The Westbury Faery may not be as kind and loving as people anticipate. In addition to being a beautiful beacon of worship in the Westbury Forest, she is also a trickster and thief. Her mysterious aura has yet to be broken, but there may be only a matter of time before people learn of her true intentions.
Entry for the Westbury Faerie Contest.A tale of ancient times when men asked The Fey to help them fight off the invading hordes and defend their homes.If you like it, please remember to vote - Thank you
Is the Westbury Faery real? If so, who is she and what's her story?Oh yes, the Westbury Faery is very real and she isn't someone you want to cross. Unfortunately, no one told Lauren. Philip has made the ultimate sacrifice to save his one true love and this is the note he left behind. This is my entry for the #WestburyFaeryContest, hosted by @WorldFaerySociety. Word Count: 498©Missy De Graff 2017 | Wattpad
I am the westburyfaery and this is my name #westburyfaerycontest
Fairies aren't real. They're something that exists in the minds of children or madmen. Right?Not anymore.There was always something strange about Westbury. It was one of those towns that always had a magical feel to it. You'd never expect little flying creatures, though.-A book written by Rachel Andrews and Manisha Maharajh for the Westbury Faery contest! We aren't professional writers, but we hope you enjoy our theory and version of the story!
I found this letter in my mother, Nessie's drawer after she died. It's from a very special lady, my Grandma Ellie. They were both beautiful women, inside and out. This letter is delightful, and I couldn't go letting it waste away in an old drawer. So I pass this on to all of you.
[Shortlisted story.]What is love if not sacrifice?Discover the final day Philip and his wife Lauren spent together and the frail yet magical bond they shared.- Feedback is always welcome, thank you for reading. -
When Philip Ripton accidentally broke the tea caddy he and his deceased wife, Lauren, recieved as a wedding gift, he thinks nothing of it. It's a tea caddy, after all, and he's never even used it. He has much larger things to worry about, like fleeing from his old home and the accidental murder he is being accused of.But the tea caddy was not just a tea caddy. It held the spirit of a very ancient, very vengeful faery. And it doesn't care who it hurts. It just wants revenge on the human race.*Picture credits to the Westbury Faery Society!
The Westbury Faery. That is what I am now called. I've been here, for what feels like an eternity... wondering how this all came about. Why? Why did everything I loved have to be torn apart to save this world? I know that is selfish thinking for a "hero", but what am I supposed to think? Come and follow me... down the forgotten paths... where all you know fades away and where my memories wrap around the trees like mist. Then you shall understand why I am the way I am.(This is for the Westbury Faery Contest.) (I do not own any pictures.) #westburyfaerycontest
#135 in Fantasy!Who is The Westbury Faery and what is her story?Willow was getting restless. It had been days, since she and her grandfather had reached out to the internet to help them out. Willow's grandfather had patiently waited through the days, whilst Willow had resigned to impatiently wringing her hands and walking around outside her grandfather's room. So she was surprised when she got a direct message from one of the people who had been eagerly following this mystery, telling her that they had cracked it completely.**Credit for this amazingly beautiful cover goes to @MoreBooksMoreJoy
Know that my name does not matter, what I am however, probably does. I am a faery; one of the fey, the immortal fey. I write this now because an old friend told me that it's time to move on. I suppose it is. But to move on I must first reconcile myself with the past. I cannot hide any longer, let the years eat away at my soul. I must face the past, in the battlefield of my mind- with only pen and parchment to aid my fight. But I will not stall any longer; your curiosity must be killing you. Here is how it all began...
Adelaide chose to tell me about her journey. Now I can tell you...
When Philip Ripton married Lauren McNeil, he did not realize just how much she would change his world. From old Irish family names to magical coins and mysterious creatures, there was definitely more to Lauren's history that met the eye. #Westburyfaerycontest
A history has a tale to tell so be aware of everything that's surrounded you. --------My Great Grandpa's memoir-----------
My Second entry into the Westbury Faery contestA faeries daring escape from the strange humans calling themselves the SYM. And her encounter with compassionate humans.Flash fiction: 487 words
Faeries are real. Finding one is hard. But proving their existence is harder.A woman's heart is said to be an ocean, holding deep secrets.But I, Grace Ellen, won't sink along with my darkest secret. Who is the Westbury Faery? And what is her story?
Kelly knows she's not crazy. Not that anyone will believe her. When Kelly meets Celeste, a girl her age in the forset claiming to be her cousin, she has someone who isn't her friend out of pity. Someone who doesn't know her secrets. Someone who could help her.Celeste has secrets too.Even more, than Kelly could imagine.When she finds Kelly, she knows what her father wants her to do. But Kelly is blood. Kelly is Celeste's first friend. And maybe, just maybe, Celeste has a secret she's hiding from even herself. A secret that could change everything.
Willow Beck would do anything to prove that the Westbury Faery exists, but Willow's desperate hunt for the truth might cost her everything.⭐️This is a short story WINNER for the Westbury Farey writing contest. Now published by Tiny Owl Workshop. The full book may be purchased on their website.⭐️
Thank you to everyone who gave me support in the contest :)
She was kind and never said a bad word, playing the music as she was told. It wasn't like her life impacted me, but it was enough to know that there wasn't going to be a pianist for Monday's ensemble rehearsal. I typed in Cystic Fibrosis. I knew I probably shouldn't, it would make me feel like shit. Useless, unhelpful, ungrateful Harry. I can't do much in the grand scheme of things. I curled my legs up closer to my chest and let the laptop fold a little. Clicking on the first link I didn't read anything. I stared at the screen, not the words, or the pictures; the dull glow. I exited the tab. 'Do you believe in ghosts?'In Harry, Avery and Amelia's final year of high school, their study takes a turn when the unofficial school blog blows up.A girl has died and her bucket list has been leaked, whoever completes it is the ultimate mourner. For Amelia, it's already strange having moved schools to be hurled into the gossip of a dead girl. Harry is determined to do well in the state schools jazz competition while Avery is confused by her feelings towards Amelia. So wrapped up in their own lives to stop and realise there's something off about the bucket list, how could it have been shared if the owner is dead?