Monday, 21 October 2013

A Seaside Christmas #AMMC

Genre: Fantasy        
Author Name: Rebecca Fyfe    
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Dedication: To my parents, Robert and Margie Martin. I wish I had a magical ability to cross the ocean at a whim and visit you every Christmas. Love you.

A Seaside Christmas

Rose dragged her heavy suitcase from the car to the beach house. Sadness pulled at her thoughts for a moment, but she brushed it aside.  This would be a wonderful Christmas. So what if she was alone this year? 

She’d rented this little house that sat on a beautiful beach and she was determined to enjoy this small vacation. Jack had been all wrong for her anyway. The fact that he’d broken things off with her in a text message instead of facing her in person was proof that he wasn’t the type of man she wanted in her life anyway.

Rose left her luggage just inside the door and stepped back out onto the front porch. She took a deep breath, smelling the salty air. This was just what she needed.

Her mom and her sister had pleaded with her to spend Christmas with them, but she just couldn’t face them right now. 

Jack and Rose had been together for two years. Two days after sending her that final text, Rose had run into Jack Christmas shopping at the local mall. He hadn’t been alone. Rose wondered how much the stunning blonde woman he’d had his arm around had played in their break-up.

Shaking away the unpleasant memory, Rose went back inside to unpack. She noticed right away that the landlady had put up a small Christmas tree in the living room, with tiny sparkling pastel lights and silver and blue ornaments. Now she understood why the landlady had asked her if she celebrated Christmas. Rose smiled at the kind gesture. Despite her mood this year, Christmas was still Rose’s favorite holiday.

Rose poured herself a glass of wine and went to sit on the beach to watch the waves as the sun set. She stayed there until the moon appeared over the horizon before deciding to call it a night.

The next morning was Christmas day, and, even though Rose had chosen to come here and spend Christmas alone this year, she still awakened wishing she’d gone to her mom’s for Christmas. Christmas wasn’t meant to be spent alone. 

 A knock on her door surprised her, but even more surprising was the ruggedly handsome man standing on the other side of her door.

“Uh, hello? May I help you?” Rose tried not to stare too hard at his bare chest. He was lean but well-muscled. His light brown hair reached just above his shoulders, a little longer than she usually liked in a man but somehow suiting this particular man. His attire consisted of nothing more than a pair of swim trunks.

“Come with me.” He held a hand out for her.

Rose knew she should take a step back but instead she found herself reaching for his outstretched hand. His voice was soothing..

He smiled. “I won’t bite.” He pulled on her hand, leading her towards the sea.  His rumbly voice reminded her of the sound of the ocean. She could feel herself calming as he spoke. He gently reached for her hand, his big hand dwarfing her small one.  

Rose felt herself nodding and started walking with him, her hand still in his. As they neared the water, he spoke again.

“Do you believe in magic?”

Rose shook her head.

He reached his other hand out toward the waves that were lapping at the beach. The water, right in front of her eyes, began to rise and twist and shape itself into the shape of a foamy horse galloping along the waves.

Gasping, Rose turned rounded  eyes on him. “How did you do that?”

“Do you believe?” he asked her again, a smile lighting his face.

Rose nodded, unable to find any words.

He faced her again and trailed his hands up and down her arms, sending a trail of tingles up and down them. “And what about destiny?” he asked her, his face suddenly sober, his eyes serious.  “What about soul mates? What about love?” And then he kissed her.

Rose’s first instinct was to pull away, because she hardly knew him and she wasn’t in the habit of kissing complete strangers. But instead, she found herself melting into his kiss. His arms encircled her, pulling her up against his body, and she felt as if her own body was igniting with a slow, pleasurable burn. 

He gently pulled back from the kiss, releasing her from his arm, but he held her hand again. 

“Come with me,” he repeated, gently pulling her towards the water. His voice wrapped around her like a warm cloak, and she couldn’t pull her gaze away from his. She didn’t want to look away, even if she could.
All that mattered was right now, his hand in hers and his voice calling her to him.

She didn’t really even notice that they had entered the water and were waist-deep in the ocean until he started to change. Scales formed along his legs and traveled up almost to his waist. His legs melded together and a long, shiny fin formed at the ends of his joined feet.

Right before her eyes and only taking an instant from start to finish, he had transformed into a merman. His arms encircled her again, pulling her close. He looked into her eyes.

“Tell me you choose love. Tell me you choose me.” There was an urgency to his voice.

His hypnotic pull on her faded, and yet, even without it, she felt drawn to him. Dream or not, Rose wanted to stay in his embrace. It felt as though she belonged there in his arms.

She lifted her hands and cupped his face. “I choose you.”

He leaned in to kiss her, and, as their lips touched, she felt a zap of electricity shoot through her body. When the kiss ended, she had a tail and fins too.

Instead of feeling shocked by her new mermaid tail, Rose felt a sense of rightness, as if she’d been meant for this all along. She knew exactly how to move with her new body.

“Will I ever see my mom and sister again?” she asked him.

“We’ll visit at Christmas.” He reassured her with a tender smile.

He lovingly took her hand in his once more, and, together, they swam out to sea.


