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Kids & Folklore: A Collection of Magical Stories with Their Roots in Faerie Tales, Beliefs and Superstitions
Kids & Folklore: A Collection of Magical Stories with Their Roots in Faerie Tales, Beliefs and Superstitions
Kids & Folklore: A Collection of Magical Stories with Their Roots in Faerie Tales, Beliefs and Superstitions
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This collection of short stories, based on the folklore of The British Isles, puts children in the thick of the action.

How do you deal with a strange face in your fire surround? What is the significance of having dreams about dragons? Why is an abandoned house acting in a very strange manner?

These questions, and many others, are answered within these pages. Discover old beliefs and stories you never knew existed, in amongst some of your favourites, and come to your own conclusion about what may,
or may not, be true.

Aimed at children aged 9-12, this collection contains eleven original short stories for children, using elements of folklore and faerie tales in a modern setting. Get your copy today. A must for every child who loves folklore.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJuliet Boyd
Release dateJan 25, 2019
ISBN9781386204954
Kids & Folklore: A Collection of Magical Stories with Their Roots in Faerie Tales, Beliefs and Superstitions
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Juliet Boyd

Juliet lives in Somerset in the south-west of England. She used to work in administration, but now writes full-time. Her main writing interests are fantasy, science fiction, weird fiction, horror and flash fiction. Details of her work are available on her website.

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    Kids & Folklore - Juliet Boyd

    Kids & Folklore

    A Collection of Magical Stories with Their Roots in Faerie Tales, Beliefs and Superstitions

    Copyright © 2018 Juliet Boyd

    All rights reserved.

    Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    This book is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and situations portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Any reference to an actual event, product or location is used in an entirely fictitious manner.

    For everything that brings magic into our lives.

    Introduction

    This collection of short stories, as the title suggests, is based around folklore, faerie tales, beliefs, superstitions, legends — in fact, anything that relates to a life long past. Specifically, it is related to folklore from The British Isles.

    In each story, one child, or more, comes into contact with something from these different aspects of lore. Sometimes, it’s literal, other times it might be in their imagination, but every tale involves some kind of mystical occurrence.

    Faeries, magic, ghosts, what more could you want to help your imagination run riot?

    After each tale, you will find a short description of the specific piece of folklore that inspired me to write it, which I hope you’ll find interesting.

    Now, let us begin.

    Juliet Boyd

    October 2018

    Wooden Features

    Sally noticed it on a Sunday morning in late August, as the first rays of sun peeked through the curtains in the window of the living room.

    It was early. Very early. And, as usual, she was the only one up. She had always been an early riser, because when you were up before everyone else, you could often discover things you hadn’t known — usually, things that other people didn’t want you to know. In the past, she had discovered: a bar of chocolate hidden behind the books on the shelves in the living room (definitely her mum’s, because she was supposed to be on a diet and she never stuck to them); a frog that lived behind a rock in the garden (because it was probably too scared to live in the small pond her dad had dug two years earlier, given the fact that her little brother threw stones at anything he saw in the water); and a bottle of men’s hair dye, secreted behind all her mum’s toiletries in the bathroom (which explained the slightly orange streaks she’d noticed in her dad’s greying hair). Of course, she had also learned that everyone, and everything, kept secrets, and it was best not to tell on them.

    However, Sally wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to keep this a secret, because it was the weirdest thing she’d ever seen and she couldn’t explain it. But she was pretty sure her mother wouldn’t be able to see it at all, because she was the overly practical type with no imagination, and that her dad would wave it away as being ‘just a coincidence’. He was very into coincidences. They explained everything. Her brother, well, he would probably daub it with crayon, which, she had to admit, might improve it a little. It would make it look less like it was staring at her.

    It was definitely a face. She was sure of it. It had two sideways oval depressions — its eyes — that she reckoned you could stick your fingers right in, if you were that way inclined. Below that was a prominent outcropping that was very much like a nose. It almost seemed too big, but one of her teachers at school had an enormous nose and this one wasn’t as big as that. And then there was a slit — a mouth, slightly open, that seemed to be about to speak, but couldn’t quite manage it. She did consider leaning right up close to it and listening to see if it whispered, but being risk averse, when you didn’t understand something, was one of her specialities.

    She took a picture of that part of the fire surround on her phone instead, because that’s where it was, and sent it to all her friends. They weren’t all up at the same time. She had to wait hours for some of the replies. How could you stay in bed till eight? She had never understood that.

    They all had different theories, of course.

    Barney thought it was just a weird thing in the wood grain and that it was only the sunlight that had brought it out, and that if she went back and looked at it again later, it wouldn’t look the same. Barney was very like her dad. It was already later. The sun had moved along and wasn’t directly shining into the room anymore. The face was still there.

    Melody said it was an ancient spirit trapped in the tree when it was cut down and that now it was trying to get out, or communicate, or just make itself known. This was worth more thought. Sally wasn’t sure what she believed about such things. She’d read lots of stories about supernatural creatures and she did believe there had to be some basis for them in the real world, but she found it hard to comprehend the fact that such things wouldn’t be around them all the time, making themselves known, if they really were a thing.

    Clarissa ‘didn’t have time for such nonsense’ and signed off straightaway.

    And Sean, he thought it was a genuine, child-eating monster and drew a picture of it with fangs like a vampire and hair like a badly-groomed werewolf. She then got an image in her head of someone grooming a werewolf, just like a horse, which wouldn’t go away.

    So much for the hive mind approach to solving problems. Although, the thought of an ancient spirit did intrigue her, but not enough that when her mum called her for Sunday all-you-can-stuff-your-face-with brunch she didn’t go.

    ***

    It was getting bigger. She was sure of it. Sally got the ruler from the desk in her bedroom and held it up against the face on the fire surround. She took measurements for both height and width. Then, she made some graphs, because that was the scientific way to go about this and science was her favourite subject. You had to have proof before you could properly come up with theories, or make accusations, or most anything. Like the time she’d had to wait for the bruise to appear on her leg before her mum would believe her that her brother had thumped her

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