Asian Stories - AtoZ 2017

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Pursued, the Frog Princess

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Princess Vasalisa fell from the PortHole into the Elfin gardens. She hid from Ole Fog, the Boneless, Immortal Death.

A dark, smelling, cold Fog crawled through the Elfin gardens searching. That mess of bitterness prowled, upturning houses and drowns the Elves circle of laughter. A humongous uproar blasted, and an argument heard.

The bitter Fog vanished as well as Hornet Warriors seen at the fight.

Next day, with a sherrie Troll Grunda Faye of the Elfin gardens disappeared into the PortHold.

Just then, the Queen Mother of the Ponds arrived with the Hornet Warriors for her daughter. Elfin Maeve Lyn and Bowen Fyn travel with the Queen to the Oldest Crone of Spells, to find the daughter Vasalisa, who was once protected as a frog.

At this time, Prince Ivan searched for the frog, his wife, Vasalisa.

What will happen to the Frog Princess, she has three days?  
Can the Oldest Crone of Spells save her niece?
Who will find Vasalisa; the Fog, Ole Boness, Death or Prince Ivan?
-- soon to be an ebook, PURSUED.

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As all storytellers do, and I did, this ancient Russian Folktale is enhanced, embellished, modified, fabricated, and re-imaged into a story from the Elfin Letters!

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

Time tunnels when We Travel

Time Traveling in the InBetween

I borrowed this analogy from our ways of traveling. When driving a car, riding a train, flying in an airplane, or voyaging on a ship, we move through time and space to a destination. We enter a protective frame: our car, plane, train or boat, the PortHold. Then we drive, ride, fly, or float through the InBetween of vast experiences, We disembark at our destination, the next PortHold: a parking lot, train station, airport, or ship dock. Video games, television, and computers are also PortHolds of time travel through to the InBetween — streaming.

A variety of textures, noise, and lights describes the tunnels in the InBetween used by the Elves and Trolls to slide from one realm to the next — the general relativity or string theory!

This happened when a sherrie is PURSUED through the InBetween by Ole Fog, the immortal, DEATH. The helpless sherrie dropped into the Oakgrove gardens through the PortHold Grunda Faye guarded for the entry of unwanted evil spirits.

Thursday, January 10, 2019

Why FOG as a nemesis?

"The bitter fog blew into our Meeting Lodge and threw papers, chairs, and pictures around. Then it blew into our School House, knocking over our desks and chairs. Our books and paper flew everywhere. The fog slowly crawled through the lower yard, then disappeared into the PortHold. I thought this must be death. But for whom, we, the Elfin folk nor Faeries die; we are ageless. Maybe the Trolls die?"

Reasoned, Barren Flynn, the Elfin Prince of the OakGrove gardens as this fractured tale begins.
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Why FOG as a nemesis?

During my childhood in Colorado, the weather was dramatic with winds, rain, and snow. When living Alaska, there were three days of Autumn: one of the yellowed leaves, next the leaves dropped off, on the third tiresome snow fell. California has either drought or rains. With the rain comes the fog which rolls across the ocean creeps through San Francisco and crawls across the Bay into the Oakgrove gardens. Fog blankets the East Bay quietly and deceptively where the Elves and Trolls live. In the Celtic, the Russian, and Eastern European folklore, FOG is Ole Boneless, the Immortal, Death, who stocks the living. FOG's strange and mysterious appearance makes a perfect nemesis.
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PURSUED is my retelling of the Russian/Eastern Europe fairytale, maybe bits from Chinese folktales called 'Vasalisa, the Wise, a Frog Princess,' which is re-imagining, enhancing, modifying, and elaborating as a folk story with twists and turns of enchantments of many kinds.

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Part 10 - Today we honor FIRE.


On our birthday cakes, FIRE sits and slowly eats the candles which represent our years of life. We make a wish on FIRE’s contained enchantment, charm, and magic while FIRE eats. Then we make a wish and blown FIRE off the candle. FIRE stops eating and the candles smoke. As we take the candles from the cake, we lick off the icing. Then we cut the cake offering pieces to our guests to celebrate our next year of power, happiness, and growth. 
  
Read the complete Story 'FIRE, the Hunger' on Wattpad.


Thursday, December 21, 2017

Part 9 - Bertha Digby restores the woods.


There are those among us that love Mother Earth and help heal hurts of FIRE. Because of a squirrel, Bertha Digby with her enthusiasm and the animals’ as her helpers, the destroyed woods grew into a forest mightier than the burnt woods.

To this day, Bertha Digby's great, great, grand children guard the trees, bushes, and flowers while directing the visiting humans to walk on the paths and keep campfires in pits. I respect great, great, grandmother's Bertha Digby's work who saved the woods for all of us: the animals and the humans. My hope is that today we respect the wild woods and the animals and help to preserve them from human predators, who are as greedy as FIRE.

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BEWARE of FIRE!

I prepared these last stories before FIRE raged in our Northern California that destroyed 7,000 homes and business and ravaged thousand and thousand of areas forests. My daughter and her family and many of our relatives lived in this area; their homes were spared many of their friend's homes burnt. Animals were not spared as the FIRE roared and eat. About 26 years ago in the East Bay Area of San Francisco, a ravaging FIRE came four blocks from our home. Many of my friends lost years of memories and all they had.

Now, FIRE is ravaging the Los Angeles area; their losses are incredible.

This folktale is to honor all animals or humans who restore our FORESTS, others destroy by one means or other. FIRE is the worst of predators eating everything, humans are second.

Bertha Digby was published as 'Saving the Woods' pages 67 - 69, in an anthology published by the 4th Street Studio's Saturday Salons, The Livermore Wine Country Literary Harvest, © 2006.


Read 'Bertha Digby restores the woods.' on Wattpad.

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Part 8 - FIRE eats everything.

The Hunters stole their FIRE. The one who stole FIRE showed the other hunters how to hold their sticks, far enough away so the flames wouldn't devour the flesh, close enough so FIRE feasted only on the juices that dripped from the yams, squash, and fish.

With each drop of juice that fell into FIRE, the hunters watched flames flare and heard the sizzling greed of FIRE's appetite.

The children placed their emptied cooking sticks into FIRE and the ends burnt into a glowing embers. They danced turning around swinging the sticks back-and-forth. The gleaming ends burst into flames. Seeing the dancing and hearing laughter, Lord Wind thought he might help with the fun.