Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Give Me Love ~ Part 30

As they came to the end of the tour, Amorette sighed. She wished she could spend all night in the magical feel of the garden.
“Would you like some hot chocolate or tea?” asked Charlie as they approached a little area of the park that was full of benches and picnic tables.
“Hot chocolate sounds nice,” said Amorette.
She spotted two empty benches out of the way of the picnic tables and walked over to one. Faceted clear glass teardrops hung from the trees hung over the benches, catching the light from the picnic tables and twinkling. She was thrilled to see that she could still see a lot of the glass display from the bench and wondered if she could convince Charlie to stay until closing. She had never been to a more magical place and something about the shimmering light and color made her feel at home.
An older couple sat on the other empty bench beside her and gave Amorette a friendly smile.
“Lovely, isn’t it?” said the woman. She looked to be in her eighties and Amorette couldn’t help but smile as her gentleman, put his arm around her.
“It is,” said Amorette. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
“I have, my wife,” said the man giving his wife a loving look.
“Oh hush,” said the woman, giving him a playful pat before snuggling into his shoulder.
“She doesn’t believe it,” said the man, giving Amorette a wink, “but my wife is the most beautiful lady on the planet.”
The woman kissed her husband on the cheek.
“You keep saying it and maybe one day I’ll believe it,” she teased.
“Here you are,” said Charlie, coming over with two wax cups of hot chocolate. “I was worried when I turned around and couldn’t see you.”
“Sorry,” said Amorette, taking one of the cups, “I didn’t mean to worry you, but who could resist sitting under the stars.”
She gestured up and Charlie sat releasing a low, “Wow.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so amazing,” said Amorette.
The man opened his mouth to speak, but his wife put a finger on his mouth.
“Harold Andrew, if you say I’m more amazing that the crystal droplets, this poor couple is going to throw up on their shoes,” the woman playfully scolded.
“I’m just speaking the truth, Sara,” said Harold.
“I think it’s wonderful,” said Amorette. “Why not express how you feel about each other?”
“Oh we have no problems expressing how we feel,” said Sara with a laugh, “in good times and in bad.”
“I can’t imagine you two having any bad times,” said Charlie. “You look like the perfect couple.”
“Son,” said Harold, “when you’ve been married sixty years there are definitely some bad times. It can’t be avoided.”
“What was it?” Sara looked at Harold and then nodded before he said anything. “Yes, about twenty years ago we had one heck of a fight. It was a doozy. What was it about?”
Harold shook his head. “I don’t remember.”
Sara shrugged. “I don’t either, but what I do remember is we were at the park just outside this exhibit when the fight happened. I huffed right over to a bench to sit and Harold sat on the bench, but just as far away from me as the bench would allow. We both just sat there sulking, backs to each other, being stubborn.”
“And then it started to rain,” said Harold.
“Harold had the umbrella,” said Sara, “but I wasn’t about to scoot closer to him. I was too mad and stubborn. I’d rather be wet and miserable.”
“I knew she was too mad and stubborn, too,” said Harold. “But I wasn’t about to scoot closer to her because I was feeling the same way.”
“The next thing I know, I’m no longer getting wet,” said Sara, grabbing Harold’s arm. “I looked over and there sat Harold in the rain, holding his arm straight out so the umbrella would cover me. At that moment I forgot why I was mad.”

“And when she scooted next to me and slid her arms around me, I forgot why I was mad,” said Harold. “We just sat in the rain and held each other.”

