Showing posts with label Wednesday Muse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wednesday Muse. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

The Ice Castle

Photo Credit: Ryan McGuire
It was a castle made of ice. Ice on the windows, ice on the  walls, ice on the floors and ceilings, ice inside and out. Not even the wizard that created it dared to live in it, as it was colder than a penguin's cheek.  

One day a fairy passing by fell in love with the place. She made a deal with the wizard, who built a room just for her. 

All it took was a sun lamp to warm the ice castle and melt its coldness -without destroying the entire place, of course. 

The fairy and the wizard became BFF. They still live there, with their five pet skuas, seven snow petrels and a gnome garden. 

NOTE:
The Ice Castle is open to visitations on Mondays and Wednesdays, from 9:00 am to 10:00 pm. 
Address: 75001 Snowberry, South Pole


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Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Mel's Chocolate Trees

Photo Credit: Glen Johnson
Mel had dreamt about the legendary chocolate trees her entire life. She felt like she already knew them from her grandpa’s tales.

“Bahia is the only place in the world that has chocolate forests,” vô Honório used to say, remembering his youth at his parent’s cacao farm, before putting her to bed. “The fruits hang from the trees by the thousands, shinning like gold. It’s the finest cacao this planet has ever known!”

On the day vô Honório departed, he left nothing but saudade* and glittery golden dreams. Mel jumped onto the midnight bus, borrowed an old canoe and followed his memories up São Francisco River.

When Mel arrrived in Espiritu Santo, they were all there to greet her: the Atlantic Forest, vô Honório’s stories and her beloved chocolate trees.


vô: Portuguese for grandpa.
*saudade: a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia that is supposedly characteristic of the Portuguese or Brazilian temperament.

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Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Wednesday Muse: The Songbird

Photo Credit: Ryan McGuire 

Once upon a time, in a beautiful kingdom near the Loire, there lived a princess called Ciel. She was an adorable little girl, whose curiosity was only surpassed by her great kindness.

When Ciel was old enough to leave the castle, her mother, seeing the princess’s insatiable curiosity, gave her a warning.
“You can take any road you like, my dear, and visit any place in the kingdom… except the Silent Forest. There lives a demon who devours every living being that dares to enter those woods.”

On the last day of Spring, Ciel drifted away from the palace’s garden. She walked for many miles, chasing the last butterflies of the season, giggling with their iridescent tickles. She only noticed she was lost after the sun had hid behind the ancient pines -on the moment when the last butterfly was swallowed by the icy mist that was crawling into the woods.

Ciel looked around and shrieked. She was in the Silent Forest! Remembering the queen’s warning, she ran and ran, looking for a way out of the woods… But the more she ran, the deeper she got into the forest.
Darkness had taken over the place. All she could see was the black silhouettes of the skeletal trees against the moon.
Ciel sat against one of the dead pines and cried. She was cold, tired and hungry, lost and alone in the middle of the Silent Forest. And right then, to make things worse, she heard the demon’s haul. It was her doom.

A lark heard her lament, and came flying to her rescue. Of course, being so small and harmless there was nothing he could do to save the princess from the demon, so he did the only thing he could: he sang. His song was so beautiful that the princess stopped crying and smiled. She forgot all about her hunger, and the cold. She no longer felt alone, because the lark was keeping her company. She didn’t feel afraid anymore either, despite the demon’s haul was getting closer.

Sitting on top of the tree, the songbird could see the light of many torches nearby, right in the outskirts of the forest, approaching from the North. They were looking for Ciel! They weren’t that far from her, but the demon was much closer, and if she stayed there he would find her before her parents could get to her.
The bird decided to bring Ciel to her family, taking her away from the demon’s reach. It so happens that this monster was binded to the forest by a powerful spell, so he couldn’t leave it. If the lark managed to take Ciel out of the forest, she’d be safe.
The lark flew down to her side, landing on her shoulder and looked at her with love, silently asking her to follow him. He then flew towards the light, guiding her through the darkness, with her following close behind. Before long she was out of the forest, back into safety, in her family’s arms.

They were so glad that Ciel was safe, hugging her and kissing her, that they didn’t see the demon’s flaming red glare observing them behind the bushes. As Ciel turned around to thank the lark, the monster swallowed him up.
“No!” she cried. And before the demon could disappear again into the woods, her father shot him with an arrow, killing him instantly. Although everyone cheered the king for having saved the kingdom forevermore from the terrible monster, Ciel cried for losing her friend.

All of a sudden, the monster’s jaws parted wide open… and a song emerged from his entrails. Everyone looked at the demon, still lying on the ground. There was the tiny bird, standing victorious on the monster’s tongue.
Celeste rushed to his side and thanked him, caressing him with gratitude. The king and the queen invited the songbird to live with them at the palace.

