DREAMS of a CLOUD
Peruse the many random ramblings of a writer-in-training as I build stories and develop my craft.
13 February 2024
In the same moment, both women shifted. Instead of a frail wisp of a girl, Frieda was now a full-bodied, statuesque woman, even a bit taller than Phillip. Lena was still short, roughly around Isaac’s height, but instead of an old lady she now had youthful even elfin features, with dark hair pulled back in a long braid.
Isaac tried to protest, only to discover he couldn’t make any sound. He could breath just fine, but his voice was just…gone.
8 February 2024
Lena herself had transformed into a nervous-looking woman with a hint of buck teeth. She frowned at Frieda for a moment, then huffed and plopped into a chair, arms folded. “Fine. But if they’re here to arrest us after all, I’m turning them both into frogs.”
7 February 2024
“If she is to live, she shouldn’t be tied to an old fool like me. No… no, Galatea is not my wife.” He looked Aphrodite straight in the eye.
“She is my daughter.”
6 February 2024
Phillip, what cruelty is this?
The treasure, though found, is but dross
My eyes now see nothing but bones
And she, for sure, no princess can be
5 February 2024
Everything clicked together. Green and pink dresses, a shack out in the boonies… Even their names. Isaac couldn’t help but smile widely. “Right, I never introduced myself. Prince of Lowenveil at your service; my godmother is queen of Venwald. You might know her as Maleficent.”
3 February 2024
“I wanted to understand how it works. How do you determine people’s fortunes? What kinds of things do you see? How do you interpret that?”
Alne’s smile grew strained. “These secrets come with great dangers, and for those not well-versed in the mystic arts, I doubt it would even be comprehensible.”
1 February 2024
It took another hour or so to reach the shack in the center of the swamp. A rickety old sign teetered at the edge of the island, with the words, “Fortunes and Potions! No Refunds.”
31 January 2024
“That seems like a terrible idea.”
“Worse than leaving me in charge?”
For a long moment, Phillip didn’t reply. “Lowenveil’s doomed, isn’t it?”
Isaac’s grinned widened, while he did his best to ignore the little prick he felt at Phillip’s comment.
30 January 2024
Come one, come all,
And see the blessed babe
Aurora, our light,
Our hope and delight.
29 January 2024
“You were willing to let go of all that long before the princeling ever showed up at your doorstep. You’d already resigned yourself to a short life.” Then the creature smiled far too wide for its face, and with far too many teeth. “No. What I want is far more precious than that. I want your leisure.”
27 January 2024
“Excuse me! Sorry to bother you, but is your name Aurora?”
Rather than reply, Rapunzel pulled her head back and slammed the window shut, before she curled into a ball in a corner of the room. Aurora. That was her real name, right? Which means that boy was probably…
“My brother!?” Rapunzel squeaked.
25 January 2024
“Then… Are you actually expecting to find her?”
That stumps Isaac for a long while. “I… I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.” He paused. “I guess… before I stumbled into those two fairies, I never thought it was possible? And then I was so caught up in it all I never thought about what it might mean.”
24 January 2024 part 2
The old priest backpedaled away. “You, you can’t be serious! You’re the saintess! You’d sacrifice everything for power?”
“I did learn from the best, after all.” Mela turned around and started to walk away. “I should probably thank you for that lesson.”
24 January 2024 part 1
“And why… *oof*. Why would they ever agree to help us?”
Isaac’s eyes narrowed. “They owe my family a debt.”
23 January 2024
Isaac lifted an eyebrow and smirked at his friend. “Didn’t I tell you? There’s been reports of a pair of witches around here. What kind of prince would I be if I let my people suffer such things?”
“No, I get that part.” Phillip grunted as he jerked one foot free. “What I mean is, why are we here?
22 January 2024
Be wary, dear friend,
Though gladly I’ll sell
This mirror brings its own thorns
16 January 2024
It was too late. With a flourish, Mother lifted the sheet from the canvas. At first, she didn’t respond, still as a statue. Then her face distorted, shifting from one face to another. Old, young, thin, pudgy. The rest of her soon followed suit, changing shapes and outfits faster than Rapunzel could process them. Always blue, though. Mother always wore blue.