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I’ve taken on Canadian author ’Nathan Burgoine’s monthly flash fiction challenge. The challenge for January was to write a story that was in the fairy tale genre, included the location of a prison and also included a tattoo machine as an object. All this and the story could only be 1,000 words. Here is my entry and I hope you enjoy it!
The story clocks in at 954 words and I had an absolute blast writing it. I can’t wait until next month!
The Storyteller
Once upon a time, in the village of Inglewood Hamlet, there was a woman that was covered in ink.
Mr. Brocade, the owner of the Dog and Puddle Pub, said so. “It was as if someone had covered her skin in lines of ink. They make no rhyme or reason, but there they are. T’was the oddest thing.”
Other villagers had seen her, too. Once, on a hot day, Miss. Velvete had seen the back of the woman’s neck when she had lifted the veil that covered her head so that a breeze could cool her skin. “It was beautiful.” Miss Velvete said. “Looked as if she had been dipped in ink made of the finest jewels.”
The woman heard the whispers and felt them upon her skin. She smiled. If only they knew the power of their words. She itched to get the words on paper. There were so many stories to tell.
Letting herself into what they called home, Kathan called out. “Sophie, are you home?”
Her voice echoed through out the empty cells and clattered against the stone walls and the echoes were joined by the sound of small footsteps running on stone. The prison had stood empty for so long that it seemed silly to pay for housing; what did it matter that they shared their home with the occasional spirit?
Sophie appeared out of a nearby doorway, a smile on her face. Sophie ran to Kathan and threw her arms around Kathan in a big hug.
“Oh, well if I knew I’d receive such a greeting, I would have gone to market sooner.” Kathan said with a smile. She put down her basket of foodstuffs and hugged her daughter back.
“Mama, I wrote a story! Just like you do. Want to see?”
Sophie lifted up the sleeve of her sweater and Kathan saw several words written upon her arm in a childish script. Ruffling her daughter’s hair, Kathan asked “Did you do all those letters by yourself? That’s very good poppet.”
“Now I can make magic like you, Mum!” She gave Kathan a wide smile. “Can we make some magic now? You promised!”
Kathan let out a laugh and hugged her daughter again. “You’re still too young, poppet, but I can show you how its done. Come, lets go see Ms. Maven.”
Sophie let out a loud, happy squeal and ran towards the kitchens and Kathan followed closely behind. She found Sophie chatting animatedly with Ms. Maven who was a lovely pearlescent blue. She floated a few feet off the ground in front of Sophie.
“And Mama’s going to do magic and everything! And I get to see!” Sophie said.
“You don’t say, love. Now you be a good girl while I help out your mama, okay?”
Ms. Maven patted Sophie’s head and it looked as if the wind blew at her hair. Sophie let out a giggle. “Ms. Maven! It tickles when you do that!”
Ms. Maven stuck out her tongue at Sophie and then gave her a soft smile. Floating over to Kathan, she regarded Kathan with concern. “You’re full of words today, dear. People have been telling a lot of stories.
Kathan nodded. “It’s always like that on market days. The food is in the front hall.”
“Never you mind. You come sit at the table and I’ll get everything set up. I’ll put on some lavender tea for afterwards.”
Sitting at table in the kitchen, Kathan watched as Ms. Maven floated up to the highest shelf and took down a small wooden box and placed it in front of Kathan.
Nodding in thanks, Kathan reached into her dress for a fountain tip pen. She opened the box and clipped it inside so that it stood upright. The holder had hinges on either side of it, so that fountain pen could move back and forth.
Next, Kathan placed a pile of paper in a spot at the bottom of the box. There were hinges and pullies there that could pull in pages and push them out. Ms. Maven had designed the box herself and, without it, Kathan could not work her magic.
“Okay, Sophie, are you ready?”
“Yes, Mama!”
Standing, Kathan removed her shawl. Sophie drew in a breath when she saw what waited underneath: everywhere on Kathan’s skin, there were words written in ink. They looped and curved and tilted along her skin, so many words that you couldn’t read them.
“Watch, Sophie.”
Sophie nodded and Kathan placed her hands on the fountain pen. It began to move at once and Sophie watched as words began to fill the pages. As the pages kept filling with more words, so did the words that were on Kathan’s skin disappear. It was as if they were being pulled from her body.
When it was done, and the last page was filled, Kathan looked at her daughter. “Do you understand, dear one?”
“You’re the ink, Mama!”
“Yes, poppet, that’s very good!” She and Ms. Maven looked on happily.
“But why Mama? Why do this? You have thousands of pages of people’s stories.” She looked confused. “Why?”
Kathan took Sophie’s hands in hers. “Because poppet, we must always remember. The land needs stories just as if needs water and sunshine. If we forget where we’ve come from, we cease to be. Only with stories do we remember. Through our stories, we live on inside of the hearts of others. I’m a storyteller. It’s what we do. You will do this, too, one day.”
“But who will read this story, Mama?” Sophie asked. “Who will read your story?”
“I have a feeling there is someone reading this story right now. And they will remember me.”
Or so the story goes…
A new year

is beginning,
its pathway stretching
out before me
like a yellow brick road.
I wonder what
the year will bring
and I contemplate
what will come.
I decide to meditate
on the year ahead
and when I
close my eyes,
I can see clouds
filled with light.
Reaching out,
I pluck one
of the clouds
and hold it
close to my face.
