Color of Joy: a Friday Fictioneer Story | The Eclectic Writer Blog

 I knew I was dreaming. How? One: I was spinning around in small seat with an umbrella over us attached to the center spinning motor by a metal arm. Two: A sound of what I remember is joy escaped from the other riders as we spun faster. I even caught that sound in my own …

The Other Princess Tower │ Eclectic Writer Blog

The sun rose with brilliant yellows and oranges warming the Earth from the cool night, absorbing the dew from the atmosphere to be stored and reapplied the next morning. The wildwood critters started scurrying out of their holes into another day of life in the forest. A white stallion, saddled in its finest, carried yet …