The Healer – A Short Story


The Healer

Awaiting his fate –
the girl perfects her approach
with a healing touch.
The dragon rises and sighs
a mellowed-out breath of thanks.

©2017 Colleen M. Chesebro

The north wind howled through the brown stalks of dead prairie grasses as the girl trudged through the rough terrain toward the outcropping of rocks that hid the entrance to the cave. Her long red hair glistened in a shimmering red haze under the glare of the moon. She pulled her shroud closer, shivering in the cold.

At the opening to the cave, she paused, looking over her shoulder as if worried she might have been followed. She backed up against the bastion sheltering her body in the darkness of the rock face. Only her quick gasps of frosty breath were visible in the blackness. It had been a brutal winter and spring had refused to warm the earth. Satisfied she was alone, the girl gathered up her long garments and pulled them to the side to make her passage easier as she crawled on her hands and knees into the crevice opening.

A low fire burned in a rock-lined pit in the middle of the cave. Gray smoke curled upwards toward a hole in the rocky ceiling where a shaft of light from the moon filtered into the room. The girl moved on swift feet extending her hands toward the heat. A luminosity from the firelight danced in her amber eyes giving her face a spectral glow.

“You made it back safely, Blood Witch,” said a quavering voice from the darkness.

Evanore Redwood rubbed her hands together and turned toward the sound. She gathered her hair in her hands and tossed the strands over her shoulder away from the flames. “I did. The herbs were difficult to find.”

Slowly, the girl bent to the ground next to the fire and retrieved a twig from a basket of kindling. The fire sizzled at the end of the stick, and Evanore cupped her hand around the flame sheltering it as she walked toward the back of the cave. The tiny flame cast long shadows on the rock walls flickering with each step as she advanced into the darkness. In the dim glow, she spotted half burned beeswax candles lined along a stone ledge which protruded from the rock wall. She lit the candles, and the flames sputtered from each wick as they caught casting a yellow glow around the room.

Dried grasses, leaves, and twigs littered the dirt floor of the cave. A pallet of pine boughs covered the back of the chamber releasing their sharp musky scent into the air. In the corner, a giant, olive green, smooth-skinned serpent lay reclined, propped up against the rock wall. Two spiked horns protruded from the creature’s head, and bony protuberances surrounded his snake-like eyes. Sharp claws extended from each of the four fingers at the end of his hands. Two wings, comprised of thin layers of skin and bone were attached at his back and stretched to the end of his arms while piercing talon like claws protracted from his feet.

The creature’s breath rattled deep in his chest, and small puffs of steam escaped from his flared nostrils. “I was worried about your safety. You’re sure you weren’t followed?”

“No, Dragon. The wind is out of the north tonight. It’s too cold for humans to be outside. They are all clustered in front of their fires, asleep by now.” Evanore dipped a ladle into a bucket of water near the dragon’s bed. She stretched on her toes to extend the water to the creature’s lips. He parted his massive jaws and let the water trickle down his throat. The dragon sputtered and coughed.

“Blood Witch, I thank you for your shelter. Now, prove your healing powers. Can you fix me and cure the fire that rages in my belly?”

Evanore drew back from the dragon’s prone body and placed her hands on her hips. “I was born under the Aries Moon and possess the power to transfer vital energy.” Reaching inside the bodice of her dress, Evanore pulled out a strip of leather. Dangling at the end of the leather strip hung a greenish black stone encased in silver. Undulating currents of crimson moved within the stone as if filled with a lifeblood that flowed inside.

Turning toward the dragon, Evanore walked toward the light. “This is heliotrope, a bloodstone. It is my talisman. I was born a healer and come from a coven of healers. You have no worries. I can heal you from your fate.”

The dragon stared at the bloodstone mesmerized by the sinuous red inclusions that continuously moved within the gem. Finally, tearing his eyes away from the stone, he sized up the girl standing in front of him. “You are too young, Blood Witch. I need skill, not youth to fix the curse placed upon my soul.”

