Tag: fantasy

The Fisherman and the Mermaid

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’Twas a radiant Summer’s day, perfect for fishing on the West Coast Sea.  Jeremy had rowed his little forest-green boat all the way out of the Greenlandian Bay and into the big blue.  He was alone and he preferred it that way.  Audrey didn’t care how he went about his business, so long as he brought her back a catch.

And so long as he met her in secret to satisfy her other appetite, as well.  Truth be told, Jeremy didn’t know if their meetings really were a secret.  He suspected that his majesty, King James, did know, but didn’t care. 

Or at least, didn’t care enough to actually do anything about it.  Perhaps King James was too busy keeping his unruly daughter, Princess Aurora, in line.  Come the Full Harvest Moon, she would be seven Solar cycles of age; and with each trip around the Sun, Princess Aurora seemed to grow more and more unhinged. 

So, perhaps James was too busy dealing with Princess Aurora.  Or perhaps he was too busy satisfying himself with elven mistresses in the Solar Kingdom.  Or perhaps both.  Rumour had spread that little Aurora Green wasn’t really Audrey’s child, after all; that she was some half-elven bastard.  (Jeremy’s older brother, Raymond, who lived in the Solar Kingdom, often gossiped about King James, King Reinhard and even Emperor Sola in his booze-infused letters to Jeremy.)

Regardless, King James was busy.  And Audrey was lonely.  And she had quite the appetite for Sir Jeremy’s fish. 

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Crocky-the-Crocodile and His Crocodile Smile

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There is a Crocodile named Crocky.  Crocky-the-Crocodile is his official title.  Now, speaking ‘factually’, crocodiles do not live on Vancouver Island, or anywhere in Canada for that matter.  (This is aside from the crocodiles held captive in zoos, which is a horrid thing and ought to be made illegal!)

All that said, Crocky-the-Crocodile does live on Vancouver Island, in the swamp just north of my cottage.  If you don’t believe me, why not embark on an expedition and see for yourself?  I have given you the precise coordinates: the swamp north of my cottage.  And if you don’t already know where my cottage is—well, then you never will know—for I am never going to tell someone who needs to ask.

Now, where was I?  Ah, yes… Crocky-the-Crocodile often strolls over from his swamp to my cottage, to join me for tea.  The forest animals are familiar with him now, but this certainly was not always the case.  As I’ve said, Crocky is the only crocodile in all of not just Canada, but North America. 

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The Tale of Holly the Christmas Elf

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There is an elf named Holly. Like most elves, Holly has long pointy ears. But, unlike most elves, for much of her life, Holly had the honour of working for Santa Claus.

Yes, Holly is a Christmas elf—and, because she is a Christmas elf, she has vibrant red hair, and her face is laden with freckles. She is also kind-hearted, of generous spirit, and a very hard worker.

For many years, Holly toiled away for jolly old Saint Nicholas. Centuries, in fact. She started her position at the North Pole in year 1324, and she only just retired in 1954. Blimey! That’s six hundred and thirty years!

For the sake of her privacy and solitude, which Holly now truly enjoys, I have promised to keep the location of her retirement home secret. For the purposes of our story, all you really need to know is this: Holly moved into an old abandoned cottage in the middle of the woods, somewhere on the West Coast of Vancouver Island.

Having spent so much of her life in the North Pole’s forever Winter, she had grown tired of seeing the snow year-round. Although she didn’t want to lose Winter altogether, she was craving some change, a turning of the Wheel. And here, in her woodland cottage, Holly could witness and appreciate each of the four seasons…

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