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Winter Enchantment on a Green Machine

by Bill Tiepelman

Winter Enchantment on a Green Machine

Let me tell you something: being a fairy isn’t all glitter and wishes. Sometimes, you need to blow off steam. And what better way to do that than stealing—erm, borrowing—an enchanted Harley from the Winter King himself? That’s exactly what Frostina Sparklebottom did on one particularly snowy evening. But let’s rewind a bit, shall we? Frostina wasn’t your typical fairy. While her peers were out frolicking in flower meadows and sprinkling pixie dust on lost hikers, she was in her log cabin, sipping spiked hot cocoa and debating whether she should finally learn to snowboard. “Why sprinkle magic when I can be magic?” she always said, usually while adjusting the rhinestones on her thigh-high boots. One frosty evening, after a few too many shots of peppermint schnapps, Frostina decided she was tired of being underestimated. “I’m done with this ‘sweet and dainty’ fairy crap!” she declared to her pet squirrel, Nutmeg, who didn’t seem particularly invested in her self-revelation. “I’m going to ride into town on the baddest machine Winterland has ever seen!” The only problem? Frostina didn’t own a motorcycle. But she knew who did: the Winter King. He had a gleaming green beast of a bike parked outside his ice palace. Sure, he was the ruler of all things cold and sparkly, but Frostina had something he didn’t—audacity. Lots of it. With a flick of her glitter-dusted wings, she zipped through the frosty forest, her teal outfit catching the moonlight. “He won’t even miss it,” she muttered, brushing snow off her lace-up boots. She reached the bike, gave it a once-over, and cackled. “Oh, baby, you and I are going to make history tonight.” Did she know how to ride a motorcycle? Absolutely not. But that wasn’t about to stop her. Fairies are great at improvising, and Frostina was no exception. With a flutter of her wings, she hovered over the bike and inspected it like a Pinterest mom pretending she knew how to install a backsplash. “How hard can it be?” she mumbled, pressing random buttons. A low growl rumbled as the engine roared to life. “Hell yeah! Mama’s got a new ride!” She sped off into the snowy night, her glittering wings leaving a trail of sparkles in her wake. The roar of the bike echoed through the forest, scaring off reindeer and a few elves on their late-night coffee runs. The cold wind whipped against her face, but Frostina didn’t care. She felt alive—invincible even. That is, until she accidentally swerved into the town square. The townsfolk, who were in the middle of their annual Snowball Festival, stopped mid-throw to stare at the fairy zooming past. “Is that Frostina Sparklebottom?” someone gasped. “What is she wearing?!” another shouted. Frostina, ever the drama queen, slowed down just enough to strike a pose. “It’s called style, Karen!” she hollered, flipping her silver hair as she zipped past. Of course, word of her little joyride reached the Winter King faster than Frostina could say, “Oops.” The icy monarch himself appeared on the horizon, riding a snowstorm like a pissed-off weather god. “FROSTINA!” his voice boomed, shaking icicles loose from the rooftops. “Oh, chill out, Frosty!” she shouted back, skidding to a stop in front of him. “It’s just a little spin! Besides, you never use the damn thing!” The Winter King, unimpressed by her sass, crossed his arms. “That’s not the point! You can’t just steal my bike, terrorize the townsfolk, and call it ‘a spin.’” Frostina smirked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Terrorize? Please. I’m giving them a show. You should be thanking me for spicing up this snowy hellscape you call a kingdom.” The king pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Return the bike. Now.” “Fine,” Frostina groaned, dramatically rolling her eyes. “But only because it’s almost out of gas.” She dismounted and patted the bike’s seat. “Thanks for the memories, babe. You were too good for him anyway.” The Winter King muttered something about needing a vacation as Frostina flounced away, wings sparkling under the moonlight. “You’re welcome for the entertainment!” she called over her shoulder. “Next time, I’m taking the sleigh!” That night, Frostina returned to her cabin feeling triumphant. Sure, she might have annoyed the Winter King and scared a few elves, but who cared? Life was short, and fairies who played it safe never made history. As she kicked off her boots and poured herself another mug of schnapps-laden cocoa, she raised a toast to herself. “Here’s to being fabulous, fearless, and unapologetically Frostina,” she declared. And with that, the sassiest fairy in Winterland settled in for a well-earned nap, dreaming of her next wild adventure.    Bring the Magic Home If Frostina's daring escapades and enchanting style inspire you, why not bring a piece of her winter magic into your life? Explore stunning products featuring Winter Enchantment on a Green Machine, available now: Tapestries to add a whimsical touch to your space. Canvas Prints for a bold and artistic centerpiece. Puzzles to piece together Frostina's sassy charm. Greeting Cards for sharing the magic with friends and loved ones. Each product is designed to capture the brash, bold, and whimsical essence of Frostina’s unforgettable adventure. Shop now and let the enchantment ride into your home!

