Winter. she walked inside with Celtiere fellowing behind… jewels glimmered on the ceiling , and blue fire spouted out of the floor as they walked…”It’s not normal fire..it won’t keep you warm” said Winter. “It will give you a very cold death” she said. Celtiere nodded he wasn’t sure what to say, they continued walking, then came to a small room, on a pedestal sat a blue-jewel, which winter picked up and handed to Celtiere. “This jewel, has the powers of a cold winter day, and can blind your enemies if you need it too, keep it safe…” she said.

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what do you think Celtiere will do with the ice crystal? 

are you excited for winter? 

A short story

Hi everyone! a few chapters for Tess's story are almost finished. But anyway I wanted to share a short story:


Every year in the hobbit village a sorceress named Ariel would come and visit and tell of her adventures…”Tell us about the elves” said a young red-headed Hobbit. “Of course…I have run into many elves before, lords and ladies, kings , princes, and princesses, but they are all different, you see” Ariel said. “I can tell you the story , about elves” she said. “It was a dark and rainy night the rain was falling hard and I couldn’t see where I was going , I could make out things like mountains , but I still felt very lost….then suddenly a light appeared , it wasn’t a whisp..that would most likely lead me to my death, no…it was a figure carrying a lantern , ‘Are you lost?’ asked the figure, I nodded…’I have been here for days’ I said… ‘And the rain hasn't cleared since’. The figure sighed, ‘a dark power is growing…’ the figure said…’we elves are trying to find out where it’s coming from’..” The young Hobbits gasped, “What was the growing power?” one asked, “what is the growing power?  what happens next? the person is a elf I knew it!” asked the young red-headed hobbit, suddenly “Edward Short!” a voice called, The young hobbit turned around. “What are you doing?” asked the girl, it was his older sister. “Just listening to adventure stories” he said. “Come with me” she said, “Ariel the great , has brought  many of us on adventures” his sister said. “So? what’s wrong with that?” he asked. “Adventures are a waste of time you should know that by now” said his sister, “Well…I don’t think so.” he said. “Elves go on adventures all the time, so why don’t we?” he asked, and walked away “I…I” said his Sister, “I never thought about it”. “But it still would be unsuitable!!” she shouted… 


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I what do you think? I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments.