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X Angel Senior Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 1521Oregon 
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Once upon a whisper, somewhere between starlight and an angel's sigh. When the earth was but a babe, a lover's tale began to unfold. It's not a tale of happily ever after, or even forever. Sadly so, it was a tale of love denied, love transpired, love gone awry. For see, this giant brute of a bear loved a frail butterfly, with a passion so intense and all-encompassing that he thought not of anything but her, and her bright beauty. All was lost without her. He must have her. He must posess this rare jewel for his own. So he set out upon a brave quest, to win fair flier's heart. To his cave he carried flowering gift after flowering gift, to be planted there in forest glen. Tenderly he placed them in piney soil, watered them with his own tears. Watched them strive for the light, and slowly begin to grow. Then he made a carpet of softest moss, to cushion his fair love's rest. Deep within the cave's dark realm, he made a fairy home for her. Covered rocks with shimmering soils, and painted love with his huge paws. Soon, when all was ready for Butterfly Maid, he set upon his mightiest quest. To bring her nigh to his own heart, and make her love his own. 'Pon reaching meadow, lush and full, he spied her there on fragrant flower. Calling to her, gentle and mild, he soon found her by his side. He told her of his fairy glen, deep in forest cool. He whispered of his radiant love for her. True and steady and sure. Soon, she felt a quick'ning pulse and hastened to be his own. And on the journey home, she fluttered and floated, sailing free 'pon summer's light breeze. Coming to rest on his giant rough hide from time to time, as she tired during the journey from the meadow's verdant beauty. And through the mountain trails, and deepest forest glens, she hovered and fluttered, and wondered how such a great creature as he could love one as tiny and weak as she. Enchanted was she, by his tender loving words, and gentle quiet ways. And on reaching forest home, enchanted again anew, for the flowers gleamed bright. Like jewels scattered 'pon cushioned forest floor. The cave welcomed her home with sweet and frangrant smiles. The bed was warm and safe. Her lover, strong and wise, quiet and reassuring. Day by day their love grew, as summer's warmth waned into fall. Oh, he longed to hold her to him. To caress her silken wings, to touch her glittering beauty. One day, she fluttered nearer, feeling the same need. And as he enfolded her in loving embrace, a showering a coloured feathers fell from her wings. Like petals freed from spring flowering tree, to fly free and fall to waiting earth. Neither noticed in their joyous touch, neither saw her life begin to fade. Feather by feather. As their feelings melded into flame, their hearts inseparable soon became. He held her tight in longest night; cuddling, caressing, blessing fate. Day by day her feathers fell, til at last she looked dull and brown. All her colours faded fast, in a loving embrace that couldn't last. Winter neared, as she faded away, feather by feather, as the garden he planted for her faded, petal by petal. Her love prepared for winter's rest, and soon was cozy in his nest. Wrapped in his tender love, the butterfly soon fell into deepest sleep. She dreampt of meadows bright and fair, and dreamed herself flying there. Day and night passed her by, while she in her dreams began to die. 'Pon waking in greening spring, the giant bruin for his love reached fast. But in her place were shattered feathers and a puff of dust. In his heart he mourned her demise, but he never quite understood that she was meant to fly. A butterfly such as she could never be a mate for a giant bear such as he. The Moral of this tale you see, is that Butterflies and Bears just do not mix! [This message has been edited by X Angel (edited 08-28-2000).] |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Well now - I knew I liked this before I got as far as the second paragraph... What a wonderful story... It makes me want to illustrate it..  You think it's long, eh? I'm sitting here thinking of all the ways it could be expanded... and what wonderful things you could do with the ending... I can't wait to see those revisions you promised... |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Heather, me likes mucho! Hmm...p'raps you can pass this on to Doreen or Skyfyre for illustration. Or Nan, since she still has time before school starts to begin. I'm sure we can fill her time like nobody's business.  |
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X Angel Senior Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 1521Oregon |
Ali and Nan...you two are adorable and I love you more than I love a double shot latte after a long sleepless night. Thanks so much for giving this feedback, I honestly think I like to write prose, but it is such an unknown for me...can either of yas find me a great illustrator????  *hugs* ~Heather |
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LoveBug
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Member Elite
since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
Aw... such a sad story, but so well-written. You are great at writing prose! Keep it up! "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde "The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief" -Shakespea |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Ah, an excellent piece of work, indeed... regards, sudhir |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
...Well now. now well... This is quite the interesting tale. I see it as an analogy and also as a moral, not to mention funny with that last statement. Quite the piece you've worked up here! I like, I like!  |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
I liked this Heather! Got a real fairy tale feel here, I could almost see the full color illustrations! Enjoyed the tale and the moral Abrahm Simons "Keep on dreamin' boy 'cause when you stop dreaming it's time to die" - Blind Melon |
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