Wendy Seames Garner > Writing | WritersCafe.org

A collection of short stories inspired by the month of November.

Everything glistened with snow and ice. The little houses put me in mind of gingerbread houses, but the manor house made my mouth drop in awe.

That wasn't Mrs. Thompson's voice nor her mother back from shopping. Sandy turned around slowly. There stood a tiny little man.

Pansy nodding head in summer breeze.

Flower fairies and their miniature world.

That was no hummingbird! I couldn't believe my eyes...instead I saw a dark haired beauty dressed in what looked like amber flower petals.

Hang gliding with a leaf wasn't as easy as I thought it would be.

While walking through the woods one fall day, I stumble upon a fairy.

The wind must be commiserating with me. How can the sun be shining so brightly when all I want to do is cry?

“My car broke down just south of here, could you call a tow truck for me?”