Comment and I'll write your epilogue or maybe a micro story.
I'll get to them in the order they were conmented. It might take a while though.
31-35, F
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Straylight · 31-35, F
@Stark It had been a trying week for you. Construction on the highway forced you to find a new rout to work, one that means leaving a half hour early every day. On top of that, rent in your apartment is going up, your car is falling apart and a thousand minor annoyances plagued you throughout your week.
But after all that, it was Friday and a ray of sunshine was finally peeking from behind the clouds; the fairy market was in town! It had been months since the last fairy market and you only really window shopped. The elven creatures of the deep woods did not interact with humans, save when there were things they wanted from our world. You had just the sort of thing they looked for, and you knew what you wanted in return.
The sun was setting as you pulled into an improvised parking area. The elves and fairies only came out at night and they would be opening shop soon. A small crowd had formed, idle chatter filled the evening as it grew dark enough for the streetlights to come on. One at the end of the streetlight flickered and went dark for just a moment. When it illuminated again, a winding street that wasnt there before was suddenly visible, it's own lyrical chattering drifting from wooden carts and torch lit booths. The fairy market was open and the crowed excitedly swooped in, taking you with it like the tide.
You squeezed and elbowed your way to get good looks at the wares. A buxom woman with curled sheeps horns growing from her head had several small bottles laid out and promised they could let you have any experience as though it were your first time again. At a wooden cart, an impossibly tall man with hollow eyes had jackalope pups for sale. But the fey people didnt take money for their goods, they traded. You heard a woman near by express interest in what appeared to be a brass tea kettle with a strange aroma drifting from it. The smell made you melancholy and nostalgic for things you could never have again. The merchant, a swarm of tiny winged people, singing in unison, said the cost was usually and early memory of ones mother, but they may let it go for a recurring dream. You didnt stay for the bargaining, you spotted just what you were looking for.
The elf didnt have a stand, but she walked around, oddly dressed in nick necks from town. A human culture fan, you smile at the thought and flag her down, a bargain already forming.
A few weeks later, you've settled into your new place. The cottage, formed by the living weeping willow was quaint, very different from your old place in the city. And you were learning magic! You sometimes wonder how Apple, the elf girl from the market, was fitting in to your old life. Did she assume your identity? Go to your old job? Oh well, whatever she was up to, it was her life now. A fair trade. Well, it was past lunch now. No time to think of your old life, the newest resident of the enchanted woods was going to the dragon races.
But after all that, it was Friday and a ray of sunshine was finally peeking from behind the clouds; the fairy market was in town! It had been months since the last fairy market and you only really window shopped. The elven creatures of the deep woods did not interact with humans, save when there were things they wanted from our world. You had just the sort of thing they looked for, and you knew what you wanted in return.
The sun was setting as you pulled into an improvised parking area. The elves and fairies only came out at night and they would be opening shop soon. A small crowd had formed, idle chatter filled the evening as it grew dark enough for the streetlights to come on. One at the end of the streetlight flickered and went dark for just a moment. When it illuminated again, a winding street that wasnt there before was suddenly visible, it's own lyrical chattering drifting from wooden carts and torch lit booths. The fairy market was open and the crowed excitedly swooped in, taking you with it like the tide.
You squeezed and elbowed your way to get good looks at the wares. A buxom woman with curled sheeps horns growing from her head had several small bottles laid out and promised they could let you have any experience as though it were your first time again. At a wooden cart, an impossibly tall man with hollow eyes had jackalope pups for sale. But the fey people didnt take money for their goods, they traded. You heard a woman near by express interest in what appeared to be a brass tea kettle with a strange aroma drifting from it. The smell made you melancholy and nostalgic for things you could never have again. The merchant, a swarm of tiny winged people, singing in unison, said the cost was usually and early memory of ones mother, but they may let it go for a recurring dream. You didnt stay for the bargaining, you spotted just what you were looking for.
The elf didnt have a stand, but she walked around, oddly dressed in nick necks from town. A human culture fan, you smile at the thought and flag her down, a bargain already forming.
A few weeks later, you've settled into your new place. The cottage, formed by the living weeping willow was quaint, very different from your old place in the city. And you were learning magic! You sometimes wonder how Apple, the elf girl from the market, was fitting in to your old life. Did she assume your identity? Go to your old job? Oh well, whatever she was up to, it was her life now. A fair trade. Well, it was past lunch now. No time to think of your old life, the newest resident of the enchanted woods was going to the dragon races.
Straylight · 31-35, F
@Stark Yep. The idea of a fairy market trading wondrous things for concepts like memories and dreams has been something I've been meaning to out to paper for a while. And usually, when writing fantasy, I lump them under the banner of fey and just make them look how I want. More fairy tales and less like modern fantasy hard rules of elves are this, fairies are this and so forth.
1000PaperCranes · 26-30, F
@Straylight That was a cute one.