|THE FAIRY FELLER - STORY 1
A bright, young fairy man walked down the noisy street of a large village. He walked quietly, his hands in his pockets, looking down at the ground. Slung over his left shoulder was an axe -- Medium-sized, sharp and shining in the cold air. He ignored the stares and awed voices put at him, instead repeating the task appointed upon him by the fairy queen, Titania.
You see, the fairy feller was quite famous in this village; actually he was known all around for his amazing lumber work, and for creating beautifully ornate woodworks with his slender hands; he also fixed many things, from kitchen utensils...To well, anything!
Anyway, the task he was assigned to was fairly simple -- To crack a very large hazelnut in half to build a new carriage for Princess Mab, Queen Titania's daughter. He was making his way to the woods, but the throngs of people around him made it difficult. He became somewhat tired and decided to rest at a tavern, to get a drink and chat with some fairy folk for a bit.
"No worries," he thought. "I will get to the woods by night's noon time."
Just as he was about to enter the tavern, a very large, rotund man came bounding towards him.
"Oh, mister feller!" the man said loudly, hopping closer to him. "Mister feller!"
"Oh dear," murmured the feller. It was the obnoxious ostler. He was always bothering him. "What do you want, you fat bucket of -- Oh, hello, mister ostler!" said the feller much too happily.
"Helloooo!" said the ostler, flashing him an overly friendly, almost leering smile. The feller shuddered. "How are you this afternoon?"
"Er, fine, just about to get a drink," answered the feller, more pain sinking into him now. Great, he would now have to have a drink with the fat bloke. "Er...Care to join me, sir?"
"Oh, yes, yes yes, anything with the great, wonderful fairy feller!" cried the ostler, lifting his sausage-like arms into the air.
The feller grimaced and opened the door, letting the ostler in first.
"Try not to kill me now..." thought the feller, as the ostler squeezed in. The feller looked down and noticed something odd about the ostler. Ah, he wasn't wearing any shoes! Why on earth was he not wearing any shoes?
The ostler ordered two pints of ale to be brought, and they sat down on the overstuffed armchairs near the fireplace. Everyone in the tavern hushed and stared as the ostler plopped down, and the feller delicately placed himself into the chair.
"The fairy feller!" someone cried.
"Mister feller, hello!"
The feller turned around and smiled at the fairy folk. He waved to them. They stared stupidly at him and waved back. He laughed and turned to the ostler, who was staring at him adoringly.
"Erm, so, mister ostler," said the feller. "How are your horses?"
"Oh, very fine, very fine!" replied the ostler, rubbing his round middle. "You should come by and see them. My finest horse, Chestnut, yes, is growing very finely. I think he would like you."
"Oh, that's very nice," said the feller, turning to take his pint from the tavern man. "Thank you." He placed a large, silver coin on the tray.
The ostler took his and placed a very small coin on the tray. The ostler wasn't very rich.
"Mister ostler," said the feller, putting his cup down on the table. "May I ask where your shoes went?"
"Oh!" said the ostler, spilling some of his ale. "My only pair...I had to get them fixed today. They're finished, and I still have to pay. I almost got to paying the tailor, but I...Er, ran short." He looked down at his bare feet.
The feller sighed. "Do you need me to help you?"
"That would be nice."
"How do your shoes keep to fit you? Don't your feet grow?"
"Well," said the ostler, shuffling his feet
|It's a good first chapter!|
|Man! I guess you all don't get it.
I'm off to write the second story anyway, as a last attempt.
|i like this, it does have a LOTR feel to it...
I love the trilogy!
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LadyMercury wrote: Man! I guess you all don't get it. I'm off to write the second story anyway, as a last attempt.we don't get what?
|I thought it might have come off as too serious.|
|Just You and Me
|no, i don't think so. are you still going with the character list you made? if so, i'll have to go check that out.|
|Yeah, I'm still following that list, except I changed Brian's character, you'll see it.|
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|Freya is quietly judging you.
|Wow, that's really good, I look forward to reading the next part.|
|THE FAIRY FELLER - STORY 2
The day turned slowly to early evening. The feller wanted a rest, so he asked the tavern man if he could use a room for a few hours.
