Sunday, June 2, 2019

Faerie Tales, WEP, Caged Bird

June introduces us to a new Write, Edit, Publish Challenge. I’d like to thank Denise Covey and her team of awesome writers, Laura, Nilanjana and Olga for their combined efforts in running this bloghop. Well done ladies.

The challenge this month is Caged Bird. Tell a story in 1,000 words or less. Post pictures or a poem. Good luck to everyone who is submitting their work. And for other writers reading, it’s not too late to participate.

For my story of Caged Bird, it continues the saga of Primrose. If you haven’t read about Primrose yet, you can read the two stories I’ve already posted below, Stealing Pearls followed by Primrose and Anvil. Or, you can click on Faerie Tales in the pages above and read all three in order. Her story will be completed next month, so be sure to come back.

Caged Bird
Primrose twirled, her faerie wings flapping hard. The ruby and emeralds embedded in her forehead and cheek caught the moonlight that reflected off the human lake. Her giggles floated above her like bubbles in multiple colors. She touched down, tipping her toes in the waters as she danced in the middle of the lake.
            She was safe, at night, in the massive forest. There were human cabins here and there, but none were close. She waited until the humans were all in bed and if anyone was camping, she flew to the opposite side of the lake.
            Her tight curls were in the shape and color of primroses. Her faerie dress tonight was midnight blue. She’d come here by accident the first time. When she flew from the faerie portal, she’d said “trees” and ended in the middle of this huge forest. The trees even dwarfed the humans. Curious, she came every day for two weeks until she found the lake, which she named, ‘Glorious Pond.’ In order to return to it from the portal the lake must have a name.
            Not that it was a pond. No, it was a lake that stretched for leagues.
            She swallowed a few giggles which made her giddy with happiness. Then she noticed movement by the shore. She stopped and hovered mid-air. Whatever it had been was gone. Probably a deer. She’d seen a herd of the beasts earlier and landed on the nose of one of them. It sneezed and she flew up, laughed and touched her wand to its forehead. The deer reared from the ground before crashing back down.
            There was only one drawback to the lake and forest. No one brought their precious items from home. She’d inspected all the cabins. No jewelry boxes, no bracelets, necklaces, earrings or anything else. One cabin had an impressive display of fishing lures, but they didn’t tempt her.
            Something shiny caught her eye in a tree close to the beach where she’d seen the deer. Curiosity floated up her faerie limbs until it reached her nose. She tweaked the tip of her nose and then flew across the waters to the shore.
            The shiny thing seemed to float just under a tree limb. Primrose looked this way and then that. No humans, no deer. A raccoon crept out on the other side of the shore. Somewhere, a terrible stench reached her. It must be a skunk.
            I’m safe. She flew toward the shiny object to discover a metal bird cage. The dome of the cage came down and was secured in a wooden base. Is it iron or copper?
Inside the cage was a bar held up with links to the top. Once, in her travels to this human world, she’d seen a bird cage and she knew that the creatures would perch on the bar. She tapped it to test that the metal wasn’t iron. All faeries hated iron.
The door to the cage lifted up to expose an opening. Primrose flew inside. She stood on the bar, then sat and began to swing. Her laughter pinged against the metal making music. Then a bang. She flew from the bar and turned. The door had slammed shut.
Fear sped along her nerves. She flew to the door and tapped it with her wand. A dull thud told her the horrible news. It was made of iron. She couldn’t get out.
A loud noise caused her to cringe and cover her ears. Voices. “Look.” “We got it.” Two children arrived. A boy and girl.
“Oh, see how pretty she is?” The girl said.
“I’ll feed it to my praying mantis.” The boy grinned.
“Better not.”
The boy took the cage down and handed it to the girl. “What will you tell mom?”
“I’ll hide her.”
“She’ll find it sooner or later, Gretta.”
Gretta slugged her brother in the arm which caused the cage to move with violent force and even turn over. Primrose was thrown around like a pile of seeds. When it was over, one of her wings was torn. The pain made her gasp.
“Be very quiet.” Gretta had her face close to the cage and peered in at her. “Oh, you’re hurt. How do I fix it?”
Primrose stepped as close to the cage bars as possible. “You can’t fix it. Let me go.”
Gretta’s face pinched with a frown and pressed lips and then changed to a grin. “You can talk. What are you?”
“I am faerie. If you don’t let me go, others will come and curse you.” She knew they wouldn’t curse the children or any human, but Primrose herself would be in big trouble.
“What’s a curse?”
“That’s when my kind changes you into a fish.”
The child opened a cabin door. It was dark inside. Her brother led her up the stairs. His flashlight illumined wooden walls, a deer head, a door and a bedroom. Gretta turned on the light as her brother left and shut the door. The bright glare of the overhead fixture blinded Primrose for a moment.
Gretta knelt, and shoved the cage under her bed. “You have to sleep now. Tomorrow we’ll play.”
A moment later, the light off, Primrose heard Gretta climb into bed, cover herself and whisper something against her pillow.
Primrose lay down on the wooden floor of the cage discouraged. Perhaps something would come to her in the morning and she’d free herself.

Word Count 909

Did you like this story? Feedback is always appreciated.
To read other stories submitted for this challenge, go here.


Elephant's Child said...

