It seems, as I have read Finscoth wrote, Lady Authoresses seems to be in hibernation. I just thought I would write and hope mabe everyone would read this and start posting, if only something to say your still here. GOD bless,

Lady Felyn

A Very Fairy Visit.

  Mother readied the house for next twenty-four hours. Not wanting to be thought a slob, she went and did every one of her chores. Included in this was sweeping, mopping, dusting, washing dishes, and the laundry.

  None of the chores needed to be done, though. All her clothes were clean, savet he dress she wore while cleaning. This dress was only washed once a year. The rest of her dresses, bright and cheery yellows, were what she wire when not cleaning.

  The dishes she washed one too many times. She owned only five plates, and four cups. For every plate was a set of utesils. Each set was made up of a knife, a spoon, and a fork. Hankerchiefs were in abundance, for she knitted them to pass the time in the evening after reading The Heavenly Father's Book, and praying to Him.

  When the long awaited knock sounded on the little cream colored cottage, mother sprang to the door in a skip and two blissful bounds.

  A piece of hair, brown with a grey tint, fell infront of her eyes. Placing it beind her ear, and smotthing her white apron, she gently opened the door with a large smile.

  "Margie!" she exclaimed with glee,." Come in, come in." She stepped quickly aside to let them pass.

  Margie crosses from the ourtside to the cottage so gracefully, she looked almost royal. As she scolded her children for not wearing smiles, she looked up at her old friend.

  "Hello, dearest. You look wonderful....but a great deal taller then I remember you."

  Mother's cheeks became rosy. Not from shyness or embarassment, but from a piping pleasure.

  "Thank you." she said, wiping the stray piece of hair once more."You yoursekf have grown quite a bit."

  Margie chuckled as she looked up and around to what seemed to her a very large home."Well, if you call growing an inch a great deal, then thank you."

  Mother folded her hands."For a fairy, you are quite tall. Really you are."

  Margie, flapping sparkling white wings that matched he glistening white hair, flew up to level her face with mother's."You always were kind to the fairies."

  The cheeks of mother turned redder."It is shame that not everyone seems to like fairies. The Heavenly Father created you as well as humans, you know."

  "It is a shame." whispered Margie. She sighed, and the brightened once more."But come, let us not talk of such things."

  Flying down to where the two children stood, she landed. Placing her hand on the girl child, for one was a girl and the other a boy, she smiled.

  "Dearest, this is my oldest child, Clair." Motioning the black haired boy she continued." And this is my son, Joseph."

  Both of the younger fairies frowned, but bowed politely.

  Not sure what to do next, Mother shut the door and invited them to come into the kitchen for tea.

  She walked around the room  preparing the tea as they sat on the table whispering among themselves. They seemed to be sharing some secret when she came over with a plate of cookies for them. If there was a secret at all, she never found out, for they quieted.

  An akward silence filled the room as mother turned to get the tea which was steaming cheerfully over the fire in the little brick fireplace.

  Using a hankerchief to protect her elf from burns, mother took the tea carefully away from the fire. Slowly, she walked back over to the table.

  Sitting down at one of the seats, for there were two, she pushed the cookie plate in the fairy's direction.

  "There you, sugar cookies." She smiled as she poured a cup of tea.

  Clair, with a haughty air, frowned."There too big, in case you have not noticed."

  Margie frowned at the girl, but Claire continued. This time she adressed her mother.

  "You never mentioned that your friend was a human, mother." She crossed her arms over a silk looking wite dress.

  Margie, who did turn red from embarassment, took a crumb from one of the cookies."So what if she is a human? The Heavenly Father loves her, as much as he loves you or me."

  Joseph spoke up."Mother, do you realize what will happen if someone finds out where we are?"

  Mother shifted uncomfortably in her chair."I have little acorns that would be splendid tea cups for one's your size."

  Clair smirked."See Joseph?" She stood up."We, the prince and princess of the fairies come and visit a human. Then, as if we were some commoner, she offers acorn tea cups when we are used to gold."

  Piir mother. She had been sipping from one of her very fine china tea cups when the girl had said this. She dropped it out of suprisement, and it broke.