“My gifts contain the strength of spring. I have the abilities to bring about renewal and rebirth. You have nothing to worry about because of my youth.” Evanore smiled and gently touched the dragon’s arm sending shivers into his body.

The dragon’s eyes narrowed. “You look and smell like a human. How do I know if you are a real Blood Witch.”

Evanore peered into the dragon’s eyes. She smiled kindly and lifted the ladle to his lips once more. “Of course I’m human. All witches have a human component. You know that. Besides, I know things about you, Dragon.”

Steam rose in curled mists from the splayed nostrils of the dragon, and he fought to regain control of his breathing. “You know nothing.” A coughing fit stopped the dragon’s words.

Evanore pulled a cloth from the pocket of her dress, and she turned and walked toward a ledge at the other side of the room. Bottles and vials filled with mysterious liquids littered the surface. Studying the contents of various bottles, she selected one whose contents swirled in a dizzying array of colors. The stopper on the vial came off quickly, and Evanore poured the contents onto the cloth. She hurried back to the dragon, whose ragged breathing echoed around the chamber.

“Dragon, breathe this in.” She held the cloth to the dragon’s nostrils, and he inhaled deeply. His breathing improved immediately, and he blinked his snake-like eyes in surprise.

“Thank you.”

Evanore smiled and dangled the bloodstone in front of his eyes. The stone’s crimson striations moved in a constant motion and flashed red slivers of light on the ceiling of the cave. The dragon met her eyes with a stare that signaled his fear.

“Tell me who placed this curse on you, Dragon. The bloodstone demands the truth.”

The dragon tore his eyes from Evanore’s face. His stare concentrated on the red light emanating from the bloodstone. He began to speak in a voice that seemed disjointed from his normal voice.

“My name is Drac. I’ve hunted these hills and dales for deer and elk for centuries before the humans came. The great wizard, Elwyn, placed this curse on me because the fires in my belly produced a hot, poisonous breath. He said I killed too many humans.” The dragon shuddered and coughed.

“Go on, Drac. Tell me everything. I can’t help you if I don’t know the truth.”

“I was an evil sort and killed humans out of spite.” Drac coughed and sputtered as he spat the words out. Drops of blood spattered his chin. “Because of my evil ways, Elwyn used my own poisonous breath against me. It sits inside my belly and rots me from the inside out.”

Satisfied, Evanore snatched the bloodstone from Drac’s line of sight and tucked it inside her bodice. She paused a moment in deep thought. “Your fate has been changed, Drac. Elwyn made it so that you could never return to your original form. I can stop the poisons that live within your soul but only if you decide to fight the evil and turn towards the light.”

“The light? What do you mean exactly?” Drac swiveled his massive head toward Evanore’s voice.

“I will cast a spell on you that will change your true nature. Instead of killing and poisoning humans, you must do something to help them. Once you fulfill these requirements, I can give you an elixir to stop the poison.”

“But, hunting and killing are all I know. I’m too old now to change. Blood Witch, is this the only way?”

“I fear so, Drac. Remember I told you a Blood Witch can change your fate by transferring your vital energy? If you want to live, this is the only way. You need to decide how you will help the humans. It must be your choice.” Evanore smiled reassuringly at the dragon.

She wiped her hands on her dress and grabbed a stone mortar and pestle from the shelf. Colored bottles hovered in the air and with a flick of her wrist poured the contents into the stone vessel. From her pocket, she withdrew a plant that contained three leaves shaped like hearts.

“This is the sacred shamrock, Drac. It will help to bring your soul to the light.” She crumbled the leaves between her fingers and dropped them into the mortar. From a woven basket in a corner, Evanore retrieved a dried up piece of fruit. “This is a crab apple. The fruit is powerful against poisons.” The dragon’s ragged breathing increased as he watched the girl prepare the elixir. She cut the crab apple into small bits and added them to the concoction. She pressed the pestle against the ingredients crushing and stirring until a frothy liquid appeared.