Friday, 26 April 2013

A Child's Belief

My little girl  at the beach / photo by Fyfe Photography

Today, I was watching my four year old son jumping off of the bottom few steps of our hallway stairs. He had a look of fierce concentration on his face, and when he landed, he would break out into a huge smile and then go back to the stairs and jump all over again.

I asked him what he was doing, and he answered me, "I'm Batman, and I'm flying!" Then he walked into the living room with me, moved his little stool over to me and said, "Watch!"  And he climbed up on the stool and leaped off it, lifting his legs high and throwing his hands in the air while he was airborne.

"See, Mommy! I flew!"

He beamed at me, proud if his accomplishment and I was reminded of my childhood self, doing the same thing. I had jumped off from my couch, over and over. And every time I lifted into the air, for those few precious seconds before I landed again, I felt like I was flying and I believed that, if I found the right way to jump, I could make myself remain in the air for longer and longer amounts of time. I truly believed, at that young age, that I could fly.

When do we grow too old to believe we can achieve the impossible? As children, we believed that we could do anything and that nothing was impossible, but as we grow older, we start to lose this belief. We lose our belief in the magic of possibilities and we lose our belief in our ability to do amazing things. It's those people who somehow manage to hang on to their childlike belief in the impossible who are able to achieve great things.

Children enjoy trying to achieve the impossible and believing that it can happen; they know that this trying and believing is all part of the fun. We should all hang on to that knowledge.

Wednesday, 28 November 2012

When Did You Stop Believing?

Christmas is nearly here and children are expectantly awaiting their gifts from Santa Claus. Well, the children who still believe in Santa Claus are eagerly awaiting him.  The children who no longer believe are not as excited. They are still looking forward to Christmas, but some of the magic of it has already been lost to them.

I was only six years old when I lost the magic of Christmas. My older brother, a little before Christmas, showed me my mom's stash of Christmas presents; he'd found her hiding place. A little later, on Christmas morning, I found some of those same toys labeled "from Santa Claus" under the tree. I particularly remember one present I had seen amongst her hidden stash, a Princess Leia figurine, which I found in my Christmas stocking that Christmas morning.

Christmas was never the same for me after that. I still enjoyed Christmas, but it has lost its magic.

Now that I am grown and have children of my own, I have tried to keep the magic alive for them as long as possible. And in turn, their joy and excitement for Christmas has brought the magic back to Christmas for me.

I'm a believer again. I believe in Santa, but not as a rotund, jolly, white haired man who brings good little boys and girls presents, but instead as a symbol of the spirit of Christmas. Religion aside, the spirit of Christmas is about doing what we can to make others happy. Seeing the joy in my children's faces on Christmas morning, knowing that they still believe in the magic, is one of the best things in the world.

Watching people all over the world become more generous and willing to lend a helping hand to their neighbors is one of the amazing magical things about Christmas. Even in difficult economic times, people still become more giving during this time of year. And there is magic in that.

The magic of Christmas can be found in different places for different people. I choose to find the magic of Christmas in every child's joyous smile.

Where do you find the magic of Christmas?

Friday, 26 October 2012

"Cobwebs" - flash fiction entry by Robert Fyfe for Spooktoberfest #spooktoberfest

  Jackie @ Bouquet of Books and Dani @ Entertaining Interests wanted to find a way to celebrate the spookiest holiday of the year in style.

And so SPOOKTOBERFEST was born!

Requirements of the story:

Your Flash Fiction piece cannot be any longer than 300 words.
You must use the MANDATORY 5 words listed below…

Post your Flash Fiction piece any day from Friday Oct 26th thru Monday, Oct. 29th.

Your flash fiction piece can be scary, comical, romantic, or whatever you choose, just be creative!

The winners will be posted on HALLOWEEN! That’s right, Wednesday, Oct. 31st. Jackie and Dani will each choose a winner. That’s right – two winners!

PRIZES: A grab bag and candy. The winners will get the biggest bags we can find of their favorite candy along with some spookified items.

With this in mind, my husband, Robert Fyfe, decided to write a quick poem using all of the required words. Here is his entry:


Caught in a cage brown with rust
Cobwebs old and full of dust
I sit and hope my life to keep
Not lost to a ghost to moan and weep
A cackle pierces the frosty air
As a wicked joke witches share
Razor sharp fingernails rip like a lion
And tossed into a cauldron made of iron
Plants that poison and lizards newt
Jack-o-lantern and mandrake root
A soup that holds one ingredient short
Actually not for I am caught

Saturday, 14 April 2012

What Daddy Doesn't Know Won't Hurt Him - contest entry by Robert Fyfe for the OUAT flash fiction contest

My husband doesn't blog often, but he wanted to enter the Once Upon a Time flash fiction contest. The word count limit is 350 words and the theme is Unexpected Fairytales. This is his submission to the contest.

Fairy Kisses

What Daddy Doesn't Know Won't Hurt Him
by Robert Fyfe

Kerrie didn’t really understand why her father would react so badly but she was determined that she would warn the fairies that he was coming to destroy them. All her life she had seen them but until yesterday her father had told her that she was making things up and to stop these fantasies.