I do like hearing more of Primrose's story. Ouch on the torn wing, and I hope that Gretta isn't as thoughtless as she appears. Her initial wanting to help gives me hope.

N. R. Williams said...

Thank you, Elephant's Child. Small children tend to think only of themselves. I will post the conclusion next month.


Ornery Owl of Naughty Netherworld Press and Readers Roost said...

Yikes! I hope she is able to escape. The only thing worse than being trapped by a thoughtless child would be being trapped by a willfully cruel adult.

N. R. Williams said...

The final installment of Primroses's story is next month, Real. Come back to learn how it ends. And, thanks for coming by.

Denise Covey said...

A lovely story Nancy. Always a little snag with Primrose. I’m glad she wasn’t fed to the praying mantis. What will Gretta do with her in the morning? Looking forward to seeing the final episode.

Edix said...

Primrose gets into the most interesting problems. Dixie Jarchow

N. R. Williams said...

Thank you, Denise.

Edix, she causes her problems, of course.

Thank you both for coming by.

lissa said...

I just read parts 1-3. anvil with a shape of an anvil for his hair - that's cute. though I really don't like how primrose sweet-talk anvil into fixing the jewelry box - that's a very human thing to do. perhaps her visits to the human world is affecting her?

it's sad that primrose got captured, I hope she gets out of it somehow. maybe a sympathizing human will save her.

have a lovely day.

p.s. it's a bit strange you have no post titles, you can't make direct post links without them. I'm just so used to seeing them on blogs...

Jemi Fraser said...

Poor Primrose - trapped and with a torn wing! Looking forward to the next bit - hope she figures out how to get gree!

N. R. Williams said...

Thanks Iissa and Jemi.
Post titles. I think I forgot. I'll have to mend that.

Roland Clarke said...

I like your story and the descriptions. Sad ending but a glimmer of hope. More promised. Primrose is a learner but innocent as well. Her character works. Good use of the prompt.

Pat Garcia said...


Interesting! Primrose's curiosity got the best of her and she walked into a trap.
The sadness comes in knowing that she is now trapped. It is a cage for her and I wonder how long can she live in that cage.

Very well written.
Shalom aleichem,
Pat G

Olga Godim said...

Poor Primrose to get caught like that. I guess she had never encountered the treacherous humans before. Hope she could get out soon.

Sally said...

Lovely writing. I do hope Primrose recovers from her injury and is able to escape.

Hilary Melton-Butcher said...

Hi Nancy - what a lovely take ... I do hope Primrose gets free - just seems she'll have to do some clever talking or get lucky ... well done - fun - cheers Hilar4y

Toi Thomas said...

I'm so enjoying the Primrose story. She's in quite a bind right now and I can't wait to see how she gets out of it.

Pat Hatt said...

Kids can be cruel without knowing it sometimes. Hopefully she breaks free.

dolorah said...

This is beautiful Nancy. I have missed your fairy tales!

Operation Awesome said...

Oh dear. Children can be so cruel. I hope Primrose manages to escape without being harmed.

Nilanjana Bose said...

Poor Primrose! To me the brother sounds more scary and cruel than Gretta. I hope she can find a way to keep him away from the faery.

I always enjoy your flashes about Primrose - look forward to reading about how she gets free. Great use of the prompt. Thanks for a lovely, magical read.

N. R. Williams said...

Thank you for coming by and all the wonderful comments; Roland, Pat, Olga, Sally, Hilary, Toi, Pat, Donna, Operation and Nila.

Be sure to return in August.


Sally said...

I do like your fairy stories. I hope Primrose recovers from her injury and is able to find her way home.

N. R. Williams said...

Thank you, Sally.

Christopher Scott Author said...

A fantastic, imaginative tale. Well done.

Carrie Ann said...

Oh no, a broken wing! Wonderfully written.

L.G. Keltner said...

I'm glad we get to read more about Primrose, and I enjoyed your take on the prompt. I do hope she finds a way out of that cage!

N. R. Williams said...

Thank you, Christopher. I do love spreading my writer wings.

Thank you, Carrie Ann. We will see what befalls Primrose next month.

Thank you, L.G. come back in August for the finale of Primrose.

I appreciate every ones comment.

Bernadette said...

It will be interesting to see how Primrose gets herself out of this. Nice story.

N. R. Williams said...

Thank you, Bernadette.

J Lenni Dorner said...

Oh no! Poor Primrose! I had a bad feeling when she went into that thing. I thought maybe it would be a lobster trap or something. But oh man, a cage with iron? She obviously didn't check it well enough. And a torn wing? Poor dear!

I look forward to the next part!

N. R. Williams said...

Thanks J. Lenni.

Beth Camp said...

Nice idea to tie several stories about Primrose together, though this story ends without a happy resolution. There's a sharp contrast between the fairy's innocence and the children's plot to catch and keep her. I'm left wondering where their innocence went. And Primrose will get into trouble for getting caged? Definitely makes this reader want to turn the page! Beth

Rebecca M. Douglass said...

Poor Primrose! Curiosity killed the cat? I hope she manages to rescue herself, and maybe teach those kids some things about kindness and compassion.

N. R. Williams said...

Thank you, Beth and Rebecca.
Primrose is as mischievous as you can get. Tune in in July for the conclusion of her story.

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