At long last, she stopped stirring the potion and turned to face the dragon. “Drink this, Drac. It will taste terrible but is necessary to your rebirth.”

The dragon opened his jaws as Evanore poured the elixir down his throat. He gagged but kept the foul tasting liquid from coming back up. “Blood Witch, I know I’ve met my fate. Instead of spewing poison and killing everything in sight, I want you to make it so that water flows from my jaws. I will be able to water the crops of the humans and keep forest fires from ravaging the earth. When there is a drought, I can fill their wells with much-needed water.”

“It is a good choice, Drac. I will make it so.” Evanore held out her left hand and began to chant using ancient words from a time before the dragons. A tiny flame appeared in her palm. As the spark grew, the blaze increased in size. Red flames shot from her hand into the air in an arc toward the dragon’s body, aimed for his heart. A whirlwind of fire, hot and blazing, consumed the dragon’s body. The stench of death filled the air.

A great rumbling of thunder echoed inside the cave. Evanore ran to the exit and crawled outside into the cold dawn. Dark clouds gathered in the sky overhead, and a light rain began to fall. A large cloud drifted close to the ground, and in a booming voice, the dragon once known as Drac spoke.

“I am the storm. My wings beat the air and create thunder, and my tears of remorse fall like rain. ”

Evanore smiled. The first spring thunderstorm of the year rumbled the ground beneath her feet. Spring had finally arrived.

This story was inspired by this post. It’s amazing where you can find writing inspiration. ❤

Fairies and Fairy Orbs

“In the Beauty of the World lies the ultimate redemption of our mortality. When we shall become at one with nature in a sense profounder even than the poetic imaginings of most of us, we shall understand what now we fail to discern.” – FIONA MACLEOD.

Do you believe in fairies, or have you ever seen one?

I am convinced that ever since my encounter with a swamp fairy in Florida (you can read about that here) my fairy vision has increased. I have heard it said that once you see a fairy, your belief in them intensifies, and now, I can say I concur.

I see fairies, or maybe I should say I feel and hear them through my heart, and not always with my eyes. It is a feeling – belonging to a sacred and ancient energy or psychic vibration. I consider this ability to be a gift from nature itself. It is through my dreams I feel their presence the most. The fae responds to those of us who can feel the vibrations of nature.

Yesterday, I bought a solar powered fairy for my garden. I set the small statue in the sun to charge up the battery. I waited until it was dark and placed the statue on my pub table. Once I turned on the switch the fairy globe sparkled with an iridescent intensity. I stood, mesmerized by the beauty of the lights as they flashed on the ceiling. I decided to take a small video to share with my granddaughter.

You can imagine my surprise when a fairy orb appeared as I was filming. In the video, you will see a tiny green dot that hovers over the fairy and then disappears, only to reappear again at the end. I am not kidding you when I tell you that the fairies are always near to me. My life and writing have been enriched by their presence.

The fairy orbs I see are usually green in color. I figure the orbs are fairy auras. I see them because I have unlocked my heart to the presence of magic. My senses and telepathy are at work here. Depending on how open you are to the possibilities of seeing fairies, you will see them if you open your heart. Here is a fantastic article about fairy circles or orbs and digital photography.

Many folks believe the orbs are spirits of deceased relatives. I would never discount that phenomenon. We must consider that just because the scientific community hasn’t proven the experience, doesn’t mean the experience is not real. I am open to all possibilities. All I know is that I felt peaceful and happy after the orb appeared.

Now, watch my video again. The fairy orb moves and hovers over the statue. If the orb was a piece of dust caught in the lens of the camera, it would drift in the air currents in the room. Yet, my orb appears and disappears always coming closer to the fairy statue…

Fairy lore has been with us since the beginning of time. Of great interest to me is how the belief in the fairies seems to resurge during times of cultural and environmental upheaval. Fairies, like humans, are bound to nature. I have a theory that the fairies or little people appear to humans to emphasize that we must protect sacred areas of the earth. At least that is my interpretation. You will have to make your own assumptions.

