Just for a bit of Absolutely Wild! fun, find out by visiting Images.Google.com and searching for: [your name] + the “magical creature” [Note the use of quotation marks to search for the full phrase, not individual words.]
For me, that would look like: Ann the “magical creature”
Above, see a favorite from my search—a gorgeous illustration by Anne Stokes.
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Art and writing by James A. Owen grace the first three pages of our hand-bound leather book.
“Demigod” writing (excerpt)
by Summer Barbaro
As The Ancient Traveler hiked through the forest, he was overwhelmed by what he saw. Enormous pine trees towering over him like downtown skyscrapers. Among the pine trees, were white trunked aspen trees covered in leaves the color of roses. He was enchanted by the sight but then realized the trek through the forest had made him very thirsty.
Not far away, he heard water rushing. Following the sound, he came upon a river cascading into a waterfall. The water was crystal clear teal blue against the red and green of the trees. As he reached for the water, The Ancient Traveler was caught off-guard by two glowing beings.
The one splashing in the water appeared to be a girl with jet-black hair falling to her waist and dressed in pure white. The other, a boy built like an ox, was high on a boulder keeping watch over the girl. His hair was blonde and he looked ready to pounce like a lion if threatened.
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“Marble” object art by Ambrosia Jones, age 20
It was known that the Opus were reaching their ascension. Prophesized by the etchings of creation, the sacred comet foretold their purpose. Carved in the Comet’s surface were the hieroglyphics of past and future. Pressing away moss and grime revealed the birth of a species. Born immortal, they grew together. Nothing short of an eternity to find love, then together they’d float across the dimensional plane.
Their eyes were on each other. The goal was to listen, to receive, to offer. No one dwelled on the carving’s end, and the single figure draped in studded lines.
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Winter Wiles
A Faerie’s Tale
By Ann Narcisian Videan
Eirlys Sparkle-Bright read the scribbles on her page out loud in a low voice.
“Twas’ the night before winter and all through the realm,
not a snowflake had fallen to grace the yon elm.”
The wee Winter Faerie stared down into the brick fireplace, wishing for weather cold enough to warrant a fire. She flicked a strand of white hair from her cheek and tsked.
Faerie Queen Titania looked up from her book, “What is it, Eirlys?”
The Winter Faerie bowed her head as an uncomfortable warmth spread up her neck. She hated blushing. Even the smallest rush of blood to her cheeks always made her think of the Fleet Foxes’ lyrics from “White Winter Hymnal.” “…and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime.”
“I— I am so sorry to interrupt your research, Your Majesty, but I was trying out a verse to explain our lack of snow. I know your work on the topic is much more important.”
The queen inclined her head to one side, and smiled in understanding at her young poetry-loving apprentice.
Eirlys met her queen’s gaze. “You know I’ve done everything I can to make it happen, Your Majesty. I spread the winter faerie dust throughout the land, just as I have done for one hundred years. Yet, it’s mid-December and not a snowflake in sight. The trees have barely lost their leaves. No snow, no ice… not even a frost. What could be going on?”
The Queen’s brow furrowed, and she stared out the open window toward the elm forest and lake beyond.
“Frost.” She stated the word under her breath and gently closed her reference book and laid it aside. Her expression hardened, and she stood up. “This is beyond a fluke of nature. This is a manipulation.”
Following the queen’s train of thought, Eirlys jumped to her feet. Her parchment and quill landed on the cool hearth. “Jack Frost, that blaggard! I think I saw him here in Delfaerune at the end of autumn… with a yeti.”
[continued in the full Faerie’s Tale, available on the Absolutely Wild! Web site
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Ann Narcisian Videan: Book Shepherd/Editor/Author 