Revamping

It has been a little while since this story has been outlined. The writer--Me, has made some major life changes during the past few years... At the same time Sybella's Faery TELL has brewed in the writer's mind and become a different story.

As a non-fiction writer of journalistic works, the bottom line is always Truth and Facts. It would stand to reason some time might be required for the creative nature to emerge. Not to mention for a journalist to obtain permission, even if only personal permission, to write--what would amount to a heap of lies and deceptions. After all non fiction is absolutely the opposite of fact.

Or is it?

Truth be told, this old blog and all the words written before today, is the basis for the development of a journalist trying to find words of fiction. The transformation of a writer of facts to a writer of imagination. The greatest difference between the two types of writing is Permission to re-write the whole story! Just because the words were written one way in the past does not limit a fiction writers rights to completely change everything and forget the direction of the past. 

Breaking the fourth-plain, this writer is announcing the prior entries here are but an outline and formation of the direction Sybella's Faerie TELL's will eventually take readers. And, now the real stories will be written.

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Sybella a Fae TWithchy

Another morning, with the sunlight greeting Sybella through her chamber windows. As lonely as it is for her to live alone with Her King in the beautiful castle she does find it's comforts, indulgences, and royal qualities to be quite seductive.

To wake, with near full circle of the morning light has an unbelievable effect on her entire day. With exception of the routine facts of life, the kiss of the strong, hot sun each morning has a trance like effect, ALL OVER Sybella!

With the fact, of the season of the year, morning dawns with the coldest of winds, and the heat of the sun so wanting to cause the cold to submit, surrender, take the wind!

Sybella, wakes these cold mornings with the knowing that by the end of the day she WILL feel the heat of the sun--even if only for a moment... if, only in the dreams of her own mind. She simply cannot resist the effort of the early spring sun...and the struggle of it all.

At this time of the season, Sybella finds her own chambers can be filled with all the tools, and luxuries any winter weary fea could dream during the submission she so loves as summer tries to take her winter lonely all away...

The word crafter in her could not resist the need to allow Sybella not only time and priveledge to lounge in the pleasure of watching and feeling the sun try so hard, but also a place to allow herself to let her TWitchy side out for the morning... She had thought to write a new page and let that part of the fae she is free... but, then felt lead to use a completely different notebook and mark it clear "Fiction." Noted too a top a new page...keeping these words locked in her magic box just to be sure the wrong eyes didn't happen to take read.

She just had to find a place to let herself be TWitchy and thought to write a story about the world that happens in her own Chambers... and then decided to go take a long soak in the royal bath.

Perfect Protection

For a crafter of words the mere sight of blank page is cause to fill it. Sybella has always found the seduction of empty white space impossible to avoid filling. As in all things however the word often cuts two ways. Some beautiful splendid words of awesome wonder may fall on page...also too however some words are quite the other.

Sybella by mere necessity of free expression learned many years ago, while still a child that some words are not wise left in open sight of the wrong eyes.

For many times the discovery of the print on page has burned her at the stake of another's authority! As an innocent young Faery some words found by her parents struck fear to their very foot! They had seen far too much of the Sybella Faery Fey to even know true or not one word found. And, as Sybella became electric with Life her words were often very grounding!

Or, as once the case--ending of the dance of youths first young love. Drat, that her mother had to discover the words written by imagination rebellion.

She had after-all at that step of life in Thisworld, not yet even flashed more then mere twinkle... however, her words found said quite a different story. It was that episode of youthful learning Sybella found charm to continue her writing--and not be mistaken as of Thisworld.

She discovered one word written top the page was the Bridge to the Otherworld of Words Freedom. Sybella, found in the still of the night, under the light of the moon a word that would become her dome of perfect protection.

The word was simple: FICTION

Sybella had innocently discovered a magic key which would unlock ALL the Doors for flights of faery fancy to last the rest of her time in Thisworld. Sybella had discovered the shield of her freedom written and the circle of it's protection.

Sybella's discovery was so much Power she should have blown to the Otherworld right that moment! Instead, she choose to hold it keep it and not allow herself to give it out in release--not like a Witch does. Not to the world Above and Not to the world Under--Sybella stored the power where it would make the magic only a faery knows to cause travel to the Otherworld, of Ecstasy.

Pity, the witch would just give it away...