As I write this post, the President of the United States is signing an executive order dismantling climate change legislation from the previous administration. Coincidence? I think not. The fairies know that we humans are affecting changes in the environment that we might not be able to reverse in the future.

The tiny, green orb is present near the plant in this picture at the right of the fairy’s wings.

There are many different types of fairies, and I have also been visited by the púca. My swamp fairy sighting was that of a puca. These are the fairy shapeshifters from Celtic folklore. They appear to me initially in the form of a bird and then transform into their natural fairy appearance of a tiny figure clothed in leaves and twigs. They always resemble the natural flora and fauna of where I have seen them.

This video shares my belief that birds and fairies are connected:

The idea of mummified remains and the fairy skeleton’s similarity to birds never entered my mind. However, if the artifacts are real, that would explain how they fly. It also makes sense that fairies exist in our realm.

Now that you’ve seen the evidence… what do you think?


Edgar Cayce and The Fairies


The beginning of the fairy world started with the Moirai, or the Fates, directly related to Greek Mythology. There were three fates: Clotho, the spinner; Lachesis, the allotter, and Atropos, the unturnable. The fates controlled life for every human from birth to death.

Here is a great discussion of Edgar Cayce’s beliefs in fairies, angels, and other unseen forces. I love the section that talks about the elementals, as quoted below:

“The following is his archetypal being for each of the four elements:[4]

Do you want to know the difference between fairies and angels? Angels come from heaven, not nature, like the fairies. ❤

Watch the video and let me know what you think.

I believe

How Much Viking Lore Is True?

A great article about one of my favorite myths: The Vikings and Norse Gods. ❤

Archaeologists have confirmed key details in Norse oral histories (but not the dragons, elves, and trolls).

Source: How Much Viking Lore Is True?

Irish Mythology | Friday 13th… Unlucky for Some?

Excellent information about Friday the 13th! Are you scared yet?


moon The moon is associated with the divine femine as the feminine cycles were linked to the phases of the moon. In Ireland, Aine was Goddess of love, growth, cattle and light. Her name means “bright” as she lights up the dark

There is a deep-rooted fear in many cultures that Friday 13th is a very unlucky day, yet no one knows where this superstition has come from, or why it is so widespread.

It is certainly true that some pretty rotten things have happened in the past on this day, which have earned it such a terrible reputation. For example, on Friday 13th October 1307, hundreds of Knights Templar were rounded up and put to death in France.

In the Bible, Judas was the thirteenth person present at the Last Supper. Jesus was crucified the very next day, which was a Friday.

In numerology, the number 12 is considered to…

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The Faery Godmother

Excellent advice! Worth a read! ❤

Archangel Oracle ~ Divine Guidance

The Faery Godmother, from The Faeries' Oracle, by Brian Froud and Jessica MacBeth The Faery Godmother, from The Faeries’ Oracle, by Brian Froud and Jessica MacBeth

Daily Angel Oracle Card: The Faery Godmother, from The Faeries’ Oracle, by Brian Froud and Jessica MacBeth

The Faery Godmother: “Gifts, Talents, Grace, Helpful Lessons”

“One morning recently, I was having breakfast at the local cafe and my favorite waitress, Peggy, stopped by my table and asked what I was working on. I showed her my scribbled in copy of Good Faeries/Bad Faeries and explained that I was “choosing” the cards for an oracle deck. (Of course, the faeries were choosing them, but didn’t necessarily want to explain that to the whole cafe.) Peggy had been having a bad morning with difficult customers, and she had reached the stress point where she was dropping and spilling things, which only made matters worse. I encouraged her to pause for a bit, since the cafe wasn’t really busy, and…

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Ruminations of a Remembrancer: The Valley of the White Bear: No. 5 in my New Series of Mythmaker Posts

I have been reading about Lorinda Taylor’s Mythmaker Series. This is an amazing author and you will want to check out her blog even if it is on Blogger. You can follow her by subscribing to her newsletter which is found on her blog. ❤