They all lived together, happily ever after.


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Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Wednesday Muse: The Land of Fairies

Photo Credit: Glen Johnson

"Accross the land, beyond the sea
the Land of Fairies awaits for me."

Andrea always knew this day would come -she simply never imagined it would arrive so soon. Having postponed this inevitable journey for so long, it was only natural to assume that she’d eventually choose to cancel it. And she would have probably done it, hadn’t life stripped her out of all her presumptive essentials (much too early) and kicked her into the real world.
The house was never really hers. It was Mr. Damborio’s. So she did what she had to do: packed some clothes and a couple of sandwiches in her red backpack, hanged the ”Gone to Fairyland” sign on the doorknob, and kissed Don Genesio goodbye. That was the hardest part.
As she walked to the train station she could still feel his sardine breath lingering on her cheeks. But how could she take him with her, without knowing if she’d manage to find any suitable food that could possibly satisfy his gourmet appetite?

The trip was too long. Over fifteen hours of boredom and uncertainties. She had to leave her own country and cross three foreign states to reach the city of Curitiba. The moment of truth had almost come. One bus and forty minutes separated her from Pitangueira Park.

When the ride was over, she jumped out of the bus and stood at the wild Mata Atlantica blooming before her, greeting her with a profusion of trees and plants of all sorts and kinds. The air was cool and the sun warmed up the glittery path of round pebbles that stretched like a mosaic at the entrance, leading to her final destination. It smelled like jasmines, frankincense and Fairies. It felt just like home.
Andrea took her mama’s picture from her pocket and kissed her cheek one last time before crossing the bamboo bridge that separated Terrosa from the Land of Fairies.


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Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Wednesday Muse: Don Chiche’s trip

Photo Credit: Ryan McGuire

Don Chiche’s trip

“Are we there yet? Don Chiche is hungry! He needs to eat a quindim at the Fenadoce!” said Nenena, hugging her polar bear plushie as hard as her little arms allowed, her big brown eyes glaring at her parents from the backseat of the Fusca. Her older brother Nico, sitting right beside her, shook his head and rolled his eyes.
“We’re almost there, Nenena. Tell Don Chiche he’ll have to wait just a few more miles,” said dad.
Nenena approached her mouth to the bear’s fluffy ear and reported the news. Immediately afterwards, she plugged the bear’s pink smile to her own ear and listened.
“Don Chiche asks if we can take a photo with Betty the Ant.”
Nico snorted.
“Sure, dulzurita. The three of you can take all the pictures you want,” said mom.
Nenena placed Don Chiche on her lap and straightened up his bow tie. It would be so much fun to meet Betty the Ant, Fenadoce’s mascot, thought Nenena. Maybe they could all go on a picnic together after watching Betty’s music show.
“Are there caramels and bonbons there too? Don Chiche wants to know if the Fenadoce is really trully the biggest of all candy fairs in the universe.”
“That’s true, princesa. There’s all that and much more: chocolates, toffees, cupcakes, and all kinds of sweets you can imagine!” said mom.
Nenena and Don Chiche exchanged a sparkling glance.They began bouncing and swirling, celebrating in advance the fantastic fiesta of music and play that awaited them, complete with singing ants and cotton candy trees… until the moment she accidentally stepped on Nico’s foot. And that was it. It was Tug Of War time, and Don Chiche was right in the middle of the vendetta.

Nico pulled.
Nenena kicked.
Nico cursed.
Nenena bit.

And out went Don Chiche, flying through the window, landing right in the middle of route 35.
 “Don Peche!” cried Nenena, standing up on her seat, banging the Fusca’s back window with her tiny fists, as her eyes filled with tears.
Dad stopped the car, jumped onto the road and ran to save him. But -alas- he didn’t get to poor Don Chiche on time. The whole family watched as his red bow disappeared under the massive wheels.
They all held their breaths, while the gigantic beast passed by on torturing slow motion. Nenena’s heart hurt so, she thought it would break. And it almost did. Almost.
Once the monstrous truck disappeared down the road, there emerged Don Chiche, alive and well, his smiling face gleaming at them all.
Dad carried Don Chiche on his shoulders, bringing him back to the car, where he was greeted by all with a feast of hugs and kisses, like a victorious soldier returning from war.

Don Chiche spend the whole weekend in Pelotas like a king, treated with all the respect and honors that corresponded to someone in his position. He got to savor as many quindins and sweets as his furry heart desired, took a hundred pictures with Betty the Ant and experienced all the joys a bear can live with his loving family.

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