luminous wings

by Bill Tiepelman

Daisy Days and Ladybug Portraits

The Fairy with the Lens As the golden sun dipped low, painting the fields in amber hues, Trixie the fairy perched herself atop a daisy, armed with her prized possession—a custom-built fairy-sized camera. For centuries, Trixie had been the unofficial documentarian of the Enchanted Glen, capturing its quirks, secrets, and scandals with all the sass and flair of a paparazzo in a celebrity jungle. Today, her mission was simple: capture the elusive “Ladybug Queen” in all her six-legged glory. “Stay still, you speckled diva,” Trixie muttered, adjusting her focus on the ladybug poised delicately on the daisy petal in front of her. “I don’t have all day, and neither does my hair mousse.” Her golden curls sparkled in the sunlight, held together by an impressive concoction of enchanted pollen and pixie glue, a formula that Trixie claimed was “rainproof, windproof, and gossip-proof.” The Ladybug Queen, as regal as ever, didn’t flinch. “Are you done yet? Some of us have actual kingdoms to run,” she said, her antennae twitching in mild annoyance. Trixie smirked. “Oh, relax, your majesty. You can’t rush art. And let’s not pretend you’re not enjoying this—your glossy red shell practically screams ‘Instagram influencer.’” The Unexpected Turn Just as Trixie was about to snap the perfect shot, a gust of wind knocked her camera askew, sending her tumbling onto the flower’s pistil. She landed with a puff of pollen, coughing dramatically. “Seriously? I risk breaking my wings for this? I should’ve gone into potion sales like my mother wanted.” Before the Ladybug Queen could respond with a quip, the ground beneath the daisy began to rumble. The two of them exchanged glances, their bickering momentarily forgotten. “Uh, was that... thunder?” Trixie asked, her wings fluttering nervously. “Thunder? On a sunny day? Don’t be ridiculous,” the ladybug replied, but her voice betrayed a hint of unease. The rumble grew louder, accompanied by the sound of... squelching? Trixie peered over the edge of the daisy, her eyes widening. “Oh, no. Not him. Anyone but him.” Enter the Earthworm A gigantic earthworm emerged from the soil below, its slimy body glistening in the sunlight. “TRIXIEEE!” it bellowed in a deep, gurgling voice. “Long time no see!” “Oh, sweet nectar, kill me now,” Trixie groaned. “Barry, what do you want?” Barry the earthworm was infamous throughout the Glen for his unrelenting crush on Trixie, his complete lack of personal boundaries, and his overly enthusiastic karaoke performances. “I was just passing by and thought I’d say hi! Also, do you happen to have that glitter-pollen mix I love? You know, the one that makes my segments sparkle?” The Ladybug Queen, who had been watching the exchange with barely concealed amusement, finally interjected. “And who, pray tell, is this... charmer?” Trixie rolled her eyes. “Barry. The worm who doesn’t understand that ‘no’ is a complete sentence.” Barry beamed, completely missing the sarcasm. “It’s so good to see you, Trixie! Hey, I wrote a poem about you. Want to hear it?” “I’d rather gargle slug slime,” Trixie shot back, adjusting her camera strap and preparing to make a quick exit. But before she could take off, Barry began reciting, his booming voice causing petals to tremble: “Oh, Trixie, with wings so fair, Your beauty makes worms stop and stare! From your curls to your glare so snappy, You make this worm… extremely happy!” The Ladybug Queen burst out laughing. “I have to admit, that was... terrible, but entertaining.” The Grand Escape Deciding she had endured enough humiliation for one day, Trixie spread her iridescent wings and prepared to take flight. “Well, Barry, as much as I’d love to stay and listen to your... heartfelt poetry, I have a photo to take and a life to live. Byeee!” She zipped into the air, leaving the daisy, the ladybug, and the lovesick worm behind. The Ladybug Queen called after her, “Don’t forget to send me the proofs! I’ll need approval before you publish anything!” Trixie didn’t stop until she reached the safety of her favorite oak tree. As she perched on a branch to catch her breath, she muttered to herself, “Just another day in the Glen. Maybe I should go into potion sales.” She glanced at her camera and smiled. “But then again, where’s the fun in that?” The Moral of the Story Some days are filled with adventure, unexpected reunions, and questionable poetry. But if you’re Trixie the fairy, you learn to take it all in stride—with a sharp wit, a good dose of sass, and a camera to capture the chaos.     Bring the Magic Home If Trixie’s whimsical adventure made you smile, why not bring a touch of her enchanted world into your own? 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by Bill Tiepelman