Source: Ruminations of a Remembrancer: The Valley of the White Bear: No. 5 in my New Series of Mythmaker Posts

Samhain, Fairies, and Symbolism in Your Writing

With the Samhain (Halloween) celebration just around the corner, I wanted to gaze back into the past to see how this ancient festival evolved and became the holiday we celebrate today. Besides, if you write fairy fantasy, you’ll want to incorporate some of the ancient myths and other such symbolism into your work. It is important to make a connection to our ancient past and long held beliefs. It gives your work a realistic touch.

Samhain (pronounced: “sowin”) is from the Gaelic for “Sam,” which meant “summer,” and “fuin,” which meant “end,” giving us the definition of “summer’s end.” also shares the fact that the Irish separated the year into two halves to represent the seasons. Summer occurred from May 1st – November 1st, while Winter was from November 1st – May 1st. Samhain marked the beginning of Winter. Samhain Eve, (Halloween) became the night to celebrate before the first day of winter began.

So what does Samhain have to do with fairies? Plenty. The Irish believed that during the celebration of Samhain Eve, the portals into the Otherworld swung open allowing the fairies and supernatural beings to roam the earth. Now, it is easy to make the connection as to how our Halloween traditions evolved into what they are today. I came to the conclusion that Halloween was invented by the Irish!

Even more interesting is how the Irish interpreted what the fairies were. There was a belief that the fairies were angels who were not good enough to be saved nor bad enough to be lost. also shares: “The ancient Irish Book of Armagh calls them, the gods of the earth.” shares:

“Possessing the power to bewitch or bedevil humans with their illusions, known as glamours, fairies gradually found their way into the myth and folklore of many European cultures.”

“Glamours,” used in the sentence above was a new definition for me, and I had to look it up!

Glamour originally was a term applied to a magical-occult spell that was cast on somebody to make them see something the spell-caster wished them to see when in fact it was not what it seemed to be.”

Even more interesting, was the widely held belief that on Samhain night, when the fairies freely roamed the earth, they grabbed unsuspecting humans and placed them under a permanently enchanted status. This bewitching was said to cause people to go mad, or to die from some strange incurable illness. I couldn’t help but think what a great way that was to explain a medical condition that didn’t have a cure.

The legend also specified that every seven years the fairy beings captured babies or small children which they would then sacrifice to their god.

The number seven is significant in early folklore and Christianity. Seven was creatively used in many myths and fairy stories.

The Seed of Life,

Seven circles intertwine to form the symbol called “The Seed of Life.” The Seed of Life symbolizes the six days of creation. The central circle symbolizes the day of rest.

Seven also represents the seven colors of the rainbow. Isaac Newton classified the seven colors of the rainbow as red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. (ROYGBIV).

My research has played a huge part in the writing of my book, The Heart Stone Chronicles – The Swamp Fairy. I believe that sharing some of the old myths in new ways in our writing gives our story credence, even though it is a fantasy.

The use of symbolism in our writing gives our readers a way to relate to our story by creating a deeper meaning to our words.

WritersHelpingWriters has an excellent article entitled, “Five Important Ways to Use Symbolism in Your Story.” Click the highlighted link to the site above to read the blog post.

So tell me all you fantasy writers out there. How do you incorporate symbolism into your novel writing? Do you look to holiday celebrations for inspiration? Inquiring minds what to know!

 TO SEE YOU ALL. Thanks for stopping by. ❤

Elemental Beings

There are four elements in nature: fire, air, earth, and water. In fact, our ancient astrological signs are based on these four elements.

The three fire signs are Aries, Leo, and Sagittarius. The three air signs are Libra, Aquarius, and Gemini. The three earth signs are Capricorn, Taurus, and Virgo. And lastly, the three water signs are Cancer, Scorpio, and Pisces.

Even ancient humans recognized the power of the elements. Antiquity is filled with the myths and stories of the elementals.