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Midnight Wings in the Snow

by Bill Tiepelman

Midnight Wings in the Snow

The first snow of the year had fallen overnight, blanketing the enchanted forest in a sparkling layer of frosty magic. It was the kind of scene that poets rave about, children dream of, and Instagram influencers desperately chase. But for Lumina, the self-proclaimed queen of sass and sparkle, it was less enchanting and more of a cold, slushy nightmare. “Oh, for pixie’s sake!” she huffed, adjusting her delicate lace gloves and glaring at the snowflakes that clung stubbornly to her translucent wings. “I get it, winter. You’re fabulous. But did you really have to ruin my morning like this?” It wasn’t that Lumina hated snow. She could appreciate a good glittery aesthetic. But snow days were always a hassle. Her usual dramatic strut through the woods was now a slippery shuffle, and the chill biting at her thighs through her short green skirt was making her rethink every fashion choice she’d ever made. “Why don’t fairies get a ‘snow day’ clause in the magical contract?” she muttered, her breath puffing in the crisp air. “Where’s the union rep for this nonsense?” The Struggle is Real As she trudged along the icy forest path, her violet eyes narrowed at the frozen chaos around her. The pond where she normally admired her reflection was iced over. No glimmering surface to wink at herself? Rude. The trees, heavy with snow, sagged like they’d spent the whole night at an enchanted rave. And worst of all, her favorite mushrooms—her perch for mid-day gossip sessions—were buried under the white menace. “Honestly,” Lumina groaned, brushing snow off her shoulders. “If winter’s going to show up uninvited, the least it could do is cater.” She imagined a fairy-sized cocoa cart with marshmallows and spiked cream, perhaps served by shirtless wood sprites. Now that would make the cold worthwhile. Instead, all she had was a soggy forest, frozen toes, and a growing grudge against Mother Nature. “Do I look like the kind of fairy who enjoys hypothermia?” she called out to no one in particular. A bird overhead chirped in response, but she shooed it away. “Save it, chirpy. I’m not in the mood.” Magic Misfires Deciding that enough was enough, Lumina stopped in a clearing and planted her hands on her hips. “Alright, snow. You think you’re cute? Let’s see how you handle some fairy magic.” She raised her hands, summoning all the glittery energy she could muster. Her plan? Melt the snow with a fiery display of magical sass. But as her wings fluttered and her fingers glowed, a gust of icy wind swirled through the clearing. The spell fizzled, and instead of melting the snow, she ended up with a face full of frost. “Oh, COME ON!” Lumina shrieked, wiping the icy glitter from her cheeks. “I’m a fairy, not a snow cone!” She stomped her foot, which immediately sunk ankle-deep into the slush. “Perfect. Just perfect.” A Frosty Visitor As Lumina was about to give up and retreat to her mushroom house for the rest of