If I had to describe myself, it would be in a word that has many meanings with a complexity which falls off the tongue.
A word made up of many elements, is deceptive in appearance, and creates an illusion from the imagination.
My word would be Phantasmagoric. ~Summer Ross

Friday, April 15, 2011

A-Z: "M blogfest"

Today's "M" post is courtesy of Wendy Tyler Ryan's M blogaversary blogfest


The rules: 50-500 words your interpretation of the dark
These words must be included:

mist(y)
mambo
moon
musk(y)
mongrel
myth
Here is my entry:


Myth hid behind shrubs as she watched Mambo dance in the moon light with the other fey. Their wings shimmered in the misty meadow. The hues from the moon acted as a spotlight for their circular motions. They were graceful and light on their feet. Myth was none of these. Her silver skin glimmered at night and by day, she looked like everyone else. 

“Anybody know where Myth is?” Mongrel asked.

Myth watched him glide from tree to tree searching for her. He was her best friend and she never told him. It happened so fast with the birth of the new moon that she didn’t have time to do anything about the change. Puberty shifted fairy wings, or created new colors on them. For Myth it was different. The change hadn’t yet completed and her new form wouldn’t come until the next full moon. So she hid.

“I haven’t seen her anywhere; you know she has been missing every dance since the change of the night.” Rayn replied hovering beside Mongrel.

Myth fluttered further back, her luminous dark wings caught on the shrub twigs.

“There you are!” Mongrel flew down.

Myth attempted to hide herself but the light from the stars reflected off her silvery skin. Mongrel grabbed her arm and tugged. Myth was pulled out and everyone’s eyes turned to her.

“Why did you do that!” Myth flew back into the shrubs. Tears challenged her eyes. She attempted to fly back home but the twigs caught her again.

 “Let me help you.” Mongrel said.

“I don’t need your help. I just want…” Myth tugged on her wing, “to go home.” She lost against the salty tears. They streamed down her cheeks. Everyone would call her freak and she knew it. She had never seen anyone change this way and they would all gossip.

“Hold on a wink, if you just let me…” Mongrel’s feet landed on the ground and his iridescent wings flattened against his back.

Myth felt a small tug on the bottom of her wing and she was free.

“Don’t go!” Rayn called.

Myth halted and turned to see her friends.

“You’re beautiful…” Mambo’s voice drifted in from behind Rayn.

“I’m not changed yet, I don’t know what’s happening to me.” The tears fell faster. Myth felt arms surround her and she looked up to see Mongrel, Rayn, and Mambo all huddled around her. They were accepting her.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about the change, we like you no matter what you look like.” Mongrel said.
“I know what will make you feel better! Come dance with us.” Mambo smiled.

Myth’s stomach flipped, he asked her to dance with them. Her heart flittered, “Really?”

All three fey pulled her out in the moon’s soft beams. The light reflected off her skin and a surge of musky energy sifted through her wings. Mongrel and Mambo grabbed her hands and they twirled in the starlight.

18 comments:

Name: Luana Krause said...

How about flash: Misty Mambo believed the myth of the mongrel named Musky who flew to the moon.

shelly said...

Very sweet story. :)

Michael Di Gesu said...

Oh, so sweet, Summer. Nice use of the words.

Mara Nash said...

So cute!

Cindy said...

Your stories often leave me wondering... what the heck is up with her wings? What do they look like? ...

Old Kitty said...

Awwwwww this is so sweet!!! Yay!! I really enjoyed reading this - very very sweet! Thank you! take care
x

Ellie said...

Great use of the M words! Loved it!

Ellie Garratt

Heather M. Gardner said...

I love that you used the words for names! Great idea and nicely written.
Thanks for sharing.
HMG

MJ said...

Great imagery! Great job!

Catherine Denton said...

I love the idea of a Myth changing. Very creative! Thanks for your comment on My Blog

Wendy Tyler Ryan said...

So cool you used the words as names. This was a very lovely post, my dear. Very creative.

Thanks for entering the fest!

Siv Maria said...

What a beautifully written story, I just want to hear more. Fae facing puberty, how delightful!

The Golden Eagle said...

What a sweet story! :) Great piece of writing.

Francine Howarth said...

Hi,

Absolutely enchanting! What else can I say: beautiful imagery. ;)

best
F

Marsha A. Moore said...

What a beautiful ugly duckling tale. I really enjoyed reading.

Antimony said...

I loved this!

I have an award for you :)

http://thoughtsmusingsandbrokenpromises.blogspot.com/2011/04/awards.html

A x

Hilary Melton-Butcher said...

Hi Summer .. I thought this was lovely - just such fun .. sad, poignant .. but glorious writing .. cheers and enjoy your weekend .. Hilary

RosieC said...

Great story, Summer. You did a nice job.

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