In search of Felix, the dragon

The following is a letter I wrote as part of a writing exercise. Enjoy and have a great holiday season :) 

Dear Santa,

For Christmas this year, I would like it if you could help my dear friend Thomas Thum. Thomas has been keeping me company these days and, of course, would never presume to ask anything of you himself. However, he has himself a very unusual situation and the fact of the matter is that something really must be done about it. 

And so, I thought I would ask if, on your way to our house, you could stop by Stuart Littles and collect Thomas’ green dragon, Felix, so he can return him to his dream catcher, Sedalle. Sadelle has a very tender stomach and needs Felix to roast the nightmares she catches to make them more digestible. At the moment she’s over run with the things and feeling so very sick she’s been puking them out, which causes poor Thomas to have a horrendous sleep. 

Stuart borrowed Felix from Thomas one evening in November, after being almost caught and eaten by a cat on the way to our house! Since then, he’s been too scared bring Felix back and claims that he’s lost him! I personally think he likes having Felix around as protection, which has put us in a bit of a bind. Thomas is too small to safely travel in this snow and I’m to big to fit into Stuart’s house. I thought perhaps, being Christmas and all, that this would be the best solution and that maybe, in return for Felix, you could give Stuart his own dragon for Christmas. 

As usual I will leave some milk and cookies out for you. 

Your friend, 

Léonie 

Non-pareil

"Nonpareil"

Happy to announce we are planning on taking up our series of writing prompts again!

How about using an old-fashioned word like "nonpareil" today? As a name for an equally old-fashioned love cookie covered in coloured beads, to describe a certain script you didn't even know it exists until today, for a unique species of insect, or for an extraordinary moment in time...?

(By the way, this naturally is no Clifden nonpareil, also called blue underwing, or Catocala fraxini. Still I hardly can believe this moment actually happened right in my garden, right this autumn.)

High Time 2

High time in the summit on the way to Skagway, Alaska.

"High Time"...

...to post a new word of the day for our writing!



High time to run and hide?
High time to sit and listen?
High time to hide some eggs?
High time to...?

I wish you Happy Easter (writing)!

Abandoned - twice

Abandoned nearly 100 years ago, Dredge #4, in Dawson City, Yukon Territory, Canada, has become the home of this Raven's nest. Incidentally, one year after this picture was taken the Canadian Government also cut funding to Parks Canada and caused the closure of this national historic viewing site and consequently, unless funding or a private company takes it over, individuals are no longer obtain tours of this important historical monument.

Abandoned

Moment of Momentum

Momentum

Graupel 2

Graupel

How about writing a story including as many words for snow you know in your language?

Roan Horses

Whenever I think of Roan, I always think of horse. I don't know why, but perhaps as a description... the roan, like the pinto or the paint. Here my 3 sons, 10, 7 and 3, with Cindy and Bandit. These were 2 of the three the horses my mother owned when we visited on her ranch in 2005.

Roan

                                          I always marvel at the special colour of Alder buds, somewhere between violet and grey seen from the side lying in shade, more brownish-red in sunlight, like here. I would like to include something roan in a story.

Listening to Reflection

There must be a mind to reflect on even the smallest being. Reflection: light writing down the silent story of things.

Reflection

Reflect, see, think, wonder. To mirror a life, a story, an ending. Reflecting on the unknown.

Thee benches looking out at the reflections of the sky and water remind me of a silent audience on the brink of discovery and adventure in the theatre of lives... the silent watcher, invisible witness and yet the cheer leader, the emotive audience which laughs and cries with the character as they struggle through their song.

Imprint, too

Imprint

"...like stamped into the night sky."

Also: "It was over, but there was still a vivid afterglow of the evening at the back of her mind...".

Where in your story will the new word end up?

Could this be a CUSP as well?

This is a new word in my vocabulary list, and what different things it can mean! Thank you for introducing it to me, Léonie! Correct me if I apply it wrong.

Cusp