Rabidbluefaerie
Bio
I'm a 27 year old goth lady who is obsessed with dark fantasy. I've been writing since I was in grade school. I'm a massive fan of all things mythological, fantastical, and magical. I'll be doing prompts from at-home books and challenges.
Stories (5)
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Emerald Faerie (Longer)
I saw her beneath the oak tree. My village is a small one, not rich in anything other than our stories passed from generation to generation. Ever since I was a child my favorite has always been about the spirit of a faerie beneath the oldest, biggest, oak tree in our forest. She was said to have hair the color of emeralds and eyes as big and bottomless as the deepest ocean. Her heart was said to be so compassionate, so lovely, that the worst human ever to have lived couldn’t stand the sight of her. Which, if you’ve heard the story as many times I have, ends in three ways. The human forced her to marry him then had her killed under the tree once he found a more suitable bride. Two, he captured her but she escaped only to be killed by his hunting dogs under the oak. And three, refusing to succumb to his whim or the whims of those who had betrayed her she took her own life but saved her soul with a spell that would connect her to the forest forever more.
By Rabidbluefaerie3 years ago in Fiction
Emerald Faerie
Since I was a child my favorite story been the spirit of a faerie beneath the oldest, biggest, oak tree in our forest. She supposedly had hair the color of emeralds and eyes as bottomless as the deepest ocean. So kind, so lovely, that the most evil of humans could not bear the sight of her. In the end, refusing to succumb to his whim she took her own life but saved her soul that would connect her to the forest forever.
By Rabidbluefaerie3 years ago in Fiction
Gaia
Drip Drip Drop The sound of rain echoes into my ears and down my spine with a sudden chill that has me exhaling small fogs into the air. The crystalized haze dissipates in a single moment and I'm left again to the echoes. The cold remains but without the abruptness it calms me even as goosbumps pop up along my skin. My body responds, but I don't feel my body.
By Rabidbluefaerie3 years ago in Poets
Maybe It's Elves
It's been years. Or maybe months. The four walls by which I live my life hasn't changed in the slightest. I used to adore the black wallpaper with damask details, the abyss-colored carpet that felt like soft fur between my toes, and the ceiling decorated with a black, purple, and blue design of our galaxy just overhead. In the corner was a bed that had once felt like the most comfortable place to my head with dark silk sheets to match, next to it was a small desk made of cherry wood and an exquisite chair as if I would get to writing incredibly important documents any day now.
By Rabidbluefaerie3 years ago in Fiction