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Perryton Show

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Thursday, November 9, 2017

Give Me Love ~ Part 29

Charlie gently put his hand over hers to stop her from cutting the vegetables and turned her to face him. He gently caressed her check and felt electricity buzz through his body at the touch of her skin.
“You are not a freak,” he said, again. “You are lovely, kind, friendly, and just about the most generous person I know. I’ve only known you a few days, but I’ve watched you make friends with strangers, win my sister over, and you’ve totally made me see things in another light. A brighter light, as if my future has purpose and you’re part of that purpose.”
He looked into her sky blue eyes and just wanted to dive into them … he wanted to dive into her.
The alarm went off on the oven notifying them that the oven was preheated and reminding Charlie that dinner still needed to be prepped.
He gave Amorette a smile. “We should probably get cutting or it’ll be midnight before we are able to eat and we’ll miss the art show.”
Amorette gave him a slight nod, before clearing her throat in what sounded like a sigh and turning back to her cutting board. Charlie instantly missed the touch of her skin on his and fought the urge to forget dinner, lift her onto the bar and just kiss her until both of their lips were raw with passion. Instead, he took a deep breath and turned back to his eggplant.  

Chapter 13

“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten a meal so scrumptious,” said Amorette as she and Charlie walked toward the outdoor art show. “Seriously Charlie how are you not a chef instead of an EMT.”
Charlie laughed. “Because the only thing I know how to make is ratatouille. Pretty sure a chef needs to have a lot more recipes up his sleeves than one dish.”
“Well it was wonderful!” She grabbed his hand and was thankful that he didn’t let go. Instead he intertwined his fingers with hers before gently kissing the back of her hand. Excitement rushed through her, starting at her hand and racing all the way to her toes before making her head spin with pleasure.
“Thank you,” said Charlie.
They approached the entrance to the art gallery’s private garden and Charlie handed over the tickets. As they stepped inside the terracotta walls that surrounded the garden, Amorette couldn’t help but gasp. Along the path delicate and colorful blow glass art lite up the garden and gave Amorette the feeling of walking in a fragile but wondrous fairy land made of glass.
“This is amazing,” she gasped.
“It really is,” said Charlie. “I definitely owe Emma one, this was her idea.”
“She does claim to be the smart one in the family,” Amorette teased.
Charlie gave her a sexy smirk. “Well, since I’m the one here with you and she’s the one at home with my parents, I would beg to differ. I believe I’m the smart one in the family.”
Amorette felt her heart pick up speed as she took in Charlie’s smirk. Until now he had been almost distant, his goal to protect her, but at this moment she felt as if he were flirting with her.
They continued the rest of the tour of lighted glass art in silence. Stopping at each one to take it in and admire the craftsmanship that went into sculpting each piece and the beauty of it. The garden felt like a sacred place, void of the chaos and noise of the city.

As they came to the end of the tour, Amorette sighed. She wished she could spend all night in the magical feel of the garden. 

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Give Me Love ~ Part 28

He walked behind her and placed his hands gently on hers. He could smell the scent of her shampoo, the cleanliness of soap mixed with something sweet, like jojoba. His body tingled as he leaned forward just a bit to look over her shoulder. Her ivory cheek next to his, just begging to be kissed.
He took in a deep breath and noticed she did the same. He wondered if she was having the same feelings; if she was feeling the same connection.
Guiding her hands he gave her directions. “Cut off the ends like this and then just place your knife at the edge and slice very thinly. Enough to see through.”
He guided her hands through a few cuts and then watched over her shoulder as she did a few more on her own. He longed to stay near her and feel the heat radiating off her body, but knew he had to be smart. He didn’t know what Amorette wanted or if she could tell him what she wanted. She couldn’t remember how to cut vegetables, could she remember what it was like to fall in love? Or was that something that a person needed to remember at all?
He backed away and walked back over to his own cutting board. “There you go, you’re really getting a hang of it now.”
“I have a good instructor,” she said, giving him a smile.
His heart jumped and the smile made him want to wrap her up in his arms and never let go, but he just smiled back. “Eyes on the cutting board, so you don’t cut yourself. Just take it slow. We’re in no hurry.”
Charlie took deep breaths as he finished with the garlic and moved on to the eggplant. His mind flashed to Gerwyn, who claimed he was only a friend, but could he be more? Then he thought of Tris, the man who would “own” Amorette if he found the arrow. His blood boiled at the thought of Tris, knowing he was more than likely abusive, if not physically then emotionally.
“Are you having any luck remembering your past?” asked Charlie.
Amorette shook her head, but her eyes remained on her cutting board. “Unfortunately, no. I had hoped after speaking with Gerwyn that some things would start to come back, like knowing he was a friend.”
“Do you have any gut feelings when it comes to this guy Tris?” Charlie tried to sound nonchalant, but knew the edge was coming through in his voice.
Amorette stopped cutting and looked up, but not at Charlie. “I get the feeling that I don’t like him very much, but that we’re connected in some way, but that could just be because of the warning from Gerwyn.”
“That makes sense,” said Charlie.
She looked at him. “Could we not talk about this today? It’s just that I’ve been trying so hard to remember, I feel like my head is spinning. It would be really nice to just cook, eat and hang out like normal people and forget that I’m a freak.”
Charlie laid down his knife. “You are not a freak.”
“I feel like one,” said Amorette, focusing back on her chopping. “You have to admit it is freakish that I can’t remember my past. I didn’t even remember what it was like to feel tired. That is just weird, it’s a normal feeling that people have. Yet, I still remembered happy and sad, and other normal emotions. This whole thing doesn’t make sense, hence making me feel like a freak and making my head spin.”

Charlie gently put his hand over hers to stop her from cutting the vegetables and turned her to face him. He gently caressed her check and felt electricity buzz through his body at the touch of her skin.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

November Birthstone

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Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Hi! Ho Halloween's Here


Hi Ho  Halloween's Here 
By C.L. Collar

One little, two little, three little Witches.
Cast their spells without any hitches.
Black cats howl in their highest pitches.
HI HO Halloween's Here!

Four little, five little, six little Ghosts,
Boo and holler and shriek and boast.
Through the air they glide and coast.
Hi Ho Halloween's Here!

Seven little, eight little, nine little Goblins,
Have no cares, have not problems.
All night long they are dancing and hollering.
Hi Ho Halloween's Here!

Jack-o-Lantern's there are ten,
Look and see their silly grins.
You know that it's Halloween then.
Hi Ho Halloween's Here!

Happy Halloween Everyone!

Friday, October 27, 2017

A Fairy Tale for Halloween ~ Enjoy ~

The Child of Lore
By: C.L. Collar

“Tempest, you must find her, you must find the Child of Lore. You must bring her here to me or I will be trapped in here forever.”
The small, iridescent green dragon listened to her friends cry from deep down inside the small forest colored stone. She saw the petite pointed face, huge pine green eyes and spiked golden hair of Natasha embraced within the stone. Words had not been needed between the two friends since childhood. Their minds had fused together the day Tempest was born. They knew each other’s thoughts and communicated thus, no fuss, no bother just pure honesty. This was the way it was with Elves born of the Tagnik'zur Clan and dragons.
“Oh Nat, I don’t know what to do! I wouldn’t know where to begin to look.” Tempest said, wringing her petite paws as a devastated tear slipped to the ground.
“Tempi, think back to the days of yore. Who told us most about the Child of Lore? The Wizard, Yaz, he might know more.”
The tiny dragon cocked her head as the words took form in her mind. “What! You want me to go to that crazy old man’s house by myself? You must be kidding! There’s no way I’m going there alone. The last time we were there he tried to cut off my tail. His eyesight is so bad he mistook me for a lizard. No! That is definitely out of the question! Besides Nat, we don’t even know if the legend is true. Yaz is crazy. He could have made up the whole thing.”
“Tempi, calm down. We both know the legend is true. It has been passed down through the steps of time by very wise beings. Yaz just seems to know more about it than most. Our knowing as much as we do about it is why Esmerelda entombed me in this stone. She did not know that I could still talk to you. In her evil mind, she thinks that she has silenced me forever. The legend says that only the Child of Lore can break the evil witch’s curse on the forest and undo her spells. She must be found or all of us are doomed. The forest has already lost so much of it’s magic as she sucks it into her evil soul. As she grows stronger the magic forest dies. So you see, you must go.”
“I’m so sorry Nat, but I just can’t do it. I cannot go without you. I have never gone anywhere without you. My heart would break if I left your side. No. I must stay here with you and protect you and your new stone home. This is where I belong. I’m sure someone else, bigger and braver than I will find the child and defeat Esmerelda. We will just wait here together, you and I in our nice quiet little spot in the woods. As soon as she has been defeated, you will be released and all will be as it should be. Yes, I do believe that is the wisest action to take, we dragons are very wise you know.”
“But Tempi, we are the only ones who know where her castle is hidden. If we don’t pass this information to those who are trying to defeat her, they might never find it and then our beautiful forest will be gone and I will be stuck in this stone forever.”
