An insomniac sleepwalker followed a pathogen passion to dissolve in time portal that opened a fairy garden door where if she doesn’t eat the food offered will return in ten years time a day older and wiser.
Yeah. I am about ready to leave this dimension, myself. Too insane around this one anymore. Take me to a portal, any portal, andI will take my chances. Thanks Justin.
Just "a little terrifying". I found this chosen world 40 years ago, and don't want to be teased away. Several good things happened in the last one, but I wouldn't want to go back. Some of the big trees stay, but some don't.
Thanks, Jim. Glad to hear you say that. I love giving details when it comes to settings and characters, but for plots, I strive to include only what is needed. Move the story forward, let the reader's imagination take part. The 50-word stories are good training for that.
Oh this hits close to home. Disappearing into the woods, to sing with the dogs, chatter with the squirrels, and twirrrr with the quail. (twirrrr? gurgle?) Maybe curl up with a cougar or bear.
She met a dryad, who captured her heart and her mind. Those two days were merely to tie up loose ends. You walk by her now on the forest path; she looks like the other trees, but when you find a red heart-shaped leaf in the autumn, she’s telling you she still remembers you.
Wow! Isn't that lovely! Thank you, Jack. This little mystery has been interpreted so many different ways by readers - everything from shacking up with a sociopath to turning into a tree!
She was kidnapped by members of a drug cartel who hooked her on cocain and use her as a mule to smuggle drugs among other things. Don't go into the woods alone!
Ms. Orr!! Of course you can. I will give it a go myself. We both could use a change of scene, no doubt about it. So nice to see you over here at Leaves!
A small cottage, fire lit, a table with four chairs … one was just her size even though the other three varied from teeny tiny to medium to HUGE, but there was no food set in front of the right-sized chair … no worries, she thought, there are these three bowls of porridge to choose from …
An insomniac sleepwalker followed a pathogen passion to dissolve in time portal that opened a fairy garden door where if she doesn’t eat the food offered will return in ten years time a day older and wiser.
Love that we both went the “portal” route!
You are early riser. The birds are in flight.
She discovered a portal to another world and decided it would be best to stay. Who knows…maybe she even fell in love?
What an intriguing story, Sharron!
Let’s one believe in possibilities. They exist in different dimensions.
Yeah. I am about ready to leave this dimension, myself. Too insane around this one anymore. Take me to a portal, any portal, andI will take my chances. Thanks Justin.
Just "a little terrifying". I found this chosen world 40 years ago, and don't want to be teased away. Several good things happened in the last one, but I wouldn't want to go back. Some of the big trees stay, but some don't.
Understood!
Secret lover living in a village on the other side of the big forest that takes 8 days to cross.
Ooo. Intriguing. Alien or earthling?
I’d like to take that walk with her.
A brave, new world, perhaps.
Whatever/whoever it is, I hope it brings her happiness.
Apparently she feels it is worth the risk. Now...is she running away from something or running to something. That is the question.
Excellent job Sharron. Just enough and not too much. - Jim
Thanks, Jim. Glad to hear you say that. I love giving details when it comes to settings and characters, but for plots, I strive to include only what is needed. Move the story forward, let the reader's imagination take part. The 50-word stories are good training for that.
Oh this hits close to home. Disappearing into the woods, to sing with the dogs, chatter with the squirrels, and twirrrr with the quail. (twirrrr? gurgle?) Maybe curl up with a cougar or bear.
HA! Good. Back to nature! Love it.
I'm guessing she found a boyfriend in there. A Unabomber type, perhaps...
Parker! Now that's dark!
Hehe. Well, perhaps I am warped.
Got nothing against warped, Parker. I am from Santa Cruz... weird since 1962
See why I believe in magic? I still hope that one day it happens to me too.!
We get old, if we are lucky, and our dreams and fantasies do not diminish. Thank you, Yael
She met a dryad, who captured her heart and her mind. Those two days were merely to tie up loose ends. You walk by her now on the forest path; she looks like the other trees, but when you find a red heart-shaped leaf in the autumn, she’s telling you she still remembers you.
Wow! Isn't that lovely! Thank you, Jack. This little mystery has been interpreted so many different ways by readers - everything from shacking up with a sociopath to turning into a tree!
Conjures up many possibilities, and all are excellent! Great, Sharron.
She was kidnapped by members of a drug cartel who hooked her on cocain and use her as a mule to smuggle drugs among other things. Don't go into the woods alone!
Holy Moley! What an imagination. Thanks, Ken! I think...🙄
What can I say, Cousin, I live on the border.
Ha ha ha!
Can I join her please?
Ms. Orr!! Of course you can. I will give it a go myself. We both could use a change of scene, no doubt about it. So nice to see you over here at Leaves!
A small cottage, fire lit, a table with four chairs … one was just her size even though the other three varied from teeny tiny to medium to HUGE, but there was no food set in front of the right-sized chair … no worries, she thought, there are these three bowls of porridge to choose from …
Ha ha ha. Perfect, Barrie. She has yet to meet the three little pigs and the big bad wolf...
She is now a gypsy. Find them, she'll be there.
Aha! A traveler's life has called to her. Maybe so, my friend!