The Very Faery Never Ending Fairytale

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Fe el f ree  to a dd y our  own  par agr aph  to t he e nd.

*Naughty little word Faeries scurry to the shadows giggling*

This paragraph is by Cerridwen
     Once upon a time there was a village that thrived in a lush, green valley. In this village lived a great man, whose name was known with reverence. A name which flowed with life as rolled off the tongues of the villagers. Russ....
This paragraph is by Cerr
     Russ....
This paragraph is by Cerr
     His name was Russ...
This paragraph is by Russ
     Once every day, when the sun was setting, the village women would gather to gaze upon Russ. He would stand on the pedistal in his flowing "sun god" robes to be adored by the masses. It was soon to be the "mating time" so the village virgins gathered to chant his praises while throwing small pickles at his feet. To be the next choice of Russ was the highest honor achieveable in this utopian society. Sure, Russ got tired at times, but he couldn't disappoint these women. For, the next in line for his post of "Grand Fertilizer" was the evil Bob Dole. In order to prevent that tragedy, Russ perservered and gave selflessly of himself. This was why he was loved so...
This paragraph is by Cerr
     There lived a neighboring clan, the Newts of Gingrich. They were a dark and brewding bunch. The clan chieftain, known as EyeOf, was devising an evil, sinsister plan to rob Russ of his title and his robes...
This paragraph is by Russ
     The virgins were confused! They asked the wise, elderly matron Moonchild, who was truly cutest. Well, the pickle throwing re-commenced without delay!
This paragraph is by Russ
     *OKAY, NEW STORY BEGINS NOW!***
This paragraph is by Russ
     Naval aviators have always been among the most crass and degenerate individuals the world has ever known. Tonight was no exception at The Rusty Catapult, a favorite hang out of VF-35, the most "officially apologized to the public for", but, un-arguably, the most proficient fighter pilots the world had ever produced. Their newest member had just completed her qualifying check ride and was bellying up to the bar for a beer. Normally, this would be unheard of as the newbie would have been thrown against the best that VF-35 had to offer. The trainee usually went home and called his or her momma and cried about the embarrassment they had endured this day. Not this pilot. In fact the room, usually comparable to a 50/50 mix of Marti-Gras and Kindergarten, went utterly silent upon her arrival. Not only had she defeated every single opponent thrown at her (when the Navy ran out of options, they had actually called in a local Air Force unit!), she literally made her seasoned instructor "check pilot" vomit uncontrolably to the point that it was his illness that caused ground controllers to stop the simulation. As she approached the bartender and ordered her Zima, he asked her name. She replied with, as did all naval pilots, with her call sign... "They call me *Sidhe-wolf*"...
This paragraph is by Russ
     Okay, someone else start one...
This paragraph is by Rav-1
     "I just recieved orders from HQ" She crooned at the bartender "I ship out tomorrow on a double Top Secret Black Op over Baghdad". She hungrily tosses back her drink and askes the bar About a lone soldier sitting at the end of the bar Gazing into nothing. The bartender replies with a concerned warning, Ohh That's the Marine, he just got in from Saudi, he's not one to be playing with Sidhe, Some say he's just Bad News.(dun dun daa)* you're turn*
This paragraph is by Rav-1
     "I just recieved orders from HQ" She crooned at the bartender "I ship out tomorrow on a double Top Secret Black Op over Baghdad". She hungrily tosses back her drink and askes the bar About a lone soldier sitting at the end of the bar Gazing into nothing. The bartender replies with a concerned warning, Ohh That's the Marine, he just got in from Saudi, he's not one to be playing with Sidhe, Some say he's just Bad News.(dun dun daa)* you're turn*
This paragraph is by Russ
     Sidhe-wolf slammed down her Zima, belched rather loudly, and proceeded you yell at the Marine. "Hey! Fuzzball!" The commando looked up slowly. When he saw the source of the insult, he grinned broadly...
This paragraph is by Lizard~
     But another girl sitting behind her caught his attention. She had long curly black hair with copper red streaks. She was wearing a long flowing dress of many different colors. And as she pulled her hair back off of her bare shoulders he saw that her ears were slightly pointed at the top.
This paragraph is by Rav-1
     Our young(ok not so young anymore) strapping lad notices himself in the middle of two very attracted women. He thinks to himself,"Hmmm, why does this seem so familiar?" He quickly shruggs off the thought as mere coincidence, OR was it????
This paragraph is by Lizard~
     Suddenly he noticed that the other girl had appeared beside him. She winked. Her bright almost glowing green eyes caught his attention and drew him in. It was then that he realized that the girl was a faery and was enchanting him. (mwahahahah)
This paragraph is by Rav-1
     Little di our poor hero know the dizzing effect quickly drew him in and as he came to his senses he noticedthat a faery ring was encompassing him and he awoke to find himself.....(Tag your it)
This paragraph is by Lizard~
     alone on a rocky shore. The wind was chilly and the sky was overcast, but he felt warm inside. The sound of Faerie pipes fell upon his ears as the wind wafted the lovely light song down to the shore. He turned his back to the sea and began to climb over the rough gray rocks to the green land beyond.
This paragraph is by AQUARTE
     There he found a great castle, it's walls glowing radiently yet the moon was hidden behind the massive clouds "how could this be" he quietly pondered to himself. he decided to go investigate, what he found there astonished and suprised him. there were many faery flying and dancing upon the buttraces of the great fort. (who's next)
This paragraph is by Elric Dremgard
