Westburyfaerycontest Stories

Faeries are real. Finding one is hard. But proving their existence is harder. A woman's heart is said to be an ocean, holding deep secrets. But I, Grace Ellen, won't sink along with my darkest secret. Who is the Westbury Faery? And what is her story?

Can you imagine what it feels like to completely trust that one single person. They had always been in your life and it was impossible to even imagine passing a day with out them. I had given everything to Lauren, my best friend and instead she turned her back on me and walked away. Her figure was disappearing further and further into the dusk, as I reached out my fingers to grasp her, to tell her to come back. But it was too late, she had done something that had broken me completely... She left me... I am the Westbury Faery and this is my story. Thanks leaving_forever for making such an amazing cover❤️

Is it a plane? is it a bee? Or can it be a fucking fairy? The skepticism is strong with this one, says Professor McDeldue, he has been made fun of plenty of times with his unfortunate anagram of a surname. He knows that what he says is true and he knows the ignorant will always make fun of those who will always be proven right in the end, on his website, he compares himself to Galileo and Da Vinci. Having invented the Fairy Detector, it was a highly complicated machine capable of displaying information and colors into people's eyes. He had helpers from the far eastern land of China to manufacture it. His grandson watches and nodded at every word he said. Slowly watching the dementia eats and devour him.

Short story entry for the Westbury Faery competition.

The faery of Westbury. Who are her friends and how did she get here? What does she believe in? Get to know the Westbury faery and discover the unusual circumstances leading to her arrival in Australia.

What happened after Phillip left Tasmania ? Why are there so many holes in his story ? Who is the Westbury faery really ? Join Willow on a dangerous escapade to find out the truth of the Westbury fairies and uncover what seems to be missing of Phillip's life history .

Who is the Westbury faery? Does it even exist? I intend to use every skill I have learned as a journalist to discover the truth, once and for all.

I originally wanted to enter this to the Westbury Faery Contest, but I think this is more like a spin-off, since I personally thought more about Grace than the faery (I'm so sorry Willow). But yeah, so, I hope you enjoy. I might write more dark-kind of one shots here. Thank you for reading!

It began with a love story. The moment Lauren and Philip met in Cork, Ireland it led to the courting and marriage of Lauren Hamilton. Though not far from England, Lauren's past was soon to beset the newly married couple. *i hope y'all enjoy reading it!!*

Long ago, in the woods of a small town near Westbury, Tasmania, a legend was whispered about a mystical being and her story...

'Clap if you believe in Faeries.' Children were the first to report winged creatures, human-like in form but no bigger than the ring finger. These children were ridiculed and sent to asylums to cure their 'imaginations'. They quickly learnt to be silent but to 'clap their hands in delight' to convey faery rings to other seers. Few people realise the nursery rhyme, 'If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands!' is derived from faery chasers. (Page 27, The Beginner's Guide to Faery Watching, By World Faery Society.)

A legal documentation of transcripted recordings following two anonymous youths, regarding their interest in the Westbury faerie, and their disappearance.

The truth of who the Wesbury faery really is...

Do you know, what love is? Me neither. But I know possession.

This work tells the story as two species established such a pure friendship, despite the problems between both species

Thank you to everyone who gave me support in the contest :)

Time is a strange thing if you are immortal.

This is my entry into the 'Westbury Faery Contest'. Dearest Grace, I have grown old and tired. Nowadays my mind always goes back. The memories have never tarnished, never grown dim. Some of the memories still make me tremble, still make me sad but others... others make me smile and remember the joy in my heart.... (This is in Two Parts)