Hello Everyone and happy weekend! To celebrate my favorite day of the week, each Friday I will highlight a short story, WIP, or other quip. I will write some of my own, but, also open it up for YOU, dear reader to join in.
If you would like to submit a Friday Fable please see the following guidelines:
1. All content MUST be YA, suitable for a general audience.
2. Fables must not exceed 500 words in length.
3. You must use an unpublished, original fable of your own, it can be a work in progress on its’ way for submission consideration.
4. Email to firstname.lastname@example.org with Fable Fridays in the subject line. Paste the entire fable within the email verbiage, not as an attachment.
If this feature grows in popularity, I will begin hosting a Friday Fables contest. Just not sure yet of the parameters, but, I can think of something.
Happy writing and let’s see what fables you can cook up!
“So, maybe we don’t need to do things we know will bring more fear to us, right?” Indigo asked her momma. Momma agreed, “Yes, Indi, that is one way to look at it. Momma appeared to understand her fears. “I’ve decided I don’t want to watch anymore scary movies. “ Indigo stated matter of factly. Momma reassured Indigo that she did not have to watch anything she was not comfortable with seeing. Indigo and her momma finished their coffee talking of what they would do that day and Indigo felt peaceful once again. It was good to be five years old and time passed once again with Indigo enjoying the simplicity of living on a farm surrounded by a family full of love.
Other than the occasional animal upheaval, life was simple and enjoyable on the farm. They attended church on a regular, yet not strict basis. Indigo’s grandmother imparted upon her how important it is to give thanks and praise to the Lord, even when times seem scary and sad. Indigo studied the Bible enough to memorize a few favorite verses and enjoyed it when the Bible Lady visited her grade school.
For as long as she could remember, Indigo felt a connection to the people who did not share bodily space on the earthly plane. Indigo did not quite understand these beings could be angels. She was just as content to call them her friends. The first time Indigo recalled inadvertently summoning her “guardian angel” friend was in the form of her best friend, Sally. Indigo was just into the summer of tuning six years old when she discovered Sally. Indigo was sitting alone on the swing set and felt a presence on the swing next to her. When she looked, she knew no one was there, but she could feel someone. Indigo’s mind simply understood that someone named Sally was now there to keep her company. It was as natural as the sunrise.