The Evergreen Fairy


Always dressed in forest green

A crown of winter berries upon her head

Around her neck ice pearls shimmer

Through raven hair weaves silver thread

This was written for Day 3 of “The 12 Days of Winter” writing challenge.  See this page here for more details and a list of prompts.

The Last Prophecy

Lady Luna

We sat in a circle, with the darkness all about us.  Not even the spirit fire was aflame.  There was nothing; no sound punctuated the silence, not even the stars dared pierce the night.

The silence went on.  Anticipation of what was to come rose and then faded as the stillness swallowed it up, turning that into nothing too.

Soon it was disappointment that invaded my heart.  Perhaps the priestesses were right.  Perhaps the Lady of Darkness could not be summoned by men, even if those men were the most capable priests in the land.

We had never attempted to summon her before.  Why should we now?  What had changed?  The people had demanded answers to these questions before we broke with millennia of tradition, but the chief priest had declined to answer.

I myself put the same questions to him prior to this gathering.  I had wanted to know if the cause was great enough, should something go amiss, should we offend the Lady of Darkness.

“Tell me,” I had said, “what could possibly justify this?  What is different now that we must do this?”

The chief priest looked me in the eye and I saw his own fill with tears that began to spill down his cheek.

“I have seen it,” he whispered.  “Everything is different now.  Everything has changed.  The world will be lost if we do not try this.  It is the only way.”

And that could only mean one thing: the greatest calamity ever known.  The Last Prophecy had come into effect and soon the world would be plunged into an eternal darkness.

Unless of course, the Lady of Darkness could be persuaded to intervene.

This was written for Day 2 of “The 12 Days of Winter” writing challenge.  See this page here for more details and a list of prompts.

Silver Frost

winter-magic-1Breath mists in frigid air

Cold hands, warm heart

Wintry kisses melt icy lips

Beneath mistletoe boughs

In silver frost.

This was written for Day 1 of “The 12 Days of Winter” writing challenge.  See this page here for more details and a list of prompts.

The 12 Days of Winter – Writing Challenge

My blogging has been a little erratic over the past few weeks, so I wanted to do something that would get me posting something every day again and this is what I came up with…12-days-of-winter-writing-challenge

Why another writing challenge?

After the fun and success of A Month of Mini Writing Challenges back in September, I thought it might be a nice idea to round off the year with another, smaller writing challenge.  And so, beginning 13th December and ending on Christmas Eve, there will be a daily winter-themed prompt, however, unlike the last challenge, it is up to you what you write and how long it is.  As long as you have fun doing it, what does it matter, right?

To see the list of prompts, check out the challenge page here.