These are my imaginings, my truths and my fragments.

- I went to the library today

I allowed myself to be consumed by desire. It mattered not that he potentially had a lady. As far as he knew I was ignorant of that detail, if it was indeed fact.
I reveled in his act of consumption as I allowed him a taste. The apple was in Adam’s throat, tangy sweet juice dribbling off that quivering, handsome lip and down his chin. If he had a woman back home she was of no concern to either of us in that moment. He filled me and spilled gratitude in rivulets down my flesh.
It was then the hypnosis came to a halt and reason settled back into my bones. What of the lady? Were the rumors true?
I had doubt of it, my faith in his morals growing stronger. To believe he would commit an act of infidelity was to not believe in him. So long had he been a part of me. I could not doubt him now.

I knew his
mannerisms.
I knew his
smile.
His motions
complimented
my dream of
passion.
I scanned a face that always
hoped
for understanding.
I knew this man
beloved to me.

With that resolution, under the light of the moon began the first round of fireworks, an applause to our act.

A Fairy Tale (Part One) - The Arrival.

A young lady who is called Oaks, but who did not always go by that name, woke one day when she was a child to find that the tooth fairy did not leave her any coin under her pillow. On the contrary, there lay only a shiny silver skeleton key with chipped black paint on parts of it. But the little girl who is now called Oaks did not stomp her foot as another child might. Rather she delighted in the way the sun glinted off of it and she held it in her tiny hand, staring at it with intent and fascination until her mother called her for breakfast. She closed her first around it and went to have her farina with cinnamon sprinkled atop it, and she took the key with her everywhere, collecting other keys but leaving those at home, until she was in the third grade when she told a boy in her class that keys were magic and he laughed at her and told all of their classmates that she was quite foolish enough to believe in magic. 

After this incident, she put the key in her small silver box at home and there it stayed until her twelfth birthday. On this birthday she was meant to go ice skating in the upper city with her family but there was a terrible storm and her mother told her that they should have to go another day when the weather was much easier to bear. Not liking this, but being a passive child indeed, she stalked to her bedroom, locked the door, and watched the storm through the window. It was February, and februarys are always irascible. One day it is almost like spring, and the next, the air fairly splits your jaw in two. 

The child who is now called Oaks became entranced by the swaying branches outside her room and she slipped into a daydream in which she was sitting on one of the branches, right in the middle of the storm. In the daydream, she was friends with the wind, and the wind was making the tree sway so that the girl might have a thrill the way any child would on a tire swing in their backyard. Next in the daydream, lightning struck the tree, cutting the branch and then the wind picked it up with the young girl on it, and took her away into outer space where she tried to count the stars, but did not know what numbers came after the trillions. The branch then landed on a planet called something that cannot be translated into any human language, and she stepped onto the planet, and found a treasure chest on a small hill made of periwinkle sand. She opened the chest and it was empty but for a small silver box quite like the one she had at home. She lifted it out and opened it, and in it lay the silver key with the chipped black paint which she believed as a small child was given to her by a tooth fairy, and which she once believed held magical properties. 

The young girl who is now called Oaks awoke from her daydream at the sound of thunder which reminded her so of a cannon. She went to the silver box and got out the key and sat on her bed, turning it over for a while, and then noticed from the corner of her eye, a large, nasty, fearsome housefly. She chased it around trying to smack it with her slipper and it made her run around three times in an oval shape and then she could no longer see it, but she noticed that her room looked sunny, and she turned around to face the window but her window was not there. She was standing in a garden with a slipper in one hand and the skeleton key in the other. It was a garden full mostly of green plants, trees, purple mushrooms, and white morning glories, but what caught her attention was the white flowers, looking like white couch-sized petunias with red stripes on them. They reminded her of peppermint candies, and upon closer inspection, she saw that the red stripes indented towards the edges of the flowers so that they looked like skewed hearts.
The young girl was not frightened by the sudden change in her location because although she was shy and quiet, she was also imaginative and always longed for adventure like the ones her mother read to her when she was small.

