Short story – Kaye Draper Author

August 18, 2020August 11, 2020

D is for Dryad, Flash Fiction

This flash fic bit originally appeared on my old blog, and was a post in the April “Blogging A to Z challenge.” It is an excerpt from my novel, Kelpie.

Adhene made his way through the old forest to the clearing, careful not to make a sound. The wind ruffled his long, golden-blond hair and he grimaced, hoping the breeze wouldn’t carry his scent to the creature he so carefully stalked.

She dozed in her apple tree, and her grayish skin and wild, tumbled brown hair blended into its bark. If he was anyone else, he wouldn’t have been able to see her. Even another fey sometimes had to strain to see the Dryads in their trees, but Adhene was elven; he drew his power from the earth and her living things and he could sense even the smallest variation in her rhythms.

He ghosted nearer, smug that it had been so easy. An airy voice stopped him in his tracks. “Out for a stroll elf?” He tried to look unaffected as he stared into eyes the color of the sky.

“You are fortunate,” he said lightly. “If I was hunting you, you would be dead.”

She unfolded and dropped to the ground, coming to stare up at him, hands on her hips, and a defiant look in her eyes. “Just try it,” she dared.

Adhene moved with the grace of a dancer, grasping both of her arms as she tried to dart behind her tree. She struggled, but he towered over her. It was no contest. He bent, bringing his mouth to her throat, his lips curving upward as he felt the rapid pulse beneath her smooth silvery skin.

She gave up struggling and melted into his embrace as he trailed kisses along her neck and shoulder. Standing on her tiptoes, she ran her fingers through his hair, making no protest as he bore her down onto the carpet of wild flowers that grew near her tree.

***

Adhene made his way back to Underhill with a song on his lips. He was a creature of sunshine and growing things, and life radiated from him, bright and vibrant. He had nearly reached the hill when panic rose up within him. Something foul was in his forest, something choking and evil. Pain sliced through his head, and a panicked cry for help echoed in his mind.

He knew. He denied it, even as he turned on a heel and dashed back the way he had come, flowing toward the far end of his territory like the wind through the trees. But he was too late- far, far too late.

The meadow lay in ruins, scarred and twisted by the tracks of the big trucks that had trundled through the place. He stared at the sawed off stumps of the trees, something rising through him. His eyes found the silvery skin of the apple tree where it lay on the ground. A group of humans were sawing the wood into more manageable pieces, joking and laughing as they went about their work, oblivious to the beautiful creature that lay murdered behind them.

The rising feeling crested inside Adhene and a gray numbness settled over him. He calmly walked into the meadow, dropping the glamour that kept him from the humans. They stared at him in surprise- a beautiful, robed man with hair like sunshine, and eyes like emeralds. It would be the last sight they ever saw. The light inside him was extinguished as he painted the meadow red with their blood.

Turning his back on the scene, he said a word and magic settled over the meadow. The small creatures in the area scurried out of the way, just as all the fallen trees burst into flame. Cleansing fire washed away all traces of the humans, and a creature of light and goodness with darkness in his heart began to follow the tire tracks back toward town.

August 11, 2020August 11, 2020

C is for Changeling, Flash Fiction

This flash fic bit originally appeared on my old blog, and was a post in the April “Blogging A to Z challenge.”

Changeling- a being in West European folklore and folk religion, typically described as the offspring of a fairy, troll, elf, etc. that has been secretly left in the place of a human child.

I put my feet on the bleacher seat, curling up so my chin rested on my knees, hiding my freakishly long legs. The rest of the girls’ basketball team ran up and down the court, preparing for the weekend game.

My breath puffed out and I hugged my elbows, easily reaching them around my legs. One of the other bench warmers was staring at me, so I dropped my arms and averted my gaze. I was too clumsy to play basketball—something I had expressed to my mother only yesterday. I closed my eyes as I recalled Mom’s expression as she glared up at me, drawing herself up to her full height, which put her head at about my mid-chest (and then only because of her two-inch heels). “Look at you,” she had said in exasperation, “you’ll be an amazing player someday.” She waved her hand at me in one of those all-encompassing gestures. “You just have to grow into it.” Then she had sighed and given me a stubborn look. “All teenagers are awkward, Lena, it gets better with age. I would die to be as tall as you are.”

I snorted at the memory, and the gawker down the bench raised her eyebrows. Sick of being on display, I stood and headed to the locker room. Practice was almost over, and if I hurried, I could change before I was surrounded by a sea of curvy midgets.

I threw on a t-shirt, jeans, and a baggy hoodie that hid my flat, slender body. Then I pulled my long, ash colored hair into a messy ponytail and slipped out the back door of the gym. I heard footsteps approaching and ducked around the corner, but it was just Ian. I popped out from my hiding spot and he jumped, his hearing not nearly as acute as mine. I could hear frequencies only a dog would notice, I thought, rolling my eyes.

I slipped my backpack over my shoulder and fell into step beside my childhood friend. “Long time no see,” I said, sizing him up. “I see you still haven’t had that growth spurt yet.”

He hunched his wide shoulders defensively, then, catching himself, he stood up taller. Poor guy. He was the shortest one in our class, left behind when the rest of the guys had shot up to adulthood. Next to me he looked like an ant.

“And you haven’t stopped growing,” he groused, his blue eyes darting upward and away. I shrugged, trying not to give him the satisfaction. It wasn’t my fault that trolls were taller than humans.

I clenched my teeth. I was a changeling, swapped at birth with my parents’ human child. I had no idea what had happened to the human baby, but here I was, unwanted by my magical kin.

I plastered a smile on my face so Ian wouldn’t ask me what was wrong. Leaning close, I ruffled his thick brown hair. “Aww… cheer up shorty. C’mon, I’ll buy you ice cream.”

He slapped my hand away and glared, his eyes snapping with blue fury. “Knock it off Amazon!”

I kept walking, and he followed. “Since you’re buying, I’m getting a large shake.”

I grinned and nodded. “Sure,” I said in a motherly voice, “a growing boy like you needs all the help he can get.”

Originally published April 3rd, 2012 on the WriteMe blog

May 26, 2020May 26, 2020

New Short Story!

There’s a new Gesa’s Menagerie short story available now! You can download the MOBI or Epub file for free by signing up for my email list. OR you can purchase it in store here.

At Oisin’s insistence, Gesa and her pride schedule a date night. After all, what parents wouldn’t need a break from a pair of powerful twin toddlers who can shape shift into teething pups?

But, as usual with her damned pride, things don’t exactly go according to plan. Unless you’re a deviant fae or a kinky kraken with a taste for blood and sex…to them it’s just a fun night out…. Whose idea was this whole pride thing again?