  "R-r-royal?" She croaked.

  Margie, having just finished her cookie crumb, stood and went to her friend.

  "I mean't to tell you, Dearest." She sent a glare to her children." You see, I married the fairy prince who is now fairy king."

  Mother, in a bit of shock and hurt from the younger fairies words, bent to clean the cup. Salty tears rolled down her white round cheeks as she picked the little cup up piece by piece.

  The two younger fairies, ashamed of their cruel words, flew down to help her.

  "I'm sorry, Miss Dearest." cried Clair as she held up a chip from the cup to cup to mother."It was quite rude of me, and of Joseph to act so....."

  "Meanly." finshed Joseph for her. Unfortunately, he lost his balance as he was holding the handle, and tumbled to the floor, breaking it into two.

  Mother gently patted his head when she saw tears in his oval shaped, brown eyes."It's alright, 'tis only an accident."

  Margie, having watched her two children, glided over to where the broken pieces laid all over the table.

  "Oh!" she squealed excitedly." The cup broke into pefect puzzle pieced."

  Mother frowned, despite her effort of not showing how much she would miss the little tea cup.

  The white haired fairy's lips turned up."Cheer up." she commanded mother."With this wand of mine, your cup will be as good as new."

  A wand the size of a needle appeared in her hand. It sparkled, and shined, making it a pretty thing to look at. Taking the wand, Margie twisted it around and then....

  "Your fixed it!" cried mother in triumph."Oh thank you, Margie."

  The fairy queen smiled."Anything for an old friend." She watched her children nibble on a very small crumb of cookie."And, to them, a new friend."

  So the little tea party went. The faires drank form the hollow acorns, and mother from the newly fixed cup.

  Soon they engaged themselves in various topics of conversation. Like what had happened to the freckled boy down the street who had been sweet on mother? Was Heather Flopsy really the richest woman, under the queen, in the land? Why, she had been the dirtiest and poorest thing in all of Roseford(where mother and Margie had grown up.)

  Being queen of the fairies, Margie was usally accompanied my guards. It was soon evident that this trip was like any other, for sounds of buzzing wings could be heard all around the little cottage in the woodland.

  Tme flew swiftly by, and soon Margie and her children had to leave.

  Clair gave mother a daisy of small size, but the thought was counted to mother. Joesph had brought no gift, but gave her a kis on the cheek. He proclaimed that a fairy's kiss keeps the wrinkles away, and mother laughed.

  The two younger fairies exited the house, but Margie lingered a moment.

  "Dearest?" she said, as mother bent down to give the fairy queen a wrapped present.

  Mother, got on her knees, but was still a giant to the smaller woman.

  "Yes?" she answered.

  Margie flew up again to put there eyes direscty in level."I knowyou want a child, is it not so?"

  A true blush of scarlet spread over mother's cheeks."Well,I-yes, I do."

  Nodding her head, the fairy queen clapped her ands together in delight."I have reason to believe that soon you will be given the challnge of taking care of a child." She claped once more."It shall not be your child, but you will cherise her as you would a child of your own."

  "When?" mother imapatiently asked.

  Margie flew out the door, and turned around for one last look at mother."When news of my next's child birth shall come and you hear, then shall the babe appear."

  Mother began to follow them outside, but they zipped off in a flash.

  The woman in the little woodland cottage closed the door, now pondering if what the fairy said was to be.

I am not going to post my other story on here, but I have another one. It is my version of Thumbeina, but her name is Thimble.

Little Cottage In The Woodland 

  It was in the eighth year of King Joe, a simple name for a king if you ask me, when mother became an orphan. Being seventeen at the time, however, she was old enough to fend for herself.

  So after selling all of her parent's belongings, for she needed the money from them, she packed up to move.

  Traveling for days and days on a very boring dirt road, she finally came to a little woodland area. In the woodland she found a house, a cottage to be exact, and with her animals she set up her new home.

  The two brown cows that gave the rich creamy milk had been sold. It had been hard, but she was thankful to the Heavenly Father for the large black and white spotted cow. True, it gave more milk then she could ever dream to use, but the extra milk was given to the two curly tailed pigs. The pink pigs enjoyed the milk, and so less was needed to feed them.

  Ten horses had been how many she owned, but they too had to be sold. The only one she kept was Digoree , a black male horse that was too old and worn to be sold at a proper price.

  Sixteen chickens found their keep, and so she only sold their eggs. They were red chickens, with light red combs, and dull yellow legs. Though their stick thin legs were dull from age, the hens still could lay eggs as good as any bright legged hen. A chicken coop and fencing had already been built at the tiny woodland cottage, and so in they went.

  So the young freckled face girl with the chocolate brown hair, deep set green eyes, and the sunny yellow dress lived in the little woodland cottage. For years and years, save the small group of farm animals,  she lived there all alone.

  Every morning, whether crispy blue or dreary grey, she would set to doing her chores. First she would milk the cow, who enjoyed swiping it's long tail in her face. Next she would give the curly tailed pink pigs some milk and the previous night's leftovers. Then she would go the barn,  give Digory an apple, and get the corn for the sixteen red feathered hens. After feeding the hens, who sometimes pecked at her bare toes, she would go inside to fix herself some breakfast.

  Eating breakfast never took long ince she only had one person to cook for, and one person to wash dishes for. So after asking the Heavnly Father to bless the food, she would eat her usal scrambled egg, and drink her one glass of milk.

  Then after eating her eggs, and drinking her milk, she would clean. Starting with washing her dishes, she would then dust all four rooms on the first floor, and then the four rooms on the top floor. Moving on to cleaning the windows, she would wipe them until they were speckle free. Carefully she would shake out the green bed covers of her bed. Then neatly and orderly, she would make her bed bed up.

  On Tuesdays, and on Thurdays, she would do the laundry. This consisted of washing the blankets, flowered pillow cases, her three dresses, animal blankets, and any other unclean material the house had.

   Mondays, Wednesdays, and on some Saturdays, she would  go over the whole house with a mop. Up and down, left and right, no tiny crumb or spot of dirt would be left in sight.

  Sweeping was an everyday, twice a day job. Aside from feeding the animals, and fluffing her two little pillows, this was one her favorite chores.

  Finally came the first day of the week, Sunday. She would set aside all chores to worship The Heavenly Father and read His book of Love and Truth. After that, she would eat, feed the animals, and rest.

  Those were her days for twenty years. Day in and day out she lived this way, and never did it bother her. That is, until one day a letter from a childhood friend put a longing in her heart.

  The letter read:

  My dearest friend,

  It has been a great many years since we last spoke. Since you departed to go and live in your little woodland cottage, much has happened. I have wed(remember how we used to stay up late describing the man we would marry?), and have been blessed by The Heavnely Father above with two children. Another child is on it's way, but before I can no longer get out, I would love to come and visit you. Please send a letter in return with your answer. Until then, my friend, The Heavenly Father bless you,

Margie.

  Mother was quite glad of receiving the letter, and yet a prick of sadness came with it.

  But, being the grateful and happy woman she was, she prudently replied that she would enjoy a visit from her friend. She also added that she would be glad if Margie brought her children along for the visit.

  Two weeks later as mother checked the little tree stump mail box for a letter, Margie's long awaited reply came.

  Dearest, thank you for answering. I had begun to fret that I had the wrong address. I and my two children, The Heavnly Father willing, shall be there two days after the full moon in autumn. My husband shall not be able to come due to his work, but he trusts that you will keep us safe. With a happy heart, The Heavenly Father bless you,

  Margie.

  The news was very exciting for mother. Only two days after the full moon, and the first guest she ever had would be there.

   Rushing into the house she scurried to check the little homemade calender on the double door cubbard. Placing a finger on the date of the full moon, she realized that it had been the night before.

  This of course mean't Margie and her children, The Heavenly Father willing, would be arriving the very next day.

  And she went about to redo the mopping. After all, it was Wednesday.