the winter, she heard a soft chuckle behind her. Turning sharply, she saw a tall figure emerging from the snowy woods. It was Jack Frost himself, the ultimate winter bad boy, with his icy blue hair and a smirk that could melt glaciers—or at least annoy Lumina to no end. “Having a rough morning, are we?” Jack asked, leaning casually against a tree that instantly frosted over at his touch. “Don’t start with me, Frosty,” Lumina snapped. “Your whole winter wonderland thing is cute and all, but I’m not in the mood.” Jack laughed, his frosty breath swirling in the air. “You know, most fairies adore the snow. They dance, they sparkle, they—” “Freeze their tiny butts off?” Lumina interrupted, crossing her arms. “Sorry, Jack, but not all of us are built for sub-zero strutting.” He grinned, clearly amused. “Tell you what, princess. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll whip up a little magic to keep you warm, but you owe me a favor come spring.” Lumina raised a skeptical brow. “What kind of favor?” “Oh, nothing too big,” Jack said with a wink. “Just a tiny sprinkle of your glitter magic when I need it. Deal?” She hesitated, eyeing him suspiciously. But the cold was starting to creep into her very soul—or at least her fashionable lace gloves—and she decided to take the gamble. “Fine. But if this ‘magic’ of yours ruins my aesthetic, we’re going to have words.” The Glittery Finale Jack snapped his fingers, and a swirl of warm, sparkling air enveloped Lumina. Instantly, she felt the chill fade, replaced by a cozy glow that left her wings shimmering even more brilliantly than before. She did a quick twirl, admiring the effect. “Not bad, Frost,” she admitted grudgingly. “You might just be useful after all.” “I aim to please,” Jack said with a mock bow. “Enjoy your snow day, princess.” As he disappeared into the woods, Lumina felt a smile tug at her lips. Maybe winter wasn’t so bad after all—at least, not when you had a little extra sparkle to keep things fabulous. With her wings aglow and her sass fully restored, she set off through the snowy forest, ready to conquer the day with style. Because even on the coldest of mornings, Lumina knew one thing for sure: if you couldn’t beat the snow, you might as well slay in it.    Bring "Midnight Wings in the Snow" Into Your World If Lumina’s frosty adventure brought a little sparkle to your day, why not bring her magic home? Explore these beautiful products inspired by the whimsical charm of "Midnight Wings in the Snow": Framed Print: Add a touch of elegance to your home with this enchanting winter scene beautifully framed for any space. Tapestry: Transform your walls with the magical allure of this winter fairy in a stunning tapestry. Puzzle: Relive the frosty charm piece by piece with a delightful puzzle featuring Lumina in her snowy wonderland. Greeting Card: Share the magic with loved ones using this beautiful card, perfect for any occasion. Browse these and more at shop.unfocussed.com, and let the magic of "Midnight Wings in the Snow" enchant your life!