Mystical Eyes of the Celestial Butterfly

The night was heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine, the kind of fragrance that clings to the soul and invites it to wander. Selene walked through the forest, her lantern casting flickers of golden light on the ancient trees around her. She had heard the rumors—whispers carried by drunken lips in shadowy taverns. Somewhere deep in this forgotten wood lived a creature of impossible beauty, a being that walked the line between the mortal and the divine. They called it the Celestial Butterfly. Selene didn’t believe in fairy tales. Not at first. Her life had been shaped by practicality, the sharp edges of survival, and the cold certainty of loss. But something had shifted the night she’d first dreamed of the butterfly. In her dream, it had appeared to her, wings like flower petals painted with starlight, its luminous green eyes locking her in place. When she awoke, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the creature wasn’t merely a figment of her imagination. It was a call. The forest grew darker as she pressed on, the lantern’s flame barely enough to hold the shadows at bay. There was no path to follow, only instinct and a faint hum in the air that seemed to guide her. The sound wasn’t natural—it was too delicate, too deliberate. It vibrated just below her consciousness, tugging her deeper into the woods like an unseen hand. Hours passed. Or perhaps it was minutes. Time felt strange here, stretched thin and malleable. When Selene finally stumbled into the clearing, she gasped, clutching the lantern as if it could shield her from the sight before her. The Guardian Revealed The butterfly wasn’t a creature bound by nature’s laws. It was an amalgamation of everything beautiful and terrible in the world, its massive wings shimmering with colors that seemed to shift with each breath Selene took. Jewels—no, not jewels, but something more alive—adorned its wings, refracting light into cascading rainbows that danced across the clearing. The creature’s body was delicate, almost skeletal, but its eyes burned with a brightness that pinned Selene to the spot. “You’ve come,” the butterfly spoke, though its mouth did not move. The voice echoed within Selene’s mind, rich and resonant, layered with centuries of knowledge and sorrow. “Why?” She opened her mouth to answer, but no sound emerged. Her reason for seeking the creature suddenly felt small, insignificant. What could she say? That she was searching for meaning? For some assurance that her life hadn’t been reduced to a series of empty nights and hollow days? That she longed for something, anything, to make her believe in wonder again? The butterfly tilted its head, its gaze softening. “You carry the weight of a question you have not yet dared to ask,” it said. “But beware. Answers are rarely as comforting as the questions that birth them.” A Glimpse of Eternity Before Selene could respond, the butterfly unfurled its wings, and the world shifted. The clearing around her dissolved, replaced by a kaleidoscope of shifting colors and shapes. It was as if she were falling through the fabric of reality itself, each layer peeling back to reveal another beneath it. She saw glimpses of things she couldn’t understand: vast oceans glittering with stars, cities built from light and shadow, and faces—so many faces—each one marked by joy, sorrow, or longing. In the midst of it all, she saw herself. Not as she was, but as she could be. Stronger. Braver. Whole. But the vision was fleeting, and when it faded, she was left with an ache in her chest she couldn’t explain. The butterfly’s voice returned, softer now, almost tender. “You see? The truth of the world is not a single story but many, woven together in ways that defy comprehension. To understand it fully is to risk unraveling yourself. Do you still wish to know?” Selene hesitated. The enormity of what she had seen threatened to crush her, but there was a part of her—small, defiant—that burned with curiosity. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling but firm. “I want to know.” The Price of Knowing The butterfly regarded her for a long moment before nodding. “Very well. But knowledge comes with a price, and you must be willing to pay it.” “What is the price?” Selene asked, though a part of her already knew the answer. “Your certainty,” the butterfly replied. “Once you see the world as it truly is, you will never again find comfort in simplicity. Every decision, every choice, will carry the weight of infinite possibilities. Are you prepared for that?” Selene’s heart pounded in her chest. The life she had known—mundane and predictable as it was—suddenly felt like a prison. If the price of freedom was uncertainty, she would pay it gladly. “I am,” she said. The butterfly’s wings began to shimmer, and Selene felt a warmth spreading through her, starting at her chest and radiating outward. It wasn’t painful, but it was intense, a sensation that left her breathless and trembling. When it was over, the butterfly was gone, and Selene was alone in the clearing. Aftermath The forest was silent as she made her way back, but the world around her felt different—brighter, more alive. Colors seemed richer, sounds more vibrant. And though she couldn’t explain it, she felt lighter, as if some unseen burden had been lifted from her shoulders. In the days that followed, Selene found herself drawn to the smallest details: the way sunlight filtered through the trees, the delicate veins of a flower petal, the laughter of strangers passing by. She didn’t have all the answers—perhaps she never would—but she had something better. She had wonder. 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