Saturday - Stories and illustrations for children - sorcerers - OOPS

First published by Spellbound - A Fantasy Magazine for Children, Summer, 2002, Sorcerers

You have on your magic hat and magic cape.  You have just gotten a brand new magic wand.  You stand in front of the full length mirror, wave your wand, and chant those super magic words and . . . 

POOF!!!

You have turned yourself into a frog!

Now what do you do?

Wednesday - My Art - Fantasy, Sci-fi, and Horror - watercolor - fish party

Fish Party by Marcia A. Borell

First published in E.O.T.U. in 2002

Wednesday - My Art - Fantasy, Sci-fi, and Horror - Pradi Blade

Cover - Glyph: The Journal of Fantasy and Legend, Issue 11, 2003

Saturday Stories and Poems for Children - The Night Fairy

First published in Lightning Bugs, the poetry of Erin Donahoe, 2003

The Night Fairy

by Marcia A. Borell

She wings her way through warm night skies,

Flying in the glow of fireflies.

Cricket music brings her delight,

She adds the songs of birds of night.

Feeling the rhythm in her toes,

Tapping them now on pointe she rose.

The dragonfly begins to twirl,

Pirouettes with the fairy Pearl.

They tango, waltz, and jitterbug,

Sleepy they  share a final hug.

Dancing all night they all need sleep,

Into bed they all slowly creep.

With red rosebuds Pearl made a bed,

as dreams of dancers fill her head.

Night fades and the moon and stars set,

Now sunrise gleams a gold rosette.

Wednesday My Art - Fantasy, Sci-fi, and Horror - Cosmic Queen

Cosmic Queen

BY Marcia A. Borell

Alone awash in fiery drapes she wades,

Through meteoric seas of living dream.

Celestial comets twine her flaming braids,

As Pisces soars above the stellar stream.

Along the bank she seeks with silver spade,

The clay to dig and mold enchanted orbs.

With mud a sphere upon her hand is made,

To dry awaiting brightly colored robes.

She plucks appealing globes of cosmic dust,

To spin a wooly skein of pastel cloud.

Her needles stitch bright hues on earthy crust,

The rivers run so blue it makes her proud.

Around and around she turns the infant world,

To pick and carve the oceans, lakes, and sea.

Then pinches folds for mountains knit and purled,

Her breath upon the planet sets it free.

Poem and illustration first published in A Calendar in Poetry and Art 2005, published by Sam's Dot Publishing.

Saturday Drabbles, Flash Fiction, Poems, and Illustrations for Children

Poem

Nighttime
by Marcia A. Borell

Amid the trucks and toys your books may lay
Forgotten 'til the end of day.
With rubbing eyes and open yawn you seek
To cuddle and from under blankets peek.

With thumb in mouth and satin edge to cheek
We turn the page while rockers start to creak.
As dragons, knights and castles fill the air
A little finger twirls my hair.

I gently stand to walk across the floor
While ugly monsters vanish out the door.
One final hug in your warm downy bed
Your tiny fingers reach for bunny Fred.

With Fred in hand I stroke your silky hair
Then stretch and yawn and take the tiller's care.
I set the solar sails to guide our flight
A homeward bound we sail through starry night.

Marcia A. Borell
First published in Kid's Visions, 2004

Wednesday - My Art: Fantasy, Sci-fi, Horror - Destiny's Tears

Destiny's Tears

A Drabble by Marcia Borell

Destiny looked out over her realm. Humanity was divided by age, emotions, and suspicion. Shadows had skewed their perspective darkening their reality. Sadly she reached into her bag of consequences.

In the bag were many smooth spheres which contained glittering particles of stardust. Most released an even mixture of hope and sorrow, health and illness, love and hate. An icy one stuck to her hand. Pulling it out she stared into its ugly swirling darkness.

Destiny's tears fell as she cast it upon the world. In the murky blackness there were specks of silvery dust. Hope, there was always hope.

First Published in the poetry chapbook - Passion Fruit and Other Loops by L. A. Story Houry, June 2003

Wednesday - My Fantasy, Sci-fi and Horror Art - Dusty Dreams

First Published in Dark Animus, Issue 3, May 2003, for the Poem, Cure All, by Mark McLaughlin.

Dusty Dreams

A Drabble by Marcia Borell

Sleep! It would be so lovely to close my eyes and sleep. To stretch and relax into fresh sheets and feel the heaviness of my eyelids as they slowly close. I long to feel my breath become deep and easy filling my lungs with lilac scented air.

Dreams! To fly, run, fall, dance, to dream instead of counting the seconds, minutes, and hours as the hands on my clock continue to move.

The dream maker was my only hope. He sprinkled his magic dust in my forever open eyes as I sadly stared past him into my empty non-existent dreams.