She felt a hand rest on her shoulder, and it was such a delicate touch, she was surprised she felt it at all. It was the hand of a woman -or perhaps a girl, it was quite uncertain as she looked young but nothing like a child-. The woman or girl had pink skin so pale it was almost white and her veins were visible, like they are on flowers. And like flowers, her skin felt unimaginably soft and velvet like, and the young girl who is now called Oaks saw that this delicate woman or girl had tiny silver spreckles on her cheeks and nose and chin, and she had impossibly small ears and impossibly large eyes which were so like a doe’s eyes that the young girl wanted to drown in them and not be saved.
She also had wings that were like a moth’s wings and they were translucent milky white and looked to be attached by tree branches. She introduced herself as Silver, and the young girl was delighted, because silver was her favorite color, and often she tried to get her mother to call her Silver, but her mother would never oblige. 

She nearly told Silver her name, but Silver put her velvety soft finger to the young girl’s lips and told her that she is to be called Oaks, for she knew her from back home and saw her always dwelling by the oak trees in front of the public library. Oaks asked her why she must be called by this new name and Silver replied that true names are to be given out only when they are earned so that someone with bad energy may not follow anyone back to their world and do harm to them. She also told her that anyway, humans do not usually even though their true names, they only know the name their parents thought sounded nice but which hardly ever suited them well at all. She told Oaks that they are in Imagiphantaria and she is her guide here, and was the one who sent her the key so that she could cross over to this world, and she promised to reveal more in due time, but that Oaks should first become acquainted with the area and find a home to rest in and eat in. She said that she had to go now but that she would return shortly, and she promised wherever Oaks went, she would find her when she needed to. 

Oaks did not despair at the abandonment, although she wished she could look at Silver for a bit longer. But when Silver was gone, Oaks moved forward to explore in solitude, which was something she loved to do back home, and only briefly did she think about her bed, and wonder if she could ever get back. 

witchof-water said: What does it mean to be an enchanted?

off-with-the-faeries:

I have two answers for that. One is that it’s a term I came up with to describe myself and people like myself who are dreamers, and get excited by the small things in life, such as hearing wind chimes, or birds chirping, or watching squirrels playing around. People who are able to see the magic in every day life, and who appreciate beautiful things. The second answer is it’s something I like to incorporate into my own made up stories. I like to imagine my own fairy tale world, and I like to pretend that the pictures on this blog are pictures that were taken in that imaginary world (which I call Imagiphantaria) An Enchanted in my fairy world is a human with special magic, who is drawn to dreamy things, but cannot use their magic in the human world because magic doesn’t work well in the human world, with exceptions such as portals to other realms. They have to cross over into Imagiphantaria to use their special magic. I will tell you the story, but first I have to tell you another story, one about tooth faries, so that the part about keys in the Enchanted story will make sense. Here are the stories:

  • There live tiny creatures like men and women, but bearing wings like dragonflies, moths, or even leaves, and flower petals. They are attached by branches stemming from the shoulder blades of these creatures. Creatures called faries. When an Enchanted loses its milk teeth and places it under their pillow, the small faries cross over to our world to replace the milk tooth with a key. Milk teeth of Enchanteds, when ground and emulsified with mouse milk, makes fairy dust potent enough to compete with the pixies. The keys these fae creatures leave behind can be used only by the Enchanted to whom it was gifted, to cross over through ancient doors into Imagiphantaria
  • Some children are drawn to things in a way others do not understand. A child might constantly turn over seashells, leaves, acorns, or pocket watches, looking intently at them as though the object whispers secrets to the child. That is the first sign that the child is magic. They might stack stones or collect feathers. They might fashion dandelion crowns, or build small twig houses. All through the child’s life, they carry sacred magic in their heart. They yearn for uncharted lands, for harmony, and ritual. The lucky ones recall the keys they found under their pillow after losing a tooth, and they fetch it, and find the door. If they are so lucky, they will cross over to a realm where they discover powers unique to them which they could never have used in the human world. These people are called Enchanteds. 

-From my fairy tale themed blog

Didn’t realize my tiny stories would be so nicely received

(Source: hellopoetry.com)