Posts Tagged ‘magic’

The Big Secret

Posted by melissa kandel on February 11, 2017 in Fiction | 1 Comment

Rat-a-tat-tat went longish nails on old wood. She sat at the time-abandoned Rathskeller Pub, waiting. Three tall jack-and-cokes into her Sunday afternoon, the strange man finally arrived, a wiry figure dappled in late-day shadows. The man looked almost wizardly with a long, white beard and smooth, white hair woven into a single braid that reached […]

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A Morning With Mr. Moonshine

Posted by melissa kandel on December 21, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, Fiction | No Comments

It was early morning in early fall. The world was dark, as it tended to be on autumn days such as this, newly unfolded and still smudgy from whatever was left of the night. A hum, low but gentle, rumbled not far behind Peter Luck, who was speedily making his way down a brick-paved road […]

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Sincerely And With Feeling

Posted by melissa kandel on December 16, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, Fiction, nature | No Comments

As the black crow flies, so too does the luck of anyone brazen enough to steal from the Painted Desert for the sake of a vainglorious because I can. Such a creature of inordinate vanity cannot, by the laws of moonlight and the writs of sunshine, remain unpunished for very long.

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The Tale of Astrid The Beautiful

Posted by melissa kandel on December 15, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, creativity, Fiction | No Comments

Somewhere in the untamed French countryside near Versailles, on the border of all that was good and evil, once sat a small patch of wild lavender, and just beyond, a smaller spring. An accidental journey brought Astrid to this spring, its water tumbling like wet poetry across flowering earth.

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A Saturday Story: The Big Secret

Posted by melissa kandel on December 10, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, creativity, Fiction | No Comments

Rat-a-tat-tat went longish nails on old wood. She sat at the time-abandoned Rathskeller Pub, waiting. Three tall jack-and-cokes into her Sunday afternoon, the strange man finally arrived, a wiry figure dappled in late-day shadows. The man looked almost wizardly with a long, white beard and smooth, white hair woven into a single braid that reached […]

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J.K. Rowling on Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Posted by melissa kandel on June 25, 2016 in Fiction, Film | 1 Comment

Is there any limit to the bounds of J.K. Rowling’s imagination? As prolific as she is creative, Rowling conjures up her first big-studio foray into screenwriting with Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (in theaters Nov. 18), and if the movie’s latest teaser trailer is any indication, she’s already a script-crafting pro.

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Moonlight Serenade

Posted by melissa kandel on May 14, 2016 in Fiction | 2 Comments

There was no way around it: Luna had lost the moon. The revelation was quick but biting and it happened last night around dusk. She had been sitting with her cat, Marama, on the hill overlooking a town fading to pale, evening blue and there assumed her usual moon-watching position: Luna tucked her legs behind […]

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The Blue Stones of Lisbon

Posted by melissa kandel on November 5, 2015 in Fiction | No Comments

By Melissa Marni On a certain street in Lisbon, cobblestones line a narrow, serpentine roadway and when it rains, the stones turn a brilliant shade of dark blue. Somewhere along this street, (exactly where is hard to say), once lived an old, cantankerous woman and her niece, who was described by all accounts to be […]

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Nothing But Mist

Posted by melissa kandel on August 7, 2015 in Fiction | No Comments

The witch called upon the mist to wrap its arms tightly around the beachgoers, providing the shelter she needed to slip unseen along the wharf and onto the princess’ ship. She had, at this very moment, but one thought on her mind: Soon the princess would burn. In all fairness, it wasn’t the princess’ fault. […]

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To The Birds

Posted by melissa kandel on May 3, 2015 in Fiction | 1 Comment

To the birds To the birds An awakening sorrow To the birds To the birds My soul shall borrow Until little remains Save their troubadour song To the birds To the birds Or To me All along. “It’s a fabricated kind of love,” said Lucie Mayweather to no one. She lit a cigarette and tapped […]

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