By Avellina Balestri, November 24, 2016 Word Count: 1608 Rating: G Summary: An article about the meaning of Thanksgiving and its impact as a pilgrimage. Thanksgiving, for most people here in America, is something of a precursor of Christmas that initiates a deluge of holiday hits playing ad nauseum in public and private locales until... Continue Reading →
By Cheryl Anne, Oct 25 2016 Word Count: 148 Rating: G Summary: A poem for All Saints Day At this time of the Thinning Veil, may we remember All Saints and All Souls who have ventured before us into the Otherworld, which at all times lies just a breath beyond us. At this time of... Continue Reading →
By Megan E. Locati Word Count: 2901 Rating: G Summary: Harry causes merry mayhem when he dresses as Dumbledore for Halloween. “You can’t go like that.” Ron’s words were flat. “It’s—it’s disrespectful to the dead.” Harry arched one bushy white eyebrow at his friend. “It’s Halloween. We’re allowed to dress up. And I’m fairly certain... Continue Reading →
By Beregond Word count: 608 Rating: G Summary: How we should really celebrate October 31—and by extension, November 1. In just a few days now, all kinds of random kids will be knocking on your door asking for candy, dressed up as just about anything imaginable. Halloween is a big deal here in the US... Continue Reading →
By fringebenefits Word Count: 5782 Rating: PG Summary: Felicity, now 15, deals with the consequences of growing up. Felicity Merriman felt excitement rise in her chest as she pulled on a simple dress and pinned her hair under a mob cap, glancing at the mirror one last time before making her way down the stairs. Her... Continue Reading →
Our Fall issue of Ink & Fairydust is here! Based on the Long 18th Century and Period Drama, it includes fanfiction and articles on many diverse books, movies and more, including (but far from limited to) Jane Austen, Pirates of the Caribbean, Felicity the American Girl, and Sharpe!
"I learned the language that no mortal should ever learn - what the shadows whisper when in the stealth of night they creep round your lonely feet on a stranger's road."
"This house is old, my lord. It is on nights like this that it remembers just how old it is and the will to hold its stones together grows weak."