"Yes, we have a very good room put aside for ye, mister feller," the tavern man said. "Follow me, sir."
The feller told the fairy folk that he would be down later, and that if they had the energy, they all could accompany him to the woods. As he walked up the stairs, the crowd buzzed with excitement.
The feller walked into his spacious room and had a look around. He gently laid his axe on the night table, and examined the rest of the chamber. A soft, comfortable bed, a large window for viewing, two tables, and a lamp filled with the finest oil.
"Does the feller find his room intact and fit to his needs?" asked the tavern man.
"Yes, very much so," replied the feller, turning to face him. "Though I will only be in here for a few hours, it will be the best rest ever."
The tavern man gave him a toothy grin and walked off.
The feller walked to the side of the bed facing the window and took off his shoes. He stretched, while taking off his coat, then placed it on a chair. He had almost taken off his shirt when he heard someone (or several someones) giggle outside his window. He looked up; the giggling stopped. He finally peeled his shirt off and put it near his coat, going on to remove his breeches. A loud ring of giggles erupted, and the feller looked up quickly again. The giggling yet again subsided, save for a few snorts. His brow furrowed, he got up and walked towards the window.
He slowly crept his hand up to the window latch and turned it. He pushed the window out and stuck his head into the clear night air. He looked to his left, to his right, upwards, and downwards. He gasped -- there were quite a number of small bluish female fairies hovering underneath his window. They looked up at him and laughed loudly, the high pitched tones vibrating in the feller's ears. They giggled to each other and flew out and around his head, playfully plucking his hair and occasionally sitting on his shoulders. He brushed them off, but did so with a smile on his face.
"What are you lot doing here? Hm?" asked the feller gently, letting one of the fairies stand on his finger. "Are you girls here with someone?"
But all they did was laugh once again and fly wildly in the air. The feller watched them quietly for a few minutes, until one of the small fairies stopped and kept shouting, "Ee! Ee! Ee! Eeeee!" and pointing at something. The feller looked in the direction she was pointing.
In the air was a young man, as young as the feller himself, flying slowly towards the group. He had a fair complexion, and a laughing smile, the silver-like green clothing he was wearing accentuated his golden blond hair. He stopped at the front of the window, not taking any notice of the feller.
"My, my, it seems my girls have arrived early!" said the young man, he looked around at them all as they surrounded him in a glowing circle. "How are you all tonight?" He lifted his hand out to them, and mainly all of them fitted themselves into his hand. "Lovely!" He cooed to them, and they giggled again. Then one of the fairies wrapped a tiny arm around his thumb and pointed to the feller. The man finally noticed him.
"Oh, oh, hullo!" said the young man. "Are you the feller? As she says?" The little fairy plopped down again, wiggling her fingers at him.
"Yes, I am," he answered, staring at the man with curiosity. "Who are you?"
"Me? I am the dragonfly trumpeter!" the man cried out loudly, extracting a small horn from basically out of nowhere, and giving the horn a small toot. "It's a pleasure to be in the great feller's presence!" He bowed low, and the lot of small fairies watching him copied him and bowed too. The feller mumbled his than
|Is this going to be another Freddie/Roger romance, Lol...
Whilst you are in the mindset for mystical things, or so it seems, perhaps you should write something about the Black Queen/White Queen having a feud and the schism between two kingdoms: white and black?
Or some sort of mess like that lol
|Ee, these chapters are so long, I don't mind this thread being thrown back on the useless pile, I'll revive it again.
Don't you all like those little fairies? They are cute!
|This story is beginning to get mighty silly.
THE FAIRY FELLER - STORY 3
The trumpeter returned to the feller's window two hours before the nut event. He peered into the window, seeing if he was still asleep: He could see nothing. He raised his fist and rapped on the glass rather loudly.
