We wrapped the webs around our fingers

Early when we couldn’t see

We saw the moon hanging like a thimble 

Hanging on three fine threads 

Twice we watched with amber eyes 

Four wintry faces all aglow

The silver bower peering over

To watch the spider finely carven   

   These, and the last couple of fairy tales I've been posting, are for a comilation entitled, "Ordinary Tales of Extraordinary Nature." Of late, I have been annoyed at the lack of good fantasy in the writing sphere of today (excluding AP, of course!), so these little stories are my response to the listless and dark fantasies you find in a bookstore. My tales, like E. Nesbit's short fairy stories, may or may not have a moral; however, I wouldn't wish my morals to be apparent, for when I was a child, I hated when someone was trying to teach me something.

The shadows fell like rain filling the streets of a victorian London but on second glance it wasn't Earth. A boot black boy ran past, his tan cap wet with rain.  His ears pointed.

It was night in the land of the Fay and the rain toumbled down.  A tall dark shadow slipped threw the deserted streets.  His cloak pulled tight around him obscured his face.  He glanced back and forth to see if he was being followed before stepping into the shadow of a shop door. 

The bell on the door jangled softly as he shut the door behind him.  

*A/N* I am Myself will probably be continued under a different title. Hope everyone likes these!

Acliriana: Ack-lee-ree-ah-nah.

The moon shining brightly Up there in the sky Sheds it's calming light And tells me not to cry.   Something in the shining Brightly glowing sphere Tells me it's alright And that God is always near.   Why that wildly beauteous But sweetly calming glow Makes me want to cry, and laugh, And dance, I do not know.   But as I look up high Up to the twinkling light, I know God made the moon And the moon's my friend tonight.

Chapter Eight

*I apologize for not appearing on this beautiful (and happily staying open, thank you James!) website for somewhere around four months….alas! I think I have failed as a monthly writer….anyway, here is the next chapter*

We were separated by the width of the opening to the courtyard. We drew our gazes to each other for a moment, and I whispered: