Tuesday, December 02, 2008
A Christmas Fairy Tale
I haven't been writing much in my blog, instead I've been busy with the design and type-setting of my books. A Christmas Fairy Tale was released on 26 Nov 08. Here's a sneak peek of it...
Here's what people are saying about A Christmas Fairy Tale:
"Thanks, I loved your story!" K.M. "Beautiful! Thanks!" M.M.
"Lovely Story. Blessings to thee, fair Ilia, and many wondrous joys" N.L. "Thank you so much it was Beautiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifullllllllllll" R.L.
"What a wonderful fairy tale! Keep blessing the world with your delightful writing!" M.S.
"Wonderful story." E.S.
"This is just wonderful!! And I love the way you illustrated it!" D.L.
"Thanks for sharing the wonders and making it real to others, planting
seeds of joy and pleasure in people's hearts! " M.B.
"Your latest story is beautiful and well written. You painted a wonderful
picture with words and made the story become a reality as I read it. "
L.C.
"What a wonderful tale, it was a true delight!" A.D.
"Lovely, lovely!!!!!" M.K.
"What a great story! " M.J.
"Thank you so much for that wonderful story" L.W.
"Charming, Illia. Merry holidays in paradise!" J.A.
Here's a Sneak Peek of the story...
Once upon a time in a land far, far away in a region where dreams come true
and possibilities were endless, there was a bare and bleak community in
which the people thought that miracles truly never existed. The
community sat in eternal twilight at the very bottom of the world
frozen solid in ice because of the freezing temperature. There
were only a few months of the year that the citizens saw sunlight and
even then, it was for only a few hours a day.
Life was difficult to say the least...
Here's what people are saying about A Christmas Fairy Tale:"Thanks, I loved your story!" K.M. "Beautiful! Thanks!" M.M.
"Lovely Story. Blessings to thee, fair Ilia, and many wondrous joys" N.L. "Thank you so much it was Beautiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifullllllllllll" R.L.
"What a wonderful fairy tale! Keep blessing the world with your delightful writing!" M.S.
"Wonderful story." E.S.
"This is just wonderful!! And I love the way you illustrated it!" D.L.
"Thanks for sharing the wonders and making it real to others, planting
seeds of joy and pleasure in people's hearts! " M.B.
"Your latest story is beautiful and well written. You painted a wonderful
picture with words and made the story become a reality as I read it. "
L.C.
"What a wonderful tale, it was a true delight!" A.D.
"Lovely, lovely!!!!!" M.K.
"What a great story! " M.J.
"Thank you so much for that wonderful story" L.W.
"Charming, Illia. Merry holidays in paradise!" J.A.
Here's a Sneak Peek of the story...
Once upon a time in a land far, far away in a region where dreams come true
and possibilities were endless, there was a bare and bleak community in
which the people thought that miracles truly never existed. The
community sat in eternal twilight at the very bottom of the world
frozen solid in ice because of the freezing temperature. There
were only a few months of the year that the citizens saw sunlight and
even then, it was for only a few hours a day.
Life was difficult to say the least...
Labels: Christmas, fairy tale
Ti Ana and The Giant Now Published
Ti Ana and The Giant is a modern day fairy tale for kids 1 -100 years old that is a part of the Earth Series that I have been working on. The Earth Series is in honor of Mother Earth and has poetry, paintings, graphic illustrations and a book.
Here's a Sneak Peek
of...
Ti Ana and The Giant is a modern
day fairy tale for kids 1 - 100 years old.
Here's what people are
saying...
"Awesome. I loved it." C.B.
"Great fairy tale, allegory, really." M.B.
"Thank you--beautiful concept and writing." R.S.T.
"Very Cool!" D.G.
"Thanks for the story. It's cute!" G.M.
"Thanks for the story, I enjoyed it and passed it on to the kids who enjoyed it, too." T.J.
"It is a very interesting tale which held my interest waiting for the next development." L.C.
And, here's a sneak peek of the story...
Once upon a time there was a very curious young girl named Ti Ana who lived
in the Village of Mush. The Village of Mush wasn't always named that, it just became that. A
long, long time ago, at least in kid years, the Village of Mush was called the Village of Lush. It was the envy of the surrounding countryside because of its lush green fields, rolling hills, abundance
of food and gorgeous blooming flowers year round. The Village of Lush had the best of everything: nice weather, bountiful farms, gourmet cooks, thriving businesses, creative artists, great storytellers, the best entertainers and the families were very happy. Of course, in the Village of Lush, it was always spring – never too hot and never too cold. A wealthy land where the people prospered.
Ti Ana could remember attending festivals when she was very small. The fields would be filled with wonderful smells of fresh baked meat pies and sweet pastries, booths with ribbons, dolls and all sorts of neat stuff, stages with musicians, plays, clowns and more.
The surrounding village folks would be invited to participate and have a
jolly time. Children playing, music, adults dancing, crowds of happy people, it was so fun!
But now it just rained...and rained...and rained and all that's left is muck in the Village of Lush, now Mush. The houses had to be moved off the ground and into the trees – but were still so wet that it
was nearly impossible to find a dry place anywhere at all in the village.
Covered rickety bridges had to be built to help the people stay out of the mushy muck and not get drenched while running errands. Day and night the pitter pat of raindrops could be heard. The
people of The Village of Mush attempted to tune it out but there was a constant beat that accompanied everyday life in the village whether the villagers wanted it or not. Every motion, every action was accompanied by the beat of the rain. At first the tinkling of rain drops was like music to the ears.
However, after years and years of rain constantly falling non-stop the sound became discordant background music like an eternal sour note. A sour note that beat into the consciousness of
every resident until it became dull drear daily life. The rain soaked the ground so much that it started to turn into a bog. Streams started but soon became rivers with rapids because there was so much rain. It rained so much that a new lake formed where the rolling hills used to be. And the new lake
filled to the brim of the highest hills chasing the village folks out of their beloved homes and
farms. Many frogs found their way to the new marshy land of Mush to take up residence in the lake. Eventually the frogs got so soaked that instead of croaking the frogs creaked like soggy rusty door
hinges. Eerie fog rose up from the lake to cover the land and the frogs added to the
scariness with their non-stop creaking. The Land of Lush, now Mush sounded and looked like a very scary horror show.
...
Here's a Sneak Peek
of...
Ti Ana and The Giant is a modern
day fairy tale for kids 1 - 100 years old.
Here's what people are
saying...
"Awesome. I loved it." C.B.
"Great fairy tale, allegory, really." M.B.
"Thank you--beautiful concept and writing." R.S.T.
"Very Cool!" D.G.
"Thanks for the story. It's cute!" G.M.
"Thanks for the story, I enjoyed it and passed it on to the kids who enjoyed it, too." T.J.
"It is a very interesting tale which held my interest waiting for the next development." L.C.
And, here's a sneak peek of the story...
Once upon a time there was a very curious young girl named Ti Ana who lived
in the Village of Mush. The Village of Mush wasn't always named that, it just became that. A
long, long time ago, at least in kid years, the Village of Mush was called the Village of Lush. It was the envy of the surrounding countryside because of its lush green fields, rolling hills, abundance
of food and gorgeous blooming flowers year round. The Village of Lush had the best of everything: nice weather, bountiful farms, gourmet cooks, thriving businesses, creative artists, great storytellers, the best entertainers and the families were very happy. Of course, in the Village of Lush, it was always spring – never too hot and never too cold. A wealthy land where the people prospered.
Ti Ana could remember attending festivals when she was very small. The fields would be filled with wonderful smells of fresh baked meat pies and sweet pastries, booths with ribbons, dolls and all sorts of neat stuff, stages with musicians, plays, clowns and more.
The surrounding village folks would be invited to participate and have a
jolly time. Children playing, music, adults dancing, crowds of happy people, it was so fun!
But now it just rained...and rained...and rained and all that's left is muck in the Village of Lush, now Mush. The houses had to be moved off the ground and into the trees – but were still so wet that it
was nearly impossible to find a dry place anywhere at all in the village.
Covered rickety bridges had to be built to help the people stay out of the mushy muck and not get drenched while running errands. Day and night the pitter pat of raindrops could be heard. The
people of The Village of Mush attempted to tune it out but there was a constant beat that accompanied everyday life in the village whether the villagers wanted it or not. Every motion, every action was accompanied by the beat of the rain. At first the tinkling of rain drops was like music to the ears.
However, after years and years of rain constantly falling non-stop the sound became discordant background music like an eternal sour note. A sour note that beat into the consciousness of
every resident until it became dull drear daily life. The rain soaked the ground so much that it started to turn into a bog. Streams started but soon became rivers with rapids because there was so much rain. It rained so much that a new lake formed where the rolling hills used to be. And the new lake
filled to the brim of the highest hills chasing the village folks out of their beloved homes and
farms. Many frogs found their way to the new marshy land of Mush to take up residence in the lake. Eventually the frogs got so soaked that instead of croaking the frogs creaked like soggy rusty door
hinges. Eerie fog rose up from the lake to cover the land and the frogs added to the
scariness with their non-stop creaking. The Land of Lush, now Mush sounded and looked like a very scary horror show.
...
Labels: Earth Series, environment, fairy tale, solutions exist