"Get that satyr away from my petticoats!" yelled the feller, awaking from his odd dream. He shook his head and turned to the window, where the knocking continued. "Who's that?"
"It's me, the trumpeter!" said he from outside. The feller squinted at the grandfather clock on the corner.
"You came an hour too early," said the feller back to him, lying down again. "Come back when it is time."
The trumpeter went into a spaz of gasping, tisking, spitting and blinking, all in a repetitive order. "But I think you should get there early! You should see them all out there! All in the streets, you'll never get there on time if we go an hour later!"
The feller slid out of the bed and opened the window; the trumpeter immediately let himself in. "Look!" he said in awe, pushing the feller's head out of the window. The trumpeter was correct, it seemed to be the entire village out tonight.
The feller groaned, and reached for his clothes. "I guess we will have to go." He slipped his shirt on, then his coat, and went around his bed to get his axe. He took some time to look at the trumpeter; he had changed his outift for this occasion, now dressed in silvery-blue.
The feller examined him over again: he noticed that near the trumpeter's privy area, there was a ridiculous looking codpiece, all shining and laced up...The feller looked away and grimaced.
"Oi, wot are you looking at?" said the trumpeter, looking down and moving his head side to side.
"Ergh, nothing," replied the feller, walking towards the door.
"Wait!" cried the trumpeter, reaching out to him. "We are not going that way!"
"Which way then!?" said the feller impatiently.
"We are flying!"
"But I can't fly!"
"Yes, you can't fly, but I can," said the trumpeter rising into the air. "That is why I am carrying you!"
The trumpeter ran over to him and grabbed his arm, bringing him back to the window.
"Come on," he said, pushing the feller. "Sit on the ledge!"
The feller felt quite silly, but he sat anyway. "All right."
"Okay, hold on!" the trumpeter stood behind him, and placed his hands under the feller's arms. The feller accidentally looked up and caught a faceful of the middle of the trumpeter's legs.
"Ergh!" he shouted.
"Wot!?" said the trumpeter again. "Here we go!" He lifted off, steadying himself, gripping the feller in his arms.
"I feel like a fool," mumbled the feller.
"A great fool! Look down!"
Below them, the fairy folk caught the two in the air and were now shouting and clapping.
"Mister trumpeter, you are hurting my sweat glands."
"Woops, sorry," he took a little pressure off of his underarms. His thinking went off for a bit, and almost tore off one of the feller's leg on the side of a roof.
"Watch it, you bugger!"
They continued flying into the night.
|Oh, dear..! Faces getting smashed into crotches and whatnot; I believe this story is developing quite well! :-P
Anyway, I've an idea of my own (the one that has grown in my head about the White Queen/Black Queen since I first listened to Queen ll) That I shared earlier but I think it's time I threw my other rat terd stories aside for now and work out the crap in them over summer break.
childwhoevery1hates wrote: Oh, dear..! Faces getting smashed into crotches and whatnot; I believe this story is developing quite well! :-P Anyway, I've an idea of my own (the one that has grown in my head about the White Queen/Black Queen since I first listened to Queen ll) That I shared earlier but I think it's time I threw my other rat terd stories aside for now and work out the crap in them over summer break.Yeah, you should definitely work on it over break when you have more time. I have spring break starting this friday (YES) and I'm going to see what I can come up with.
|Is anyone else reading this besides childwhoevery1hates (thank you by the way)? I'd like some feedback, thanks.|
|Any time. i enjoy reading literature by other peeps my age.|
|Ha. I knew it. It IS too serious for you all. Except for a few of you.|
|I'm not writing anymore..Because. Revolt!|
|Freya is quietly judging you.
LadyMercury wrote: Is anyone else reading this besides childwhoevery1hates (thank you by the way)? I'd like some feedback, thanks.I'm reading it! It's great, I really like it.