Each element has a spiritual energy attached to it. This spiritual energy, in my humble opinion, is what the fairies are composed of. Many take the form of birds, animals, or even insects for protection from human intervention. They consist of cosmic energy and inhabit a parallel plane of existence. When they do show us their true forms they resemble Gnomes (earth), Salamanders (Fire), Sylphs (Air), and Undines (water).

The gnomes are the nature spirits belonging to the earth. There is a subgroup listed as well. They are Brownies, Dryads, Durdalis, Earth spirits, Elves, Hamadryads, Pans, Pygmies, Sylvestres, and Satyrs.

The Salamanders are the ancient beings that are fire. We can’t live without them, as ancient man found out. These are the most powerful of the elementals and ruled by Djinn. They resemble balls of fire or lizard-like creatures almost a foot in length.

The Sylphs are air spirits said to live at the highest peaks of the mountains. They are the rulers of the winds and have a temperamental nature.

The Undines control the waters of the earth. They live within the water atoms and cannot be seen with normal vision. There is a subgroup of Undines which are Limoniades, Mermaids, Naiads, Oceanid, Oreads, Potamides, Sea Maids, and Water Spirits.

The Undines are what I based my Naiad fairy nymphs off of in my debut novel. That is why I portrayed my swamp fairy to be green-skinned; resembling the water of the swamp she inhabits.


Each elemental being is unique to their environment and they mirror that existence on earth. I believe they can understand our human thoughts. However, they are not individualized beings. They belong to a collective consciousness that lives on a separate plane from us. I often describe them as bees belonging to a hive, communicating for the collective good of the particular hive, or clan.

The elementals are not immortal and cannot be destroyed by the four elements because they are etheric and part of the four elements of nature. Nature takes care of their own, although elementals cannot change their element. They can’t start out as a Salamander and switch to an Undine, for example.

It is not surprising then when my research on the elementals revealed that when their time on earth is finished, they are absorbed back into the collective consciousness of the elemental realm. I feel they are reborn or reincarnated when their expertise is called upon to aid humanity once more.

The Elementals answer only to the Devas.

Wikipedia shares:

“A deva (देव Sanskrit and Pāli) in Buddhism is one of many different types of non-human beings who share the godlike characteristics of being more powerful, longer-lived, and, in general, much happier than humans, although the same level of veneration is not paid to them as to Buddha’s.”
is a great place to learn more about the elementals.

Thanks for stopping by to learn about the elementals with me. ❤

Photographer John Rutledge captures images of what appear to be fairies | Daily Mail Online

Check out these amazing photos and video of what may be actual fairies! I believe… DO YOU?  Click the highlighted link below to see for yourself. ❤

John Rutledge, a rapper in the Welsh band also known as ‘GLC’, was walking in a field near Newbridge, Wales – and now claims to have photographic proof fairies exist.

Source: Photographer John Rutledge captures images of what appear to be fairies | Daily Mail Online

PROOF! The 1917 Fairy Photos

In my journey reading through fairy and nymph research for my book, The Heart Stone Chronicles – The Swamp Fairy, I discovered a fascinating story about a couple of young cousins, Elsie Wright (1900-88) and Frances Griffiths (1907-86) who lived in Cottingley, Yorkshire, England. All five photos are from an article on Wikipedia.

In 1917, these two young women shocked the world with photos of fairies they took using their father’s camera. The media were in an uproar over the photos and at the time, spiritualist and writer, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle even used them to illustrate an article he wrote about fairies. It had to be true if the author of Sherlock Holmes believed it, right?

Public reaction to the photos was always mixed. Some people believed the photos were real while others thought they were faked. At the beginning of the 1980’s both Elsie and Frances admitted they had faked the photos. However, Frances said that the fifth and final photograph was the real deal.

Here are the five photos. I found it interesting that if the girls did fake the images they were excellent artists. One article I read said the girls used hat pins to balance the cutouts in their photos so they would not topple over.

