The Stolen Child (a story)

also called A Summer’s End -a short story: Megan looked over the last  of the Black -eyed Susans glowing in the morning sun. It was time to lock up the summer cottage forever, she thought.  Something happened yesterday that had confirmed all her old fears and misgivings about the place. Some years before she had…

Happy Hauntings! The Custodian’s Tale

I wish you all a Happy Halloween or Samhain. I hope you have left an offering at the crossroads and may all saints and all souls be blessed. I managed a little haunting for the occasion ( story)   and then another haunted tale The Custodian ( or Crypt Keeper) Mr. Wharton wearily made his…

A Summer of monochrome and fairy lore

my submission to Leanne Cole’s Monochrome Madness (4-9) this week was this lovely butterfly at one of my hanging baskets. I had no idea that internet connection might be a problem from time to time when you live outside of town!! but that means I actually get to go out more! and when days are…

Ghost Stories of Old Victoria

Old Chinatown.  (In the spirit of Ed Mooney’s wonderful ghost stories and history challenges,  here is a little local history. ) Fort Victoria was one of the last outposts of the British Empire (established by the Hudson’s Bay Fur Trading Company), and as with all frontier towns  had its’ share of colorful characters and lawlessness. At…

The Swan Maiden’s Tale

I have not been inspired much lately but  here is a  swan snippet that popped into my beleaguered brain. The images were taken at Hatley Castle’s lagoon in late summer, and after playing  with textures and Photoshop edits, a fragment of story emerged.This might be a continuation of one of the chapters of  Tales of the Tuatha  where Niamh met…

The Siren’s Bones (Chapter 8)

We have come to the end and again thank you all so much for your following of the tale and for your great responses all the way through. It was a difficult ending for me and a bit of an agony but I had to let it go so here it is! see The Siren’s…

The Siren’s Bones (chapter 7)

(previous chapters one through six are on menu header) Part one The  day after Muireal’s disappearance the bodies of two young men washed up on the shore. A small boat had apparently overturned out on the loch.  A third man had managed to make it to shore.  It had been Alasdair.  The news of this tragedy overshadowed Fiona’s…

The Siren’s Bones (6)

Thanks to all for your patience and support. It looks like there will be another chapter (seven) after all. The story keeps getting more convoluted although so far everyone has assured me it’s readable! Writing a story in serial form has definite challenges.  Though still in need of a few revisions I won’t hold it back for fear of…

The Siren’s Bones (5)

( two chapters in one) Fiona stepped aside, her mind reeling as Duff entered the house. He sat himself down at the table but didn’t touch the food. Instead, he reached into his pockets and began pulling out what looked like pearls, coins and other bits and pieces of flotsam onto the table. “These are…

The Siren’s Bones (4)

  Previous:  Chapter Three If the Captain was ever in doubt as to Muireal’s paternity he never voiced it. In spite of the child’s impairments and odd behaviours  he doted on her as did her two older brothers. There was such a wild sweetness in Muireal’s  demeanour that captivated all their hearts.  Of course she was never sent off to…

The Siren’s Bones (3)

  Fiona’s husband was more often away at sea than he was at home. One night during the season of high winds and gales a stranger came to the door. It was a man with the sodden look of someone washed up on a beach after a ship wreck. His great sea coat was tattered and his hair hung down…

The Siren’s Bones

( for those who like stories- and/or I hope you enjoy the pics that inspired it!) The Siren’s Bones Chapter 2 Fiona, sat down on a log exhausted, her voice hoarse from calling  her daughter’s name.  Where could the girl be? Her eyes narrowed as she saw a storm coming in from the North. She knew…

The Siren’s Bones (1)

Introduction: wherein the little mermaid questions the great shape shifter: “How does one shed their skin and become human?” she asked the great shape-shifter. “The last time I tried to go ashore the dogs howled most frightfully and drove me back into the sea.” “I don’t know how it happens,” he replied.” It’s not a…

Castle Ghosts of Victoria

This was my offering to Ed Mooneys‘ spectacular Spooktacular for Halloween. The castle and grounds are a perfect afternoon haunt. Colwood is an area outside of Victoria and there, in a beautiful setting by the ocean, sits Hatley Castle.  Built by  architect Samuel MacLure for James Dunsmuir, the son of coal baron Robert Dunsmuir,  it lies on 565 acres…