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The Frog Prince + Merlin the Magician = Weeping Lake (a fairy tale inspired short story)
Weeping Lake by Dorlana Vann Vivian stood beside of the lake. Her bright hair waved like the water as the wind graciously blew in from the south. She inhaled and then looked down at her newly acquired engagement ring. She had said yes, but she knew that wasn’t what she meant. Everyone had been there, …
Let the Plotting Begin “BWA-HA-HA”
Hi friends, It feels like a million years since I’ve worked on anything new, so I decided to write the next book in my Hansel and Gretel series – If you follow my blog, then you know I uploaded the first book Potion to SwoonReads. To write a second book was a hard decision since …
Beauty & the Beast + Rip Van Winkle = Wink (fairy tale poetry)
Wink by Dorlana Vann Wink was an elf; lavender was his color. His world was made up of sunshine and magic. The sky was ginger, and the trees were scarlet. All the ladies declared he was most charming. His kind parents urged him to settle down And to carry on his name and his beauty. …
Cinderella Inspired Poem
Dear Mom by Dorlana Vann Cinders on your face and hands, so you said. Instead of supper you were sent to bed. No one to play with—No huge castle walls. Dined on the cold floor like one of the dogs. Every day, I must hear your sad stories. Really Mother, they are getting boring. “Eleanor,” …
Silverweed: a supernatural fairy tale
Silverweed has had a make-over! Revisions, a new cover, & a paperback bonus: 8 fairy tale inspired supernatural short stories! Available only on Amazon. Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited! In this Little-Red-Riding-Hood-inspired paranormal fairy tale, the roles of prey and predator are blurred. Seventeen-year-old Aiden Young travels to Indiana for his aunt’s funeral, where his …
Short Story: Muse
Muse (Inspired by Prince Ariel from, “The Fairy Tales of Madame D’Aulnoy.”) by Dorlana Vann Since Jackson couldn’t channel his frustration onto the blank page, he used his fist to pound it into the desk. “Ahhh,” he cried, swooshing his fountain pen and several loose pieces of writing-paper to the floor. His caged birds squawked …