The first of the five photographs, taken by Elsie Wright in 1917, shows Frances Griffiths with the alleged fairies.

The second of the five photographs, showing Elsie with a winged gnome.

Frances and the Leaping Fairy, the third photograph.

The fourth photograph, Fairy Offering Posy of Harebells to Elsie.

Fairies and Their Sun-Bath, the fifth and last photograph of the Cottingley Fairies

The key to discovering that the first four images are not real can be found in the first photograph. In the left-hand corner is a waterfall. The photos were taken with a camera that did not have high speeds like they do today. It took about 10 seconds to snap that photograph. That is why the waterfall is blurred. If you apply the same logic to the fairies then, we should not be able to see their wings as they would be beating rapidly. Their wings should be blurred.

The fifth photograph is the one that seems authentic to me. The fairy figures have a mystical almost transparent look to them. The tiny flowers in the image seem to be in scale in relation to the fairy figures. The irony of the whole situation is that the girls faked the first four photos and then possibly stumbled upon the real thing by accident. Who would believe them?

You must remember that in the 1920’s photographs were still a relatively new advancement in culture. People believed what they saw in photos. By the 1980’s people became much more questioning and cynical. Here is a video where Frances’ daughter appeared on the BBC’s Antiques Road Show. This is a keen look into the dynamics of the photos.

I think that is why fairy lore beckons to us. We all want so badly to believe in the magic and wonder as seen through the eyes of a child again. The fairy tale takes us on a journey to “happily ever after,” a place that does not exist for many people in real life. The battle of good vs. evil, with good triumphing, in the end, makes us feel hope that our circumstances are only temporary. Hope is a powerful mechanism in believing in positive outcomes in our lives. Hope allows us to keep moving forward in life.

Always remember. Magic appears when you least expect it!

I believe in fairies, do you?



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Dragons, aliens, bugs? Scientists may have solved the mystery of the desert’s ‘fairy circles’

The formation of fairy circles continues to confound scientists… now they “think” they have an answer. ❤

The same scientific principle that causes zebra stripes and market economies may be behind these enigmatic circles in the desert sand.

Source: Dragons, aliens, bugs? Scientists may have solved the mystery of the desert’s ‘fairy circles’

FairySource | Your Source for All Things Faery

In case you see fairies like I do, just know you are not alone… ❤

Your Source for All Things Faery

Source: FairySource | Your Source for All Things Faery

The LUCKY 777 Writing Challenge

Silver wins big with the 777 Writing Challenge!

I have been tagged by Michelle Rene, of Book Cover Design and Illustration by Michelle Rene to participate in the 777 Writing Challenge. If you are looking for a book cover design or an illustrator for your book, you will want to check out her blog!

The rules of the 777 Writing Challenge are as follows:

‘The 777 challenge requires you go to Page 7 of your work-in-progress, scroll down to Line 7 and share the next 7 sentences in a blog post. Once you have done this, you can tag 7 other bloggers to do the same with their work-in-progress.

Without further ado… here is a portion of my WIP book – “The Swamp Fairy,” per the rules:

… Abby stood there, her mouth agape, with a silly grin plastered on her face. She was dumbfounded. There were fairies living in the swamp, wondered Abby? Pictures flashed rapidly into her mind, of the road she walked each morning to catch the school bus. She could see the swamp, split in two by Lillian Road, all wild and natural, filling both sides of the road with bushes and trees hanging with vines.

Savanna Brooks is my best friend, Abby reasoned quickly in her thoughts. Her father was a building contractor, and he was building a new housing area right where the swamp fairy had said. How could the swamp fairy know this, she mused?

I would like to nominate: Ronovan Writes, Lisa Morrow Books, Pearls Before Swine, Teagan’s Books, John W. Howell, Thoughts By Mello-Ello, and last, by not least, Melissa Barker-Simpson.

Thanks to all my nominees! I can’t wait to read what you are going to write!

Thanks for stopping by! I can’t wait until I see you all again!