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I feel weird. I feel refined. I stopped believing in spirits. And God. Like I said in my Brian/Roger religion thread. Oh my.
|How I do miss this!|
|That guy who digs energy domes
|Im still waiting for someone to jump out of a plane. Come on, you cannot have a story without someone jumping from a plane.|
|Hey - this is a great story!! Please continue...!!|
|I'm working on the 4th story!|
The Millionaire Waltz wrote: I'm tired.Are you always tired?
|THE FAIRY FELLER - STORY 4
Bewitched oil lamps floated in the sky, to help guide the fairy folk and others to the forest. The trumpeter delighted in these, since each lamp was fueled with a different coloured oil. Soft hues of green, blue, purple, pink, yellow, and orange livened up the night, but with a light touch.
“Pretty colours!” said the trumpeter in awe, moving closer to a blue lamp. “Don’t you agree, mister feller?”
“Yes, very pretty,” grumbled the feller. His arms were aching.
He decided to see what was down below them, seeing what this coloured light could provide for his eyes.
He realized that they were no longer in the village. They were now flying over the beautiful countryside; wooden fences and simple thatched-roof houses. Barns were spotted every so often, and little dots of cows were seen walking around slowly and swatting flies with their tails.
The feller simply adored this plain, quiet location: natural beauty was written all over it.
He sighed. “How I wish I could live here,” he said, still looking down.
“Really?” said the trumpeter, looking down now. “The countryside? I prefer the forest myself.”
“Well, mister trumpeter, not all of us want to live in the forest. Some of us want to live like humans; work all day, eat, and go to sleep.”
“That does not sound like a fun life, mister feller,” replied the trumpeter, adjusting his arms. “Is that what you want?”
“Oh, no,” said he, quickly looking up at the trumpeter. “I just want to live here for a few years, you know? Get away from the village folk.”
“I love the village!” cried the trumpeter. “Why don’t you like it?”
“Too noisy, and the fairy folk are irritating,” he replied. “You’re lucky you live in the forest, so you don’t have to see much of the village. When you do visit, it is like the grandest time of your life!”
“Maybe,” the trumpeter sang, cocking his head from side to side. “But I’m not always there for fun.”
“What are you there for then?”
“Well, the nymphs don’t like venturing out much, so they send me to get things for them. And you aren’t the only one doing tasks for Queen Titania, so there.”
“Oh. So you are a task-doer?”
“Yes, and I deliver messages,” he said, nodding. “Joy! We’re here!” The trumpeter flew down speedily, but not too fast, and set the feller on his feet.
The feller groaned with relief and stretched his arms. A large hedge dotted with coloured lights, the same as the lamps, stood before him.
The trumpeter stood next to him and held his arm.
“There we are,” whispered the trumpeter. “The entrance to the forest! Go, go first!”
“But, but,” said the feller, confused. “Where is it?”
“Right in front of you!” hissed the trumpeter. “Just walk in front of it!”
The feller, still confused, walked over anyway. Before he knew it, the middle of the hedge began spinning, and a large hole appeared.
“Oh!” said the feller, laughing. He climbed through, the trumpeter climbing after.
When the feller stood himself up, he was immediately struck with awe. He spun around wildly twice, just to make sure he was really there. Ahead of him he could see pearl white oak trees, scattered, yet arranged in a neat order, for easy moving around. Two large rectangular lily pools, on each side, formed a grassy path
leading to the trees.
“Somebody pinch me,” breathed the feller. “Ow!” he shouted, turning around.
“Ay, you said to pinch you,” said the trumpeter greasily. He held his hand up and repeated the pincer grasp.
The feller stuck his tongue out at him and made to walk down the path.
“Look! Look!” said the trumpeter. “The water babies have come out to sing for you!”
Indeed he was right. Out of the waters of the lily pools emerged several infantile-looking creatures. They all burst out into infant-like laughter. Then they began gurgling.
“Er,” said the feller, looking slightly revolted. “What are they doing?”
“Warming up! Now, shush, before I shove this in your mouth!”