candle girl
15 Wednesday May 2024
Posted Books, Fairy tales, Fiction, Short story, Stories from underground, Universe, Writing
in15 Wednesday May 2024
Posted Books, Fairy tales, Fiction, Short story, Stories from underground, Universe, Writing
in14 Tuesday May 2024
Posted Books, Fairy tales, Fiction, Short story, Writing
in08 Wednesday May 2024
Posted Authors, Books, Dreams, Fairy tales, Fiction, flash fiction, Short story, Stories from underground, Writing
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amazon, book, book launch, candle girl and other fantasies, creative writing, ebook, fantasy, hans christian andersen, kindle, short stories, short story collection, slipstream, speculative fiction
Dear Readers:
Recently, I self-published a collection of short stories entitled Candle Girl and Other Fantasies. A few of these stories have appeared in their earliest forms on this blog; the rest are brand new. There are eight tales in all, including light fantasies, dark fantasies, and a mix of the two. Thank you to all who may be interested in buying the book. I’d also like to mention here a few stories by others that have seeped into my imagination and have no doubt influenced my writing. I’ve read some of these stories more times than I can say and their magic has never failed to captivate and inspire me. Here are links to these stories:
Silent Snow, Secret Snow (Conrad Aiken): https://www.vqronline.org/fiction/silent-snow-secret-snow
By the Waters of Babylon (Stephen Vincent Benet): https://archive.org/details/bythewatersofbabylon_202001
Green Tea (J. Sheridan Le Fanu): https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/11635/pg11635-images.html
A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings (Gabriel García Márquez): https://www.ndsu.edu/pubweb/~cinichol/CreativeWriting/323/MarquezManwithWings.htm
Young Goodman Brown (Nathaniel Hawthorne): https://www.gutenberg.org/files/512/512-h/512-h.htm#chap04
Pages from a Young Girl’s Journal (Robert Aickman): https://bristolgothic.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/pages-from-a-young-girls-journal-aickman-1975.pdf
Happy reading!
A. L. Anzalone
15 Friday Sep 2023
Posted Fairy tales, Mythology, Poetry, Writing
inTags
creative writing, illustration, moon, poem, poetry, rhymes, sadness
it’s hard to hear
the moon when she cries
but when she’s waning
it’s a sad goodbye
it’s hard to hear
the moon when she sighs
but when she shimmers
you feel that she’s nigh
19 Saturday Aug 2023
Posted Fairy tales, Mythology, Poetry, Writing
inwhile a storm is brewing
and drawing near
this is my moment of sunshine
and soft warm air
that flows through my hair
while others take refuge
and wait out the storm
i settle on a rock
and listen to the roar
hoping and wishing for more
(illustration by a. l. anzalone)
22 Wednesday Apr 2020
Posted Fables, Fairy tales, flash fiction, Love, Memory, Poetry, Short story, Story poem, Writing
inTags
in the outpost of never i found him. he had that faraway look of someone playing hard to get who rarely gets gotten and the long red-brown hair you can only describe as tresses when they frame a pale chopinesqe face. he was rail thin emaciated even but that only made me want him more.
he wasn’t the type to play around. he wasn’t the kind to hang around. he wanted what he wanted and that wasn’t me but at least he pretended for a while in the outpost of never where there are no promises to keep.
i stood in the frame of the window silhouetted against the setting sun. his hair was a golden red in the fading light his eyes an emerald green. he kissed me then a friendly kiss not a lover’s kiss but i succumbed just the same.
in the outpost of never the room is always warm and fragrant with creosote tumbleweed and cedar. The fragrance coats your body your thoughts your tongue so that you can never taste another.
on moonless nights the door is left open. on moonless nights the coyotes howl. on moonless nights in the outpost of never when you stumble upon the one you love who does not love you back you may want to but you never close the door.
05 Saturday Dec 2015
Posted Fairy tales, microfiction, Writing
inAlong this street, you’ll see whatever you wish to see, like centuries-old adobes with attics containing family skeletons (literally) or betwixt and between the occasional McMansion with basement upon basement delving deeper and deeper into the earth where dragons make their lairs, not the fire-breathing kind for these have lost their ability to belch out flames but lime-green docile creatures with vestigial wings who will more than likely curl up at your feet, or if you continue on this road following the bridge spanning the moat you will behold a castle in the cul-de-sac where a second cousin to Rapunzel now lives who, if you are fortunate enough, will let her long tresses unfurl through the battlement openings, though you may be disappointed to see that her golden curls never quite reach the ground.