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Twilight Dances
By Laura Frechette

Sweet little melody on the air you sing
With a precious harmony, in my head you ring.
Come little melody, have you the time to play.
Dance with us harmony, in the rhythm sway.
 
Sweet little mortal child, listen to us sing
Follow us precious one into imagining
Come little mortal child and stay all night long
Dance dance innocent to our fairy song.
 
     Dear harmony and melody, why do the fairies sing?
To please the earth,
                            To please ourselves,
                                                          To please the Goblin King
     Oh fairy friends, let us away. I’m frightened by your tale.
You can not leave dear mortal child, try and you shall fail.
 
All hail to his viciousness, Hail the Goblin King
       Melody, Harmony, what did you pixies bring?
A prize for you our honored lord, the child of which you spoke.
The one you would then make your own to join us fairy folk.
 
Oh Goblin King, please let me go. I have no wish to stay.
       You would rather be yourself and grow your human way.
       Why not stay within our land. I’ll grant you fairy flight
       You’ll want for nothing and you can be free to do what you like.
 
And if I should refuse you King, what will become of me.
       Then we shall curse those of your kin for your treachery.
       And you shall watch to your dismay as they fall to our might.
       So I ask you stay, be one of us and save them from this plight.
 
I will stay, my Goblin King. Until my death I swear.
I shall be your fairy child and follow you everywhere.
       So shall it be child of man, let this be a lesson to all.
       Follow not the fairy song lest you answer the Goblin’s call
 
Laura Frechette
Featuring Adam Frechette as the Goblin King

Download | 11:30

Twisted Tales of Faerie: Little Red in the Riding Hood

by Dave Frizell

Welcome to another episode of Twisted Tales of Faerie. This takes the familiar
story of “Little Red Riding Hood” and twists it up. Not everything is as it seems,
and that, of course, is the point. These tales are not for children.

Starring:

Tanja Milojevic as Little Red
Kim Gianopoulos as Mother
Al Aseoche as Grandmother
Russell Gold as The Wolf
Gareth Bowley as Hunter
AND
Terry Cooper as The Narrator

Released under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0.
Music by Kevin McLeod www.incomptech.com.

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Siren Song
By Laura Frechette

Task Master:    Bend your back and ROW!  Bend your backs and ROW!
Men:            Our backs are burned. Our arms are sore.
                    Where is the wind on this cursed sea.
Task Master:    Bend your backs and ROW!

Men:            Days gone by on a glassy sea.
                    No wind or breeze nor birds that cry.
                    No clouds to guard us from the sun.
Task Master:    Bend your backs and ROW!!
 
Men:            A wind? A WIND! RAISE THE SAILS!
Task Master:    Stow the oars and man the lines!
Men:            A time for rest from the cruel sun.
                    To dream of a land called home.
 
Task Master:    Man overboard, Man overboard!
Men:            He was in a trance. A lady’s voice was on the wind he said.
                    And though he went to rescue her…

Task Master:    …that’s how he met his end.
 
Siren:            Come to me. Come to me.
                    Men of the sea…come..
                    My song shall lead you to me.
                    Sailors all…come.

                    Broken shall their hearts be,
                    The women of the shore.
                    For they stole my love from me.
                    This price settles the score.
 

Featuring the Voice Talents of:
Alex Gilmore, Stevie K. Farnaby, and Mark Kalita as the Men and Task Masters
Laura Frechette and Gwendolyn Jensen-Woodard as the Sirens

Music Provided by Kevin MacLeod at Incompetech.com
Art Provided by Laura Frechette

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The Pixy Play
By Laura Frechette
 
There is a wooded called filled with oak sycamore and pine.
The ferns and fallen leaves cover the ground as frost covers all in the area.
 
A small stream caresses the curves of the valley.
If followed, it joins the river and on the way down to the constant rush of water
the remnants of a flood remains.
 
An older pine is ravages.
The roots are pulled fromt the earth and the split trunk and branches
rest just behind its stump.
 
At first it seems like nothing more than an old fallen tree.
But as the sun sets whispers begin to rise from shadows.
The fireflies begin to collect and hover aroung the branches and alcoves
Created by the water’s wll to make nature into a theatre.
 
“Gather round ye pixy folk,” a little man’s voice calls.
“Ye beasts and feathered friends in the trees, come and join us for a time.
There’s a riddle to be solved and a story to unwind.”
 
So birds and chipmunks, squirrels and insets make their way to the open aired theatre.
Even the guardian pixies come forth into view and take rest as the moon begins to rise.
From behind the raised bark of the tree stump little lights begin to appear
And to applause or boos they play their parts and tell their night time tales.
 
But for us the light is dizzying,  and the night is our time for rest.
And before you know what has happened, you are drifting into a dream
With the sound of distant voices in your head.
When you awake the sun is ready to rise above the horizon.
You gather yourself and embrace the cold morning for your trek back to your man made world.
But as yoiur depart, just for an instantm you hear a little man say,
“We are here every night. Not to worry. You will get to see our play.”