She wished she hadn’t lost her temper yesterday, hadn’t been so determined to prove him wrong, but after all it was his fault that her two sisters had gone; he had driven them away to goodness knows where. She had promised the fairies that she wouldn’t tell and they had shared their fairy dust with her. She had gotten so angry when her father had grabbed her, telling her that fantasies and fairytales were just make-believe and she should be real and forget them.
 She had become so upset and had pulled the little bag of dust from her pocket, had sprinkled a pinch of dust over her head and had whispered the magic word; she had risen off the floor about three feet as she had looked into her father’s eyes. So proud, so righteous, so in trouble.
He had grabbed her and threw her in her room telling her not to leave for any reason till he got back. She had heard him in the shed and she knew he was looking for a weapon against her friends.
He hadn’t realised though that the fairy dust was still powerful and she opened her window and flew out of the room and down to the bottom of the garden, his screams for her to return easily heard as he came from the shed and saw her disappear behind the hedge.
The fairies were there waiting, laughing, arms open wide. Kerrie told them to run, told them to hide. But they came to her, held on to her. “You just have to wish it away,” they told her. “Just think about where you would like to go and we will all go with you. After all it is what we did with your sisters.”
348 words

Friday, 17 February 2012

The Faeries' Dance

fairy with dove

The moonlight filtered through the trees to my right as I walked along the well-worn path. I loved walking here at night.  This park was more natural than some of the over-cultivated parks closer to my home, and I preferred it to them. It was quieter her too.  Leaves crunched under my feet and a cool breeze lifted my hair gently. I shivered, but it wasn’t because I was cold. I just had an odd feeling settle in the pit of my stomach, like something wasn’t quite right in the air around me.
That’s when I heard the laughter. It was carried on the breeze and just barely tickled my ear with its gleeful sound. It sounded like children wer eplaying on a distant playground, but I knew it was too late for children to be out. My steps faltered. I suddenly wondered if it was safe to be out alone tonight.
I shrugged off the feeling. Of course it was safe! I’d walked here every night for the past three weeks and nothing had ever happened to cause me any harm. I continued walking. Besides, this was my special place, my place to come and relax. I could always get my mind off my troubles and the work day stress by unwinding with a quiet walk here in the evening.
But the soft laughter continued to tickle my ears and then I saw the lights. There must have been dozens of them, in every color imaginable. They floated in the air towards me and began to swirl around me, making me almost dizzy as I tried to focus on them. The lights grew and expanded and soon I could see shapes taking form within them. In moments, I was surrounded by dozens of dancing men and women. They all had a faint glow about them and wispy glittery wings on their backs.
They were beautiful and graceful and I felt myself pulled with a wild abandon into their dance. I felt like I could dance forever. The dancing was sensual and energetic and I could feel the movements singing through my veins as if I was catching fire from the inside out. I don’t know how long I danced with the ethereal faeries. At some point, I must have passed out from exhaustion, because I woke up in the early morning light, lying on the forest floor. 
I later found out that three days had passed.

Saturday, 24 December 2011

Make Your Own Fairy Magic Gifts

The holiday season is upon us. This year, instead of giving something store-bought to the people you care about, why not make something special to bring a personal touch to your gift-giving? And while you are at it, why not make your gifts extra special by making them fairy magic gifts? Here are just a few ideas for some homemade fairy magic gifts of your own.

Fairy Dust Bottle Wtih Ribbon

Fairy Dust Bottle

- Make small bottles of "fairy dust." You can buy tiny bottles at any craft store, including ones that can be made into keychains or necklaces. Fill the bottle with glitter. Any color of glitter will do. You can layer the "dust" or you can put the cork or lid on the bottle and shake it up. You can leave it like that or you can paint a flower or a butterfly on the outside of the bottle, either with acrylic paints or with glass paint pens. Print the poem that is written below and using a hole puncher leave hole in the bottom of the piece of paper you print the poem to and then add it to a ribbon and tie the ribbon around the outside of the neck of the bottle.

A special little gift
Made just for you,
Filled with sparkle
And fairy magic too!
Whenever you have something
That you want to do,
Just wish on this fairy dust
And your wish just might come true!

- Make a dream jar. Clean out a jar. Any jar from home will do. Paint glue all over the outside jar and then sprinkle different colors of glitter all over the outside. Once it dries, use acrylic paint to paint the words "Dream Jar" onto it. While the words dry, start typing up different "dreams." Each "dream" should be something happy, a remembered fun time with the person you are making the jar for, thoughts you have that are flattering to them, hopes you know they have, anything positive in their life and anything else you can think of that will lift their spirits when they read it. Make as many of these as you can, then cut them out and put them inside the dream jar. Tie a pretty ribbon aorund the neck of the jar. Whomever you give it to can pull a happy thought out of the jar whenever he or she is feeling down to help lift his or her mood.

- Make Fairy dust candle jars. Find some empty small baby food jars. Paint them with glitter. Fill each one with a scented candle and tie a pretty ribbon around the neck of the jar and your gift is complete.

Hope you enjoy making these simple gifts, and I hope the people you give them to enjoy them too!