The scent of cinnamon
and oranges, lemons
and juniper blossoms
fills the air
and the cloud
is pulsing softly
with a soft glow,
as if the cloud
holds a small heart.
Inside the cloud,
there is a small clockwork boy
made out of metal.
A key should be there,
sticking from his back,
but it is missing.
I put the metal boy
back inside the cloud
and I begin to look for the key.
I look into more clouds,
each filled with something different:
a silver chain with a pendant shaped like a star,
a small music box that plays a tune I didn’t know,
a post card, but I can’t see where it’s from.
I open my eyes
and find a woman
sitting next to me.
She offers me a serene smile.
“You won’t find what you’re looking for.”
She says softly.
Smiling, she holds
out a hand.
I watch as
a cloud forms
in her palm,
pulsing as if filled by light.
“Think of these clouds as wishes. They show what might be.”
I thought about what she said.
“But then if they are not what is coming, what are they?”
She laid a hand
on one of mine.
“They are wishes, hopes and dreams. It does not do to spend time wondering what will happen. You simply have to live.”
I nodded, feeling
a light grow around me.
“Where is the key for the boy?”
I asked gently.
“Why don’t you know?”
She said.
“It is inside of you. You already process the key. What you do with it is up to you.”
Reaching out,
she touched my chest.
At her touch,
I watched as a the
outline of a key
filled my chest.
Though I knew it was impossible,
I could feel it there,
beating like a heart
inside of me.
“The key is a gift.”
She said, smiling.
“Use it to open what you will, but make sure that it unlocks brings you joy.”
I nodded, taking heed
of her words.
My sight began
to fill with soft, pulsing light,
so much so
that the woman was gone,
enveloped in a cocoon
of sublime brightness.
When I opened my eyes,
I was holding a key
in the palm of my hand.
Happy Holidays!
If there is one thing I love about the Holidays, it’s the chance to sit down with a cup of tea and read the new books that I (hopefully!) get each year.
I thought it would be fun to give you all something to read this Holiday season! So, I’ve made all of my Holiday novellas free for the Holidays!
Here’s a bit about each of them:
The Magic Man
In the town of Inglewood Hamlet, there is a boy named Gustav who can create actual magic. He wanders the village, selling his wears. All he asks for in return are acts of kindness.
On the eve of Yuletide, with nowhere to go, he hides from the cold in an alley. He is alone but for the spirit of his Mama to keep him company.
He is saved by Liam, a man who recognizes Gustav because of the magic he has left behind…
You can read that story here:
https://jamiesonwolf.com/2017/12/23/the-magic-man-a-short-story/
Love and Two Keys
Xander is an outcast at school.
He is often the victim of mockery and bullying. The other kids know that he is not like them, that there is something different about him. Instead of interacting with others, he sits inside and reads his books during his lunch period. While he reads, he is truly alive.
Remy is his only friend in the whole school. There is something different about her, too; but unlike Xander, Remy is out and proud and unafraid. She tells Xander there is no shame in being gay, that being yourself can set you free. Xander is unsure of what to do.
Then two things happen at once. Xander meets a boy named Alex and, when he does, the two keys he wears around his neck start to glow. Soon, Xander is faced with a choice: accept who he is and the chance at love? Or turn away from it all.
Thankfully, it’s Christmas and magic can make anything possible…
You can download Love and Two Keys for free here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/768071
The Greatest Gift
Lincon is living inside of himself.
Having lost his partner Xander three years ago, on December 24th, he is a shell of his former self. His only comfort can be found in a circle of stone where he can hear Xander’s voice. His friend, Dava, tries to get him to engage with life again, telling him that Xander would have wanted him to be happy.
Lincon is content to live out the rest of his life by not living. What he needs is a miracle. That miracle comes in the form of an angel. Those we have loved are closer to us then we could even dream. Having watched his lover drift further inside himself, Xander knows he must do something, but what can he do?
Gabriel is the one that tells him to find someone for Lincon, someone who shines bright. If Xander should find someone, how does he make sure they meet?
Thankfully, miracles do happen at Christmas…
You can download this for free right now!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/687873
The Magic of Stars
Oscar doesn’t believe in magic.
Though he lives in Inglewood Hamlet where magic is an everyday occurrence and his grandmother is the village miracle woman. Oscar still doesn’t believe in magic. Scientific facts are things that are proven, whereas magic has no quantifiable proof.
His whole world changes when one night, at his grandmothers urging, he wishes upon a falling star. “I wish I believed in magic…”
The next day, he meets a girl in the village named Laura. She seems unlike anyone he has ever met before. Even the snow seems to sparkle more around her. Though they have never met before, she seems to know him.
Little does Oscar know that Laura will change his life forever. Sometimes wishes do come true. It is Yuletide after all…
You can download this book for free right now!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/691736
Cleo and the Cats
Shortly before Christmas, Cleo is visited by a cat; it watches her as she sleeps from her bedroom window.
Cleo has the strange sense that the cat is watching her; more that it understands her when she speaks.
Soon, there is not one cat watching her but three.
To learn the secret of the cats, Cleo will have to learn there is still magic in the world.
Download this book for free right now!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/20921
There’s something here for everyone.I hope that all of you and yours have the most wonderful of Holidays. Happy Hanukah, Merry Christmas, Happy Yule, Joyous Festivus. Whatever you celebrate, I hope you’re surrounded by the ones you love.
Jamieson