In an old house in Scotland, a kindly grandmother sat her grandchildren down for a story.1
“Have I ever told you children the story of Leslie McDermott?” The old women said in her thick Scottish ascent.2
The two children shook their heads.3
“Are you sure? Well then I better get started!”4
And with a smile the old lady opened the book in her lap...5
Leslie McDermott was a young Scottish girl with fiery red hair and brilliant green eyes. The most beautiful in her town many said. She also had the palest creamiest skin. Many men from lands all over came and asked for Leslie McDermott’s hand in marriage but the strong-headed young girl rejected them all. So the men would leave the town Leslie lived in and never return for their hearts had been broken. 6
Leslie started to avoid the men when they came around, taking refuge in the forest behind her house. It was the perfect place to hide since no one would ever go back there. Claiming it was full of faeries, witches and evil things. But Leslie found comfort in the simple solitude that was the forest and soon started to spend more and more time there. 7
One day when there was an outrageous amount of suitors at Leslie’s house she decided to take a stroll deeper into the forest instead of staying along the outer rim as she always did. The enchantment of the forest entranced Leslie and she walked further than she ever had meant to. Soon it began to get dark and instead of risking getting lost while trying to walk back, she settled in the soft clover under a tree. And presently she fell asleep. 8
The howl of a wolf ripped Leslie from her dreams. She panicked and began to run through the trees and back to her house. But soon poor Leslie became aimlessly lost amongst the trees. She slumped down against a tree trunk, her shoulders shaking with hiccupping sobs. She sobbed for a while until she heard a noise, faint at first but presently growing stronger. It was music so haunting in sound it cut its way through her very soul. Pulling herself up from the brambles and bracken of the forest floor she carefully made her way over to the place where the music was coming from. 9
She peeked through the leaves of the trees and her eyes beheld a clearing, and in the clearing there seemed to be a party going on. Leslie regarded with greedy eyes that there were tables stacked full of food, and there was dancing, and singing, and merriment. And then she saw him. A tall Fay with long fiery hair, just like Leslie’s that glowed in the firelight. And Leslie fell for the first time in her life deeply in love. Leslie could not rip her eyes away from that beautiful Fay, it was almost as if she was enchanted by him. She let her eyes follow him as he walked over to a beautiful faery woman on a chair of gold. Leslie’s Fay bowed deeply and immediately Leslie knew that this must be the queen of the faeries. 10
She saw the queen point to something over in her direction and watched as the Fay walked closer and closer to her hiding spot. She could now clearly see his eyes; they were brown with golden flecks in them. Leslie twisted around to try to see what he was looking for. 11
She turned back around to see his face right near hers. With a smile he asked her why she was hiding. And with a blush Leslie explained how she did not want to intrude on their party, as she had not been invited. The Fay laughed and said that was nonsense and then told her that the Seelie Queen had just invited her to join. He extended his hand and she took it. The Fay helped her up and out of the bushes where she had been hiding. They dance the night away...12
The little girl looked up at her grandmother. “Is that the end?” She asked.13
“Yes darling, that is the end.”14
“But what happens after the party ends?” The other little granddaughter asked.15
“Well Leslie and Fay get married of course!” The old women said with a laugh. “My you children are silly!”16
“What was the Fay’s name grandmother?”17
“The Fay’s? His name was Logan my dears.”18
Both little girls smiled. “That’s a pretty name.” Both there eyes closed as they were carried off to sleep.19
Author notes
I need to edit this some more. The plot is relatively simple and nothing really happens, so it seems like a slightly pointless story to me. I am going to fix this up and add more to it when I find the time.
A contest entry
- Supernatural/Fantasy Romance Contest by Ravette.
190 points, ended September 20, 2006, 8 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
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This was so sweet my friend
keep writing, keep dreaming
Zarok -
"Scotland a kindly" need a comma between Scotland and a
"So the " comma there also (6)
"back she" comma (8)
Okay going to be a bit picky here unless you are making you your own race then you might want to change Fay to Fey.
Very nice character descriptions just a few things. I would not start sentences with but or and.
Well done and a good entry for this contest!
Good luck
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This was a lovely story, I love faeries! The only thing I didn't like about it was the ending; nothing really happened. Well, that's not quite true, but...I don't know, I can't explain it.
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wonderful! i absolutely adore faeries and fantasy and this was just beautiful! it was a lovely short story that had me entraced the whole way through and left me hungry for more...well done i liked this very much indeed!!
thnk you for entering and good luck
polly -
A brilliant piece of work that you have decided to enter and I am glad you did. My younger brother loved this when i read it to him, it is a very good bedtime story with the traditional mix thrown in with it. I liked this a lot.
michael
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Excellent
I loved this piece of writing, I will read this one to my Granddaughter, excellent work! Very talented! -
All that rhymes and love
came from the magic land
it is on allpoetry site
with magic name Pixieland.
~Sonja~ -
Thank you for this nice story
it is a kind of pixieland glory
I teminds me when I was lil girl
reading all stories within twirl.
I wish you trophy and good luck
because it is good rhyme with duck.
~Sonja~ -
Wonderful is my take
of this Pixie cake
made with whimsy baked
consumed for Glory's sake. -
crystaldust 31-01-06 15:56
So fairy stories are not dead! This is a delight from start to finish and thank goodness I'm not too old to enjoy it. Congratulations, Leslie McDermott! I shall remember your name and come looking for more beguiling stories. Good luck in the contest. Joy -
Beautifully Penned!
This is a very beautiful work you penned here dear MoN, you penned this work with such great imagery and such beauty in your words... The story just flowed beautiful. I truly loved this work very much. The only thing I would do to it is separate the paragraphs and that is about it because this story is just perfect in its content. Thank you for sharing with me and for the wonderful gift of your very creative pen. Blessed be dear heart, Nena -
Wow, this was a wonderful write. I loved the imagery and the way that it was written as if it were a children's bed time story. I couldn't help get the feeling that the grandmother might have known more about that story than was was in the book however. Wonderful write. Thank you for entering my contest and I wish you the very best of luck.
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