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The Black Cat Fairy of Winter

by Bill Tiepelman

The Black Cat Fairy of Winter

Deep in the frosty woods, where the snow piles up higher than a bad decision on New Year’s Eve, lived a creature of legend—or perhaps infamy. She wasn’t your average sweet little pixie with flower crowns and doe-eyed innocence. No, this was The Black Cat Fairy of Winter, and she was here to raise hell, sprinkle glitter, and drink spiked eggnog—though not always in that order. The Black Cat Fairy, or "Kat" as she liked to be called, had a reputation. Her wings were as dark and shimmering as a blackout drunk text, and her feline tail swished like she was perpetually annoyed with everyone—because she was. Her wardrobe? A mix of gothic lace, thigh-high stockings, and a corset so tight it looked like it owed her money. But Kat didn't care about modesty. After all, as she liked to say, "If you’ve got it, flaunt it—especially if it makes the elves uncomfortable." A Snowstorm of Trouble One frigid evening, as snowflakes kissed the tops of the evergreens and the wind howled like a hungover banshee, Kat sat perched on a frozen log, sipping from a steaming mug. The mug read, "World’s Sassiest Fae". Inside? A suspiciously potent mixture of hot cocoa, Bailey’s, and something that burned like regret. "Ah, winter," Kat purred, her tail curling lazily behind her. "The time of year when people pretend to like their relatives and cry over failed resolutions." She sighed dramatically and took another sip. Just then, the quiet forest was interrupted by the crunch of boots on snow. A group of travelers had wandered into her domain. Kat perked up, her eyes narrowing with predatory glee. "Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite type of idiot—lost hikers." Emerging from the shadows like a cross between a seductive goddess and a walking HR complaint, Kat stepped onto the path, her wings glinting in the moonlight. The travelers froze. One of them—a burly man with a beard that looked like it had been grown out of spite—blinked at her and stammered, "Uh… are you… are you real?" Kat smirked. "As real as your browser history, big guy." The Fae's Mischievous Bargain The group exchanged nervous glances. They had heard stories about the Black Cat Fairy, though most of them involved drunken tavern tales about people who had returned from the forest missing wallets, pants, and sometimes dignity. "We’re just trying to find the main road," one of them piped up, a petite woman clutching a map that looked like it had been printed off the internet in 2003. "Do you… do you know the way?" Kat tapped her chin, pretending to think. "Hmm, I could help… but where’s the fun in that? No, no. Let’s play a little game." The hikers groaned in unison. Games with Kat never ended well. But it was either play along or risk wandering the woods until they became popsicle versions of themselves. "Alright," Kat said, clapping her gloved hands together. "Here’s the deal. If you can answer three riddles, I’ll guide you to the road. If you fail…" She trailed off, her grin widening. "Well, let’s just say you’ll be leaving the forest with fewer socks and more regrets." The Riddle Gauntlet The first riddle was simple enough: "What has a tail, no legs, and loves mischief?" "A cat!" shouted one of the hikers, looking far too proud of himself. Kat raised an eyebrow. "Sure, we’ll go with that. One point to you." The second riddle was trickier: "I’m cold, I’m hard, and I get in your way—what am I?" The hikers debated for a moment before the petite woman shouted, "Ice!" Kat’s tail swished. "Well, aren’t you clever? That’s two for two." But the third riddle? Oh, she wasn’t going to make this one easy. "I’m dark, I’m moody, and I’ll ruin your day if you cross me. What am I?" Silence fell over the group. They whispered amongst themselves, throwing out answers like "a thunderstorm" or "a wolf." Finally, the burly man stepped forward and, with a sheepish grin, said, "Uh… you?" Kat blinked, then burst out laughing—a laugh so loud it startled a squirrel out of a nearby tree. "Damn right, it’s me!" She clapped him on the shoulder, nearly knocking him over. "Congratulations, meatbags. You win." The Road Ahead True to her word—something that didn’t happen often—Kat led the group back to the main road. But not before pilfering the last granola bar from one of their backpacks and giving the petite woman a slap on the rear for good measure. "Remember," Kat called as they trudged away, "next time you’re in my forest, bring wine and snacks. Or don’t come at all." As the hikers disappeared into the distance, Kat leaned against a tree, sipping the last of her now-cold cocoa. "Ah, humans," she muttered. "So predictable. So entertaining." And with that, the Black Cat Fairy of Winter vanished into the night, leaving behind only faint pawprints in the snow and a lingering sense of mischief. Legend has it that she still roams those woods, waiting for the next unlucky soul to cross her path.    Take the Black Cat Fairy Home If the mischievous magic of The Black Cat Fairy of Winter has captured your imagination, you can bring her charm into your life with a variety of unique products. Whether you're looking for stunning decor or a touch of whimsy, we’ve got you covered: Acrylic Prints – Add a sleek and modern touch to your walls with a vibrant, crystal-clear print. Tapestries – Create an enchanting focal point in any room with a soft, high-quality tapestry. Tote Bags – Carry a little fairy magic with you everywhere you go, perfect for shopping or daily use. Canvas Prints – Enjoy this stunning artwork with a classic, gallery-quality finish. Shop these exclusive items and more at Unfocussed.com, and let the Black Cat Fairy bring a little sass and sparkle to your space!

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Holiday Mischief with the Reindeer Rider

