http://slow.writerscafe.org/elvenwonder The original writings of author E. L. Foley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776108677 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A short short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/912267/ Done as a character-building exercise for a creative writing class a while back--I'm trying to decide whether I want to use the character in a full story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/566092/ I was at Dunlothian--this was before I went to Camelot, back when AuntMorgan was still in the habit of guilting me into visiting my mother--and onmy way to the stables. I was startled to see Gareth. A courtier had died a fewdays ago, the father of one of his dear friends, and so I assumed that he wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/566081/ ”Mordred, tell me what happened.”    I could not hold back my tears. I had come to Aurora, not even thinkingafter what had happened, but did not know what I wanted from her.    ”Mordred, you are shaking. Why...Mordred, why is there blood in yourhair?&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/566013/ When Nimue discovered that Aunt Morgan had taken me from Dunloth-ian, she was furious. I have rarely seen her so angry. Apparently, when shefound out about the wall incident--and I would actually rather not know howshe came upon that particular piece of information--she rushed over to getme out of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/562453/ She had so much to teach me. I do not think that there was a single daythat I lived in that castle without learnings something. Some of it I woulddo well to forget, but I think that on the whole, I would not trade what Ilearned for anything.    Aunt Morgan began by teaching me chess. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/562452/ It is cold so cold I do not know where the wind comes from.  I can hearit, hear it all around but I do not can not escape or get it out of my head.Dry place to stay tonight, glad to have found, but the wind is still all aroundfollowing me chasing me and I do not know how to get away from its ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/562450/ Somehow, it seems appropriate that she was angry the first time I sawher. That was the emotion that seemed to define her until her entry into theconvent.    I was lying in bed, when she burst in, dragging Lot by the collar"-a sightwhich I would pay most dearly to see again. &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/562449/ Those first days at Dunlothian were confusing, but mostly lonely--probablythe most alone I have felt until recently. I spent my time wandering the darkhalls, longing for the open sky and smell of the sea air. I still dream ofthat; endless corridors, nowhere to go, but dreading that I would run intom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/562444/ Aurorais my dearest friend and though I have tried to keep myself fromthinking too much about her--well, about everything , I suppose--Icannot help but feel guilty that I have not spoken to her in so long. I miss her. It is weak and these emotions do not really me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/561821/ MordredGwrlias Uther Pendragon but those names do not belong to me I do notwant them take them back. Came across a man in the woodstoday--asked me my name so I told him Adambut the questions where did you come fromhe kept asking made me nervous. I am not usually a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/561819/ Thevoices in the forest are coming and going. I hear them and thinkthey are real, but cannot be entirely certain, can never be entirelycertain. But there they are and they are hunting me and I will neverlet them get me again, not again will I be held for traitor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/561817/ Humansare a forgetful race.  Their history is replete with examples ofrepeated mistakes, and each age shows the same sins resurfacing. This forgetfulness is not quite as tragic as we might imagine,however.  They all remember my father, but few remembe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/561808/ My studieswere a bit disjointed, divided between the tutelage of Nimue and AuntMorgan and disrupted by the time I had to spend . Life in CaerMorgana was pleasant, if a bit strange. It was not, however, sostrange as most believe it would have been. If Aunt Morga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/561807/ Coffeefilters with buildings sketched on them had been taped up all overthe red brick walls of the apartment. The draft from the windowsthat wouldn't quite close fluttered them faintly, like soft giggling. When he was struck by the mood--visited by a muse, he liked to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/560953/ In the beginning, God said, "Let there be interaction,"and so the Universe Was.Reality began when Separability ceasedand from all the probabilities, a single state arose.Particles caught in entanglement,information rippling out at the Speed of Light.The Big Bang echoed through Eternity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/557882/ A bookstore clerk in a small tourist town finds her life changed by a group of college students who move next-door for the summer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/554975/ Simple musing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/554119/ I find tetrameter so much easier than pentameter, for some reason. Reading Alice in Wonderland and a book on the effect of consciousness on quantum mechanics got me thinking about choices. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/553144/ They were saying a new face had been seen on the esplanade: a lady with apet dog. Odd that I heard about her before I saw her, but she was on snatchesof conversations for days. It was the dog that got them talking, consideringtheir rarity since the epidemics. That she is walking, and here, bespeaksw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/552421/ An artist designing hyper-realistic virtual worlds that dominate society in the wake of massive epidemics, struggles with the highly stratified class system and friendship with a lovely hacker. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/552414/ ”NIMUE” The shout rang throughout Caer du Lac, louder than nat-urally possible and seeming to resonate in the very walls. I shivered undermy covers and wondered who might be calling for the woman who had takencharge of me. ”NIMUE, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? YOU HAVE INTER-FERRED WITH THE .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/552412/ Nimue was mortal when she married Merlin and he was still mainly just abard. The details I get from her are sketchy, between her flightiness andher unwillingness to talk about it. I do know that they married for love,and"though she does not say it"she loves him still.    Merlin began .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/552407/ It is difficult to know where to begin with Aunt Morgan.  There seems tobe more to her than will fit into one person, much of it entirely incongruous,but nonetheless true. And so I think I might begin with what she was toothers before attempting what she was to me.   To most of the hu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/552405/ I cannot really remember the journey from that home to Dunlothian. Look-ing back, I would assume that for the sake of expedience we crossed in andout of Faerie, which cuts down on the physical distance--though I did not payenough attention to my lessons in Magical Mechanics to really understandwhy. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/552404/ I understand that writing this account will not have any significant impacton my legacy, but as I am running from crimes that no amount of explanation can excuse, being driven mad by my conscious and the inevitability of the family legacy, I might as well leave my side of the sto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elvenwonder/552403/ Iwas about five years old when I learnedthat I was the son of the greatest king who ever lived.  Itmarked the end of the happiest time of my life. 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