“I don’t really care about the forest. There are many more and as for you having to stay in the stone, well it is a very pretty stone, with all of the colors of the forest right there with you. You could be worse off you know. You could have been trapped in an old river rock instead of this fabulous Brazilian Opal. Yes, I think it is a very nice stone home indeed.”
“You would have me stay in here? Tempi!  How could you? You know I am an Elf, I must be free.”
“My job is to keep you safe, not to set you free. My mind is made up. We will stay here.”
“Okay Tempi, if you cannot bring yourself to leave me then I will go with you.”
“And just how are you going to accomplish that my brave friend? We dragons are very observant creatures and I do not see any legs protruding through that stone.”
“You will carry me silly. It is not like this stone is very big or heavy and you, my brave little dragon, know that I will not let Yaz do anything to harm you.”
“But how will Yaz know that you are with me Nat? He is very quick, for an old man, with that cleaver of his. He would probably chop first and ask questions later.”
“Silly dragon, you were just a babe, only four inches long last time we were there. You have grown so much and now have those splendid gossamer wings. He could never mistake you for dull little lizard. Now you are a glorious, beautiful dragon.”
“I am a 3 foot long dragon. Not exactly glorious or beautiful, just a small pretty dragon.”
“Still he will know you are a dragon and you can talk, even if you prefer not to. So put me in your pack and let’s go.”
“Okay Nat, but I still think this is a bad idea.”
Tempest placed Natasha’s stone into her pack and slipped it around her neck. Spreading gossamer wings she headed for Yaz’s hut. It wasn’t far, as the dragon flies, and before the sun had set they had touched down at the wizard’s home.
Yaz met them at the door. “Where have you been? I have been watching and waiting for you forever. Did you find Esmerelda’s castle? Sit! Tell me all you know!”
Tempest cautiously followed the wizard inside. She opened the pack, pulled out Natasha’s stone and placed it on the table in front of Yaz.
“Oh my,” said Yaz. “This isn’t good at all! Not at all! What to do? What to do?” the old man shook his head. “Oh me, oh my, this is just so, so bad! What to do? What to do?
“Tempi, tell him where the castle is and ask him if he knows more about the Child of Lore.”
Tempest shook her head, “Nat, can’t you see his eyes? He is totally blind, but he thinks he knows who we are. He talks like he can see us, but he cannot. My dragon sense tells me that something is amiss, I fear he might be under Esmerelda’s spell.”
“Are you sure, Tempi? I cannot see well through this stone and I have always trusted your dragon sense, but I don’t know where else to go. Just ask him about the Child of Lore. We will keep the other knowledge a secret for right now. Don’t let him know that you can talk to me. Tell him you need to find the child to set me free.”
“That is very wise of you little one. Ha! That is so funny, me calling you little one. All these years it has been the other way around. In many ways I really like you being in the stone.”
Tempi! Focus! We have to stop Esmerelda. Now ask him.”
“Okay. You don’t have to shout. He’s just so weird. He makes my skin crawl.” Tempi shuttered then turned her keen eyes the wizard. “Yaz, I’m sorry I cannot tell you what you want to know. Right now, my only concern is to free Natasha and to do that I must find the Child of Lore. Do you know more than you told us before?”
“So you can talk, little dragon. That is so, so good!” said Yaz clapping his hands. “For a while I thought you might be a little off.” Yaz pointed to his head and twirled his finger.
The Child of Lore as the legend says lives in the woods, inside a tree. Thrice times round she’ll come to thee, a kiss to change the small to might, to save us all with a new light. This is what I told you and I know no more.”
“But what woods and what tree and what does it mean thrice times round? Surely you know more.”
“That is all I know!” yelled Yaz. “Now take your stupid stone and get out of here. You are useless without the Elf. Go find a shady oak and play ring around the rosy or something! I’m sure you can find one in the woods just outside! Be gone! I have no time for your silliness.”
Tempest grabbed Nat’s stone and flew away as fast as she could into the woods.
