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Wednesday Words – The Oil of Sage

23 March, 2016
The aroma of apple wood burning in the grate reminded the elderly man fleetingly of summer. He bent over, lighting the taper in his hand and straightened carefully. The day had been mild, even for this late in the year. But the nights were drawing in and evenings were cool, making his bones ache. He stepped around the small room, lighting the beeswax candles set on shelves. After the seventh candle flickered into life he extinguished the taper and sat down in his favourite armchair. As the candles burned, the oil in the metal cups above them heated, releasing the clean, strong relaxing scent of sage…
Want to read more? To find out what happens in this new short story, The Oil of Sage, simply send me an email at dragonscaleclippings (at) gmail (dot) com with Clippings Request in the subject line.
The Oil of Sage is one of my free reads for those who follow my blog and subscribe to my newsletter. This tale will appear over 4 issues and will be accompanied by excerpts from my blogs as well as new poetry that no one else has yet read!
To find out more about this current issue as well as previous tales, please visit FREE STUFF! I look forward to hearing from you!
© Freya Pickard 2016

The Kaerling Book One

20 January, 2016
The first thing Otta could remember seeing was firelight. At the time she was too young to know it was fire. All she understood was that heat danced between darkness and scarlet. Later, when she was a little older and could walk outside, she discovered a golden source of heat high in the blue sky above her head. Her mother, Luella, called it the sun. In the kitchen she would watch her mother create a spark from two stones to light the hearth fire that cooked their food. And when Otta was about five years old she discovered how to make fire herself.
Her mother was heavily pregnant and very ill. One morning Luella was so unwell she could not descend the wooden stairs that connected the sleeping lofts to the large, flagstone kitchen. Alvar had shouted at Otta to keep her twin brother Erl out of the way and the two children sat in the cold, dark room. When Erl was shivering, Otta peered at the ash-filled hearth remembering how her mother kindled red fire every morning without fail. Otta raked out the white ash, concentrating on the task, blocking out the dreadful cries above. Erl fetched kindling for her and Otta carefully built a small wigwam of sticks. With Erl’s help she found the firestones on the shelf beside the hearth and struck them together. A small, pale flame blossomed and she held it to the thin sticks of wood. The flame sinuously twisted around the dry kindling, emitting a crackling sound. The stick erupted into flame, generating fierce heat.
I’m looking for feedback on these opening paragraphs… Do you want to read more? If you were to buy the book, what format would you purchase? What do you think happens in the story?
© Freya Pickard 2016

Isu Magan Book One

13 January, 2016
We have been brought up on myths and legends. But, what is myth? What is legend? The wars and loves of the gods were fed to us with our mother’s milk. Everything around us could be explained by the acts of the gods and the whims of goddesses. But how do legends start? How does a myth begin?
Our traditional narratives tell how the world began, though we are but relative newcomers in this land. Our legends are remarkable and the feats in them impossible for the lesser men of our day. But now our myths have been explained away and our legends have lost their enchantment. The Counsellor has decreed that all “stories” are to be set aside and only remembered on our Feast Days as a special entertainment.
No more must we think of Sonen’s blessing, unless it be on Thaw Day. No more must we remember Deyja’s curse turning peaceful death into a dark nightmare. We must think of our old tales as imaginary, explaining natural and social phenomena. The Counsellor mocks our fictitious songs, calling them “widely held but false notions”.
Why do we hear no outcry? Because the gods have forsaken us. We cannot trust them any more, not after what they have done…
I’m looking for feedback on these opening paragraphs… Do you want to read more? If you were to buy the book, what format would you purchase? What do you think happens in the story?
© Freya Pickard 2016

Wednesday Words – The Essence of Thyme…

6 January, 2016
Do you subscribe to my Newsletter? It’s free! In each quarterly installment you can read an episode of a short story, dip in to some clippings from this blog as well as reading some unpublished poetry. And at the end, I ponder something deep and meaningful… It’s only 6 pages and doesn’t take long to read. What are you waiting for?
In last month’s issue you will be able to read episode 5 of my short story, “The Essence of Thyme”. So far, Dracomagan and her friend Parsley have managed to enter an enchanted forest, discovered a castle full of people frozen like statues, experienced a strange green mist that makes Parsley think of dreamy summertimes and discovered an enchanted prince without many clothes on… How will it all end?
To you give a taster if you haven’t read the previous episodes, of “The Essence of Thyme”, here is the link to the first episode that was published in December 2013. The Essence of Thyme #1 Be warned, though! The Essence of Thyme episodes will only be available to read and download until 28th February 2016.
If you already subscribe, I look forward to your feedback. If you’ve not yet joined me, why not email me now at dragonscaleclippings (at) gmail (dot) com with “Clippings Request” in the subject line.
More information about recent issues can be found at Newsletter. There you can read comments from my readers on previous episodes and issues.
© Freya Pickard 2016

Wednesday Words – Patterns to Lie-In

9 December, 2015
If you enjoy reading my clippings and short form poetry, you might be interested in reading my other poems and stories published elsewhere…
August 2015
I had two elfje, published online at Simply Elfje which you can read at Patterns and Poplar.
October 2015
As a spin off from my Wolf Haiku, I wrote some Wolf Elfje that appeared over at Simply Elfje at Wolf Mist and Wolf Wind. Dial 174 also published two of my longer poems: – Elemental Dancer and I AM.
November 2015
The Drabble published a 50 word story at Lie-In – 55 bloggers have liked it so far!
© Freya Pickard 2015

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