I am happily overwhelmed by the enthusiastic response to this post! You all are spectacular. So — for now — I have as many fairy characters as I can write. Because of that I’m closing comments. However, I reserve the right to reopen this call for characters! :o)
This is your chance to become a character in a new story! Or rather have a character with your fantastical pseudonym.
It began as a bit of fun on Facebook with one of those silly find-your-whatever name things. It was one of many “What’s Your Fairy Name?” graphics. Cute, I thought, But too cute. I posted my wish for a less frilly fairy name, and vowed to make my own game.
Well the frilly fairy names caught on, and next thing I knew, I had taken a challenge from Colleen Chesebro to make it into a story. …And I’ve already admitted that I’m just not able to continue Truths Unseen. …And you know I enjoy featuring other bloggers. So I decided to turn it into a story here, a pantser, fairy story — and include everybody!
If you want to join the fun, find your fairy name name and leave it in a comment along with a link to your blog or Amazon author page. (For example, I’m Glimmer Songbird and here’s my link.) If you already have a fairy name of your own, sure — you can use that instead.
First find your Frilly Fairy Name
If you’re curious, here’s how to find your Scary Fairy Name
So let’s go back into the sunlight. Come on out and play in this new fairy story. Become a character! Plus you’ll get a little free promotion when your character is introduced. Leave a comment with your fairy name and the link (blog, author page, or service) you want me to use when your character comes into the story.
Folks who left their fairy names on my Facebook post (by end of day, June 30th) I already have your names and links — you don’t have to do anything.
Here’s a blurb…
Something strange happened in the sunny land of Thistledown, when the stars aligned at Midsummer. A veil thinned and a parallel fairy-verse merged with that world.
Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam
Bedlam Thunder. How, could anyone have expected me to fit in with such a name? However, my grand-uncle had a vision and insisted that I bear a name of chaos among a race of people who were known for being goody two shoes. My grand-uncle was a seer, so even his whims carried weight.
He insisted that I had the sight. Some of the oldsters agreed with him, even though they shook their heads and tut-tutted at the mention of my name. They weren’t wrong, but I wasn’t the same kind of seer as my grand-uncle. I could see around the odd corner or three, but I never saw anything good. I never saw the healthy birth of a babe or who someone would marry, I didn’t see anything anyone wanted to know. I saw the things the existence of which my people denied. Paranormal things. Spirits of those who passed, and mythical creatures… like humans.
My eyes shifted again to the reflection pool. The vision remained. Heaving a sigh, I sat down beside the pool to watch the mirror image of the stars gliding into place for the solstice, and to endure the replication of the past. I allowed the reflection to flow into my consciousness, and my mind to become one with the vision.
So, now are you ready to play? See you in Thistledown next weekend!
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