     Their tails cast a magical glow on the ancient stone work of the mystic castle. Their giggles and chants swooned him and drugged his senses. He felt drawn by their captivating tones and bewitched by their dazzleing beauty.
This paragraph is by Russ
     But, suddenly, he was drawn bact to the physical realm by a resounding, un-mistakable belch! By a single, intense, gastric cry, Sidhe-Wolf showed her displeasure at having to compete for his attention! As if this weren't enough, she proceeded to launch her now empty Zima bottle at the offending woman...
This paragraph is by Russ
     But, suddenly, he was drawn bact to the physical realm by a resounding, un-mistakable belch! By a single, intense, gastric cry, Sidhe-Wolf showed her displeasure at having to compete for his attention! As if this weren't enough, she proceeded to launch her now empty Zima bottle at the offending woman...
This paragraph is by Marnie
     the bottle sailed through the air ... but missed the woman ... and crashed straight into a window! the window shattered into a million pieces... suddenly... the pieces began to move violently on the floor...people started to scream as little crystalized faeries popped up from the debris of glass. some flew... some jumped... and some just layed there... but there wasnt any glass to be found... just faeries... people became insane with fear and started to run away... but then the biggest faery flew into the air and yelled "QUIET!!!" the people stopped dead in there tracks. the faery said..."greetings...my name is Zif ...we come from the land of Zion... where darkness moves at the speed of light and the 9 elementals keep us from destruction... please offer us some cake." so a man ran over to the faeries with his unfinished piece of strawberry shortcake and said " here... uhh... Fiz.. and all the rest of you...you can have this..." the faeries looked hungrily at the cake but then Zif yelled out angryily... my NAME IS ZIF! i am # 1 ... the ruler of all the fae in Zion... do not dare to offend me! Zif then put out his little sparkly arm and comenced to shoot a rainbow ray of lazor light from his fingers right at the man. the man promptly turned into a sheet of glass. Zif turned to the anguish-stricken crowd and said, " here a nice replacement for your window..have a nice day!"
This paragraph is by Marnie
     the bottle sailed through the air ... but missed the woman ... and crashed straight into a window! the window shattered into a million pieces... suddenly... the pieces began to move violently on the floor...people started to scream as little crystalized faeries popped up from the debris of glass. some flew... some jumped... and some just layed there... but there wasnt any glass to be found... just faeries... people became insane with fear and started to run away... but then the biggest faery flew into the air and yelled "QUIET!!!" the people stopped dead in there tracks. the faery said..."greetings...my name is Zif ...we come from the land of Zion... where darkness moves at the speed of light and the 9 elementals keep us from destruction... please offer us some cake." so a man ran over to the faeries with his unfinished piece of strawberry shortcake and said " here... uhh... Fiz.. and all the rest of you...you can have this..." the faeries looked hungrily at the cake but then Zif yelled out angryily... my NAME IS ZIF! i am # 1 ... the ruler of all the fae in Zion... do not dare to offend me! Zif then put out his little sparkly arm and comenced to shoot a rainbow ray of lazor light from his fingers right at the man. the man promptly turned into a sheet of glass. Zif turned to the anguish-stricken crowd and said, " here a nice replacement for your window..have a nice day!"
This paragraph is by Cerridwen Sidhe-Wolf
     And the peasants rejoiced...
This paragraph is by Ferrell
     the two fae women thanked Zif for putting that man to some good use - and he then cast his spell net over the crowd infusing it with a sense of well being and calm - allowing the once tense scene to resume to its former haze of forgetfullness and long forgotten dreams .... a fragrence of will earth & ancient trees swirled around the three transforming Zif into a woman making them The Three - maiden, mother, crone. The mists dissapear back into the body of the mother and they find themselves back at the rugged stone castle. The Ancient One turned to the other two .... "We have deep magick to do on this night. We have been called!" The sounds of howling wolves fills the air ......
This paragraph is by Jade
     and reverberates off the castle walls. As the echoes pass away, all that can be heard is the sound of water lapping gently from the great lake upon whose shore the castle sits.
This paragraph is by Ferrell
     the air around the castle seems to shimmer - the Three simultaneously pause, turning inward, feeling the sense of urgency calling from within the walls. Wolf energies are stronger now, calling, welcoming their Sisters .... a pack emerges from the forest and 3 separate, each moving toward one of the three women. Delightful howling and greetings of long last seen soul comrades (lovers?) go back and forth between the group .... the shimmering intensifies and the sense of urgency pulls them closer to the walls ......
This paragraph is by Lizard returns!
     The three see others approaching the castle. Throngs of Fae, and woodland creatures emerge from the surrounding forest in the endless twilight. They have all been called to attend a festival celebrating the betrothal of a Seelie knight to the daughter of the King of faeries. A huge feast of dew, mushrooms, goat milk and cheese, stalks of heather, pork, and poultry was waiting inside for the guests. From inside the castle the sounds of faery pipes, harps, and drums could be heard echoing all through the forest amd countryside.
This paragraph is by jason
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This paragraph is by Moonfire
     Gia, daughter of the King of faeries, sits and chats with other guests in the middle of the party. She has knee length white hair and bright emerald-colored eyes. Gia slowly strokes her own bondwolf, who is the same color white as her hair. She continues greeting the coming guest, though her voice is without joy...

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