Tales for Yuletide

it was my dream ever since I posted previously about Hans Christian Anderson’s Little Match Girl, to try to bring that poignant and classic tale to life in a video story form…….

The Stolen Child (a story dedicated to Yeats and Ireland)

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…

Not always here and never all there

    I wonder if I’m missed!! I’ve really fallen by the wayside in blogging. I admit to using Flickr on and off as it has been a lot easier to post and poof. Here I must be more thoughtful and with my previous bout with depression (SAD) plus, and then a painful sciatica in…

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…

The Last Witch of Scotland

People often walk by the place where I died. I have no grave, but only a stone to mark the spot where I met my fate. It still stands at the foot of someone’s private garden. There is no name on it, just a date, and I might add, an erroneous one. I did not…

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…

Monochrome Madness 4-2- Movement

Visit Leanne Cole’s Monochrome Madness Gallery (May 3)~ My submission is The Windy Wicklow Way In the Wicklow Mountains at Glendalough there is the site of an ancient monastery founded by St. Kevin in the sixth century.  Around 1042 Norsemen used the timber in Glendalough to build the second largest Viking Long Ship (Havhingsten fra Glendalough). _____________________________________________________________ and…

The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen

Christmas Pachelbel- Trans Siberian Orchestra ….and a winter’s tale by Danish author, Hans Christian Andersen (1805- 1875) We think of Andersen as a children’s writer but he wrote many of his tales in the “Grimm” style; adult fairy tales that reflect cultural mores. His stories include The Little Mermaid, The Snow Queen ( upon which Disney’s…

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…