“I told you that old man was crazy! I will never, ever, ever go back there! He is even worst than last time. Oh Nat, I’m so sorry that he was no help. I must rest now. My nerves are shot. Tomorrow we will begin to look for the child.”
“Okay Tempi, I understand. He was very mean to you. I promise I will not ask you to go back. We will rest brave little girl under this majestic oak. Tomorrow we will work out a new plan.”
Tempest placed Natasha back into the pack and settled down for a good night’s rest. They were safe for now. She would keep Nat safe until she could find a way to set her free. That was all that really mattered. Tempest closed her eyes ready for a good night’s rest, but sleep eluded her. She could not get Yaz’s words out of her head. Oak tree, play ring around the rosy. The old man was surly daft or worse possessed by Esmerelda. Inside a tree, trice times round. The old man’s words echoed through her thoughts. Wait a minute thought Tempest. Maybe Yaz wasn’t crazy after all. Maybe he was speaking in riddles because he feared Esmerelda was listening. They had flown right to the old oak tree, ring around the rosy, thrice times round. That must be it!
Tempest jumped to her feet. Here goes nothing she thought as she rounded the tree three times. After the third time round she stood nervously in front of the massive oak. The branches shook and the leaves quivered as the tree twisted reveling a small wooden door. Tempest ran and hid as a small human child opened the door and stepped through.
The child rubbed her eyes as if just waking from a long nap. Her curly blond hair was tousled from sleep. She was dressed in a warm red sweater and ruffled green skirt. “Hoppy,” she said to the small stuffed rabbit tucked under her arm as she dug her bare toes into the soft dirt, “are we still asleep? This is such a beautiful place, we must be dreaming. Isn’t this a very nice dream?”
Tempest cautiously emerged from her hiding place, a human child?  The Child of Lore was a human child? Well one thing was for certain she had nothing to fear from a human. Tempest slowly walked over and jumped up on a log so the child could see her. She didn’t want to frighten the little girl, so she spoke very softly to her. “Sweetie, are you the Child of Lore?”
The little girl looked wide-eyed at the dragon. “Wow Hoppy, would you look at that! We have a pretty little dragon in our dream. Isn’t she so cute! I think I will give her a kiss.”
Before Tempest knew what was happening the child kissed her on the top of her head. Tempest fell off her perch, startled by the child’s touch. As she touched the ground an exquisite face extended from the highest branches of the tree. Her voice was soft and soothing.
“Be not afraid little dragon, for now the spell is cast and you shall be as was foretold the one that sets us free, the one who was small, now mighty you will be.”
Tempest felt strange. Her chest started itching, just a little itch, then the itch turned into a twitch, which grew into a great big tickle. Tempest fell over laughing. She felt so happy, so full of joy, a warm light spread throughout her being.
 The oak spoke again. “It is done you are transformed. Now you must stop the wicked one, before her magic cannot be undone. You must go and save us all. This is why you were called.”
Tempest gazed into the beautiful oak’s eyes. “I know what I am suppose to do, but my friend is trapped inside the stone. I cannot do it without her and I cannot leave her unprotected. It is my duty to keep her safe.”
“I will keep her safe with me. You must go to set her free.”
“I don’t think that I can. I have never, ever done anything without my trusted friend. I am not prepared. I do not know what to do. You say I am transformed but I am afraid. I feel like the same scared little dragon just filled with the light of joy and love.
“You are filled with the essence of innocence that is the gift from the human child and you will not be alone. As we speak your dragon ancestors are gathering inside your heart and head. They will guide you on your quest. You carry with you the Knowledge of Dragon Lore, but it is you who will decide what must be done. You found the hidden Child of Lore and now you must find Esmerelda’s weakness. You are very smart Tempest. Now it is time for you to believe in yourself.
