Faerie Forest

Today is Tale Weaver at MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie.  Our task is to describe a Fairy Land.

The fog in the forest was sad shade of opaque gray. It seemed to try to lift, but its own density was too much. The thick fog made it difficult to breathe, as if a damp towel had been flung at one’s face. And the smell! The smell of Faerie Forest was like no other. There was no fresh, crisp, evergreen scent that one might expect. Instead, the fragrance was one of  stagnate petrichor — likely due to the lack of fresh air. No doubt when a breeze did try to sneak through, it became trapped in the limbs of the superabundance of trees.

Even when a few beams of sunlight penetrated and began to dissipate, the airless aroma lingered.

From the corner of their eyes, the children thought they could see faces on the trees: Angry faces with gnashing, jagged teeth, eyes that were vapid and ominous at the same time. But when they’d turn to look, the faces disappeared.

Every so often, a tiny creature would scamper across their path, but it moved to quickly for the children to get a good look at it. Ashton thought they were chipmunks while his sister Sylvia, decided they were either faerie-folk, elves, or leprechauns.

“You’re such a girl,” Ashton remarked, giving his sister a sideways glance.

“Right you are!”

The further into Faerie Forest they walked, the more narrow their little path became. The trees were so tall and thick that they blocked what little sunshine there was. Thick globs of moss inched its way across the trees and rocks like a plague.

“Ashton?” Sylvia began. “This can’t be right.”

“Yeah, I think Mom & Dad tried to pull a fast one again,” Ashton sighed. “No way is there a Domino’s hot spot around here.”




Susan Marie Shuman/ SusanWritesPrecise



Author: The Abject Muse

Susan Marie Shuman is an author and freelance writer/editor who currently resides in the wilds of Birmingham, AL. She shares her life with four spoiled cats, several friends (not all of them imaginary) one husband and one step-son. When she's not working, Susan enjoys horseback riding, reading, taking her cats for a spin in their pet stroller, and taking naps. An ex-bartender, recovering crash test dummy and all-around late bloomer, Susan graduated from the University of South Alabama in 2004 with a BA in English. She minored in Russian. Long-range goals include visiting Israel, the Czech Republic and Liechtenstein. Susan is also planning to launch a micronation which would be called either Suzannistan or Eastern Suzanorovia.

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