Hello Lady Authoresses. It's been a little  bit since anyone had posted, and I finally decided to post. However first I would like to annouce that Laura is doing Nanowrimo( The National Novel Writing Month). It is when you write a 50k novel in thirty days. Anyway, the reason I am telling this is because I just wanted to encourage Laura in this and wish her well in doing so. With the LORD's help, I know you can do it.

Okay, with that being said, I thought I would post a story finally. Since there were two votes for "When The Moon Turns Pale", The good LORD willing it shall be the one I post for now. Here is part one of chapter one of it:

Drip.....drip.....drip, drip, drip..... fell the water from the roof of the library. A hole, no larger then a grown human's thumb, allowed the tiny droplets from outside to sneak their wet selves inside. The dripping sound it made began to drive the red headed girl, who was sitting by a little candlelit table , crazy. Perhaps even insane. She grimaced as it kept repeating, only two feet from where she now was reading.

  Steadily turning the brown books leafy page, yellow and old from time, her finger slipped. Down it went, slicing against the edge of the page, and causing a horrible pain to reach her nerves.

  "Ow!" she yelped in distress. Blood droplets, as big as the rain droplets were, slid down her finger and onto the wooden oak desk. Drip, drip, drip.

 The nearest piece of cloth to her was the brown dress she wore. She wrapped her finger in the folds of the scratchy material, pressing it hard to stop the red stream.

  She held it that way while standing up. With no free hand, she could not close the book that layed on the table. Rushing out of the room,she ran down some back wooden stairs, up some stone stairs, and into the warmth of the bustling castle kitchen.

  Not to alarm anyone, she walked up slowly to her friend Breeanne. Her thin white hand reached out to touch the sleeve of the brown hair girl, who was stirring some stew in a large pot by the spitting fire. It's flames caused her face to glow the same orange color, and her face was covered in sweat. But though she looked to be suffering, a smile remained on her lips, and she faithfully did her work.

  When the tug of her sleeve made her turn around, Valina, the red hair girl, held her finger up to show the wound.It was still gushing sticky red droplets. Breeanne hung the spoon on a peg hanging on the wall. She grabbed Valina's wrist, and pulled her out of the kitchen. No words were spoken, but Valina knew the exact place they were now heading to.

  In a quiet like voice, Breeanne called through a tiny stone door at the end of the hallway, staright from the kitchen.

  "Chess? Are you in there?" She opened the door, and dragged Valina behind.

  Valina began to tremble in fear."Now Breeanne, you know I despise the thought of having my skin sewn back together.....and I am sure it just needs someone to wrap it so my dress can stop turning from brown to red." She made a gesture to show the red stain in her dress.

  "Back here!" called a voice from further in the room. Sure enough, there sat Princess, or Chess as everyone called her as to not confuse her with the real Princess. Seeing the two figures step into the light where shesewed tiny vine designs on a silken white dress, she dropped her kneedle. Then shr saw the blood.

  "Oh dear!" she exclaimed." What ever has happened to poor Valina?" she smiled a mean little grin.

  Valina rolled her eyes, ignored 'Pin Prin', and waited for Breanne to speak.

  Breeanne spoke little, and now was no different from any time. She made her way to the scrap material pile, and bent down to look through. Ignoring the silk, despising the sack, she finally found a thick piece of material made of cotton. It looked like the material from a servants apron, and Valina smiled to herself while happily thinking of how funny it was that Chess had to sew servant's aprons and dresses. The same dresses that she wore.

  Breeanne asked Chess something, too quietly for Valina to hear what it was. Chess agreed, and sat down to return to her stitching.

  Breeanne placed the material around Valina's finger, making a bandage. The bleeding had stopped some, which relieved Valina.

   When finished tying a knot to hold it in place, Breeanne waved goodbye to Chess, then she waved goodbye to Valina. Smiling as she usually does, she moved back through the door, up the hall, and vanished into the kitchen.

  Not wanting to be left alone with Chess, Valina nodded to the other girl, as is required, then half ran through the door and shut it as loud as she could behind her. No matter how much Chess picked on her status, she would never give her the saisfaction that 'Pin Prin', a seamstress, was better then her.

  GOD bless,

Lady Felyn