“But what about the Child of Lore? What will become of her?”
“The Child of Lore will go back through my magic door, back into her world once more. It ‘twill be to her, but a nice dream, a simple little funny thing.”
Knowing that Nat and the child would be safe, Tempest spread her wings and flew to Esmerelda’s castle. As she flew her head was filled with all of the dragon knowledge passed down through time. She knew that Esmerelda’s weakness was vanity. The arrogant witch believed herself to be invincible and that would be her undoing. Tempest also had a secret that only she knew. The child had given her a secret weapon to use against the wicked witch. She was still afraid, but she had to free Nat and save the forest. It was her duty.
Tempest landed outside the castle’s door.
“Come face me you wicked witch!” she yelled with bravado that she certainly did not feel. “Come face me if you dare!”
Esmerelda blew the doors open with a blast of fire and stepped through.
“And why should I be afraid of you?” she asked laughing at the miniature dragon.”
Tempest slowly raised her shiny head up and looked Esmerelda, square in the eye. “Because I know your secret wicked one. You are not what you seem to be. You are a measly little thing. You use your glamour to fool all, but you cannot fool me.”
Esmerelda’s face grew red with rage. “I’ll show you measly, you arrogant beast! And with that she began to chant. “You will become an ant so small and on the ground you will crawl.”
Tempest launched into the air, easily dodging the visious spark thrown from Esmerelda's wand. "Ha ha, you missed me. It looks like someone needs to practice there wand spells."
Esmperelda stomped her foot on the ground and sent another wicked spark in the air. "I don't need any practice. You were just lucky. Take that!"
Tempest dodged the spark again. As she floated in the air she swept away the smoke trail with a wave of her tail.
"Wow," she said, "that one was a stinker. Is that the best the mighty Esmerelda can do?"
Tempest dove to the ground landing right in front of the irate witch. "You are a sad excuse for a witch. You can't even defeat a tiny little dragon. Wait till this tale makes it's way through the forest." Tempest laughed. "You will be the laughing stock of Fey."
The wicked witch's face turned red with rage. In fact her whole body began to sizzle. "I've got you now you little monster! Take that! Esmerelda thrust a blaze of fire straight toward Tempest's heart. 
Tempest raised her head high and opened her chest wide to reveal a bright shining scale hidden beneath her iridescent coat of armor.  The spell hit the bright mirror and bounced back striking Esmerelda right in the heart. Before Esmerelda knew what was happening Tempest stomped on the small black ant, crushing her into oblivion. 
Tempest smiled as the forest around her began to glow with the magic of nature. She felt a shifting in her skin. As she stood before the castle she was surprised to see it shrinking right before her eyes. She looked around confused, the whole forest was shrinking. No that was not what was happening. She was growing.
Big, bigger, bigger, soon she stood so tall that her head was even with the massive trees. Wow, she thought. Now I am a great and glorious dragon!
 She spread her new powerful wings ready to return to Nat and see that she was safe when a familiar voice called to her from a nearby tree.
“Tempi! You did it! You freed me and saved the forest and look how you’ve grown! You are such a brave, beautiful wonderful dragon!” 
“Oh Nat! I missed you so much! Jump down on my back and give me one of your great big hugs! I never want to be away from you again, no matter how big I am. I will always need you near. I am still the scared little dragon deep inside.”
The friends hugged and laughed as they sat underneath the glorious oak and watched the forest around them come into bloom with the glorious beauty of life.

You can read more Fairy Tales like this in my book "Finding Fey: A book of Fairy Tales and Poems @ https://www.amazon.com/C-L-Collar/e/B00HIMABJ8/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1472783988&sr=1-2-ent