Wfs Stories

Know that my name does not matter, what I am however, probably does. I am a faery; one of the fey, the immortal fey. I write this now because an old friend told me that it's time to move on. I suppose it is. But to move on I must first reconcile myself with the past. I cannot hide any longer, let the years eat away at my soul. I must face the past, in the battlefield of my mind- with only pen and parchment to aid my fight. But I will not stall any longer; your curiosity must be killing you. Here is how it all began...

These are my stories for the assignments and prompts, as said in the name. Inclusive are "Teen Programme," which was awarded a spot on the LGBTQ+ Sun-kissed anthology, and "Merged," which got into the top 100.

Meet Alice as she's visiting her grand parents in West-Bury. She's never known anything about this place but boy is she about to find out more then she bargained for

You know the story or that's what you think... They found that box. That box full of secrets. Secrets that at this point can no longer be controlled. You found a diary there, do not begin to make haste conclusions because, I think it's better if I tell you the story. I know what I'm talking. I am very close to what I will tell you. Do you believe in fairytales? I do. One Chapter for a whole story. Why more? Sometimes you should not do more than one chapter to tell a great story. A short story for #westburyfaerycontest

What if you knew faeries existed? But what if you had to protect that secret at all costs? Eve has been chosen by the original Westbury Faery to help protect her secrets and everything that lies with them. But to protect her, Eve has to join the one place determined to expose her. The WFS. Can Eve protect everything she has been entrusted with from the humans who will stop at nothing to reveal them?

Nobody knows who she really is. They call her the Westbury faery. There's not much to say about her. Nobody knows where she came from or why she ever comes. Only a few have seen her and they weren't even sure if what they saw was real. Well that was until Rose Green went for a hike in the forest wandering wherever.

Tim was bit by a strange insect in the cemetery. the bit didn't hurt till it did... He felt pain he didn't feel before, he became dizzy and the world rotated underneath him and he flew through time. He saw things he didn't expect to see and knew new information about a world he never knew it exists.

A vacation on another place, another city, another country. Just a Weekend. Just 3 days. No more. Friday, Saturday and Sunday. What could go wrong? A flash fiction story for #westburyfaerycontest

Do faeries truly exist? The World Faery Society (WFS) is determined to answer that question by investigating its biggest mystery yet: The Westbury Faery. Is she real? And if so, who is she and what is her story? But the WFS can't do it alone; the Society needs your help in writing her story. Explore the evidence, read theories and stories put forth by others, and write your own tale about The Westbury Faery's origins. The WFS will shortlist 100 of the most imaginative stories and theories about The Westbury Faery, and 20 winners will be published by Tiny Owl Workshop in a beautifully illustrated book in 2017. You can write flash fiction stories between 100 to 500 words or short stories between 1,500 to 3,000 words. Be sure your stories examine the question: Who is The Westbury Faery and what is her story? Contest entires closed on February 28th, 2017 but can be contributed ongoing at anytime! With your help, the WFS will be even closer to uncovering the mystery of The Westbury Faery.

Selected to be published by @worldfaerysociety I Believe is a flash fiction about a Faery who turned human to prove the existence of love.

She was every second he was alive, every tear he shed, every laugh he threw into existence. She was the days and nights he spent smiling when she crossed his mind, the times he cried as he clutched the only remnants of her that remained. She was his betrayal. She was the broken promise he had hidden away and attempted to hide, the secret he hoped that no one would ever find. It was like some twisted love story, one that claimed perfection but hid darkness beneath a glamour. It preached of conversations and beauty; childish innocence and bittersweet endings. No, it was a tale of a madwoman, fear and splitting souls and all the things that the drunkard had thought he could hold onto. This is the tale of Philip Ripton and everything that he lost. *Westbury Faery Contest Winner*