by Bill Tiepelman

Holiday Mischief with the Reindeer Rider

In the heart of the Snowdrop Forest, where icicles glittered like chandeliers and snowflakes fell as soft as whispers, the annual Festival of Antlers was underway. Every winter, the reindeer gathered to show off their most dazzling decorations, from gold garlands to glittering baubles. For the forest folk, it was the highlight of the season. For Burlap Tinseltoes, the gnome with a reputation for mischief, it was an irresistible opportunity. “This year,” Burlap announced, adjusting his oversized red hat dusted with snow, “I’m going to steal the spotlight—literally.” He stood in front of his trusty steed, a reindeer named Jinglehoof, who looked less than thrilled. “With your antlers and my genius, we’ll be the talk of the festival. All we need are a few... adjustments.” Jinglehoof let out a resigned snort as Burlap pulled a satchel from his sled. Inside was an assortment of ornaments, tinsel, and something ominously labeled “glow powder.” “Trust me,” Burlap said with a wink. “This is going to be spectacular.” The Decorating Disaster As the sun set, Burlap began his masterpiece. He wove strings of twinkling lights through Jinglehoof’s antlers, hung shiny red and gold ornaments at every available branch, and tied a glittery bell to the reindeer’s tail. For the grand finale, he sprinkled the glow powder over everything. “It’s enchanted,” Burlap explained as Jinglehoof shook glitter out of his fur. “When the moonlight hits it, you’ll sparkle like the Northern Lights!” The reindeer in the neighboring stalls looked on with a mix of admiration and secondhand embarrassment. “You’ll thank me later,” Burlap said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Jinglehoof now resembled a cross between a Christmas tree and a firework display. “Perfection!” Burlap declared. “Now, let’s make an entrance.” The Festival Begins The Festival of Antlers was held in a snowy clearing lit by glowing lanterns. Reindeer paraded through the crowd, their antlers adorned with ribbons, garlands, and other festive decorations. The forest folk clapped and cheered, marveling at the creativity on display. Then came Burlap and Jinglehoof. Or, more accurately, Burlap came riding in at full speed, waving like a maniac while Jinglehoof galloped reluctantly into the clearing. The reindeer’s antlers lit up like a disco ball, scattering beams of multicolored light across the snow. The crowd gasped, then burst into laughter and applause. “Ladies and gentle-creatures!” Burlap announced, standing on Jinglehoof’s back and nearly toppling off. “Behold the most dazzling display in Festival history! Feast your eyes on Jinglehoof, the Reindeer of Radiance!” The crowd roared with laughter and cheers, but not everyone was impressed. Elder Hollyhorn, the head judge of the Festival, stepped forward, her antlers dripping with icicles. “This is highly unconventional,” she sniffed, glaring at Burlap. “And... is that glitter?” “Not just glitter,” Burlap said with a grin. “Magically enhanced glitter.” He snapped his fingers, and the glow powder activated. Jinglehoof’s antlers sparkled so brightly they could be seen from the next village. The crowd “ooohed” and “aaahed” as Elder Hollyhorn squinted in disapproval. The Mishap As Burlap was basking in his triumph, a wayward squirrel, hypnotized by the glittering antlers, leapt onto Jinglehoof’s head. The reindeer reared in surprise, sending Burlap tumbling into a snowdrift. The squirrel, now clinging to the antlers, panicked and accidentally triggered the bell on Jinglehoof’s tail. The enchanted bell let out a loud, echoing chime that startled every reindeer in the clearing. Chaos erupted. Reindeer dashed in every direction, their ornaments flying off like festive shrapnel. A garland-wearing fox tried to calm the crowd but ended up tangled in a string of lights. Elder Hollyhorn was nearly trampled by a stampede of candy-cane-clad fawns. Burlap poked his head out of the snow just in time to see Jinglehoof racing toward the forest, still glowing like a meteor. “Come back!” Burlap shouted, scrambling to his feet. “We haven’t even taken our victory lap!” The Aftermath It took an hour to round up the runaway reindeer, and by the time Jinglehoof was retrieved, his decorations were askew, and Burlap was banned from entering the Festival “for the foreseeable future.” Elder Hollyhorn handed him a broom and pointed at the glitter-covered clearing. “Start sweeping,” she said sternly. Burlap sighed but couldn’t suppress a grin as he watched the crowd chatter excitedly about the night’s events. Sure, it hadn’t gone exactly as planned, but he’d succeeded in making the Festival unforgettable. “Not bad for a gnome with a bag of glitter,” he muttered, sweeping up a pile of glow powder. Jinglehoof nudged him with his nose, looking equally tired and amused. Burlap patted his glowing antlers. “Same time next year?” he asked. The reindeer snorted, which Burlap took as a yes. As he trudged home through the snow, Burlap was already scheming his next big idea. After all, the holidays weren’t about perfection—they were about fun, laughter, and just a little bit of chaos.    Bring the Holiday Magic Home Love Burlap and Jinglehoof’s festive mischief? Bring the joy and laughter of their holiday adventure into your home with our exclusive collection of whimsical products: Tapestries: Add a touch of festive charm to your walls with this magical winter scene. Throw Pillows: Cozy up with Burlap’s mischief and Jinglehoof’s glowing antlers on a comfy holiday pillow. Puzzles: Piece together the fun with a delightful puzzle featuring this whimsical duo. Greeting Cards: Share the laughter and festive spirit with friends and family through these charming holiday cards. Start your collection today and let Burlap and Jinglehoof bring the magic of the holidays to your home!

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