About Daisy
Biography

Daisy prefers to share herself in the third person, because she feels safer that way. She is generally a very shy and anti-social person, who can fool you into thinking she is confident and friendly when she has to. She's not, really. She does love her friends, and being in their company, but she prefers to wander in solitude through both desolate, lonely places, and those twinkling with fairy dust, sparkling lights, and sweeties. She loves giggling and silliness, and one of her favourite phrases is that there should be "More Joy in the World". She regularly attempts to make this happen by being silly and then going to her Favouritest Place in All The Land - bed.

Name:
Daisy Dutch
Date Joined:
25 Apr 2012
Last Visit:
12 Apr 2014
Sex:
Female 
Location:
Wiggleton
Interests:
A winding path leads Daisy's imagination through a magical exploration. Sometimes she allows her senses to wander the Realms of the Otherworld, touching the stars with dreamy delight. In fact, Daisy would like to be a star. She says, "Daisies are the shadows that stars leave us so we do not forget them when they go to bed." At other times, Daisy falls to a hard earth with a nasty bump. She tries to find the joy in life, be it through her dreams, her fantasies, her photography, or her fishing, even when her hope has faded. "And the deep, swirling fog rolled in, saturating the air and ground with mystic portents and whispered secrets. When the clouded mists of grey-pearl veils are lifted away, will sunshine and rainbows be the result?"

One never knows where Daisy might wander - it could be to the beach for tiddly fish hunting, or to the moors for contemplation. It might be to her most secret heart's desires that she keeps locked away from the Ordinary World, or to the shop of Frivolity, Glitter, Stripy Socks and Gingerbread Men. She likes to be dreamily pretentious, uttering phrases such as, "For it is only in our dreams that the True Magic is manifest; I sit, I dream, and Magic kisses Hope and brings it life." She also can't believe anybody might have even read this far!
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Stories Published By Daisy
Lost Last Years

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Lonely in the night and rain, My heart is lost in bare, cold dreams That slide beneath the rotting mulch, Never to be brought to life. Let the shadows sing in pain, Shuddering mists upon the moors; The year fades dark in drifting seas Where serpents writhe in hidden caves. Paper flowers and...

Added 31 Dec 2013 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 197 | 5 Comments

December Skies

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Deep azure wells turned upside down, Fathoms of years above my head Where the stars of faerie coins wink brightly And shine upwards to the earth below. The Snow Queen flies, her minions a-flurry To serve the haughty, ice-crowned witch. The earth beneath her royal train Lies lost in slumber,...

Added 08 Dec 2013 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 71 | 3 Comments

A Little Christmas Fairy Tale

This story only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Once upon a time, there was a little Christmas fairy. She was a beautiful little Christmas fairy! Her lips were as pink as sugar mice, and her eyes were holly-green, like the holly sprig she wore. Her curly hair was a mane of spun gold, and her wings shimmered liked feathered frost. Her dress had...

Added 07 Nov 2013 | Category Childrens | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 292 | 8 Comments

Editor's Pick V-Sign to the Sunshine, Stripy Socks and Gingas

This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Sometimes I feel that the world is a graceless place. Well, alright, I always feel that. For me, every day is a task that I cannot look forward to. But there is no way to rearrange my knickers drawer in procrastination of meeting the morning (or afternoon, on my days off), and I am lacking...

Added 19 Aug 2013 | Category Musings | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 263 | 7 Comments

Recommended Read Ember

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Blue so black, A velvet sweep away to deeper shadows empty; Points of diamond ice prick splendour Into this thin, still-born air. Breath is wreathed around my face, Silver sinking, mouth to ground; A glittering mist of moisture's stasis Beads the frozen earth with glass. Silence, heavy, Hope...

Added 01 Dec 2013 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 100 | 4 Comments

Recommended Read An Ode to a Sad Existence

I wished I was a flower underneath a great big tree, But then a dog would come along and shower me with wee. I wished I was a chestnut tree with lots of lovely conkers, But kids would come and nick my nuts and that would drive me bonkers. So I wished I was a schoolie living in the ocean seas, But a fisherman would catch me and then cook me with some peas. So I wished I was a beer that was...

Added 07 May 2012 | Category Poetry | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 274 | 11 Comments

A Little Fat Fairy Tale (Part One)

Once upon a time, there was a little fat fairy. She was a short, squat, roly-poly puddin’ and pie fairy, with a little brown mop of hair, a rounded potato nose, a wobbly tummy, and fat little arms and legs that made her look like a Dandelion Clock with tapered limbs. (It must be pointed out here that the Dandelion Clocks always took exception to that description, as they were much more...

Added 30 Apr 2012 | Category Childrens | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,128 | 9 Comments

A Little Fat Fairy Tale (Part Two)

“Helloooo! Can yooooou heeeeeear meeeeeee?” The voice was still calling. The little fat fairy reached a break in the trees and found herself staring at a Wide Open Space filled with grass. At the very end of the Wide Open Space was an Enormous White House, bigger, even, than the Royal Palace in the Diamond City! The little fat fairy knew that this was where the Big People lived! All fairies...

Added 01 May 2012 | Category Childrens | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 518 | 9 Comments

A Little Fat Fairy Tale (Part Three)

Late the next morning, when Mr Robin Redtummy sang outside her front door, the little fat fairy rolled out of bed, sleepy but excited! She showed the stately bird her dress, and the fireflies (whom he promised not to eat – he told her they gave him indigestion anyway). Mr Robin Redtummy was most impressed by the wonderful Daisy dress, and he wished the little fat fairy well, making her promise...

Added 02 May 2012 | Category Childrens | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 445 | 10 Comments

Doughball Boy and The Bakeryboo Finding You Summer Holiday

This story only available on Stories Space Once upon time, in the land of Bakeryboo, there was a little town called Puddington. At the northern end of Puddington, was Apple Tart Lane. And at the end of Apple Tart Lane, was a little house called Plum Pudding Cottage. And in Plum Pudding Cottage, lived the Doughball family. Mr. Doughball was a mince pie. He had lovely, soft pastry, a...

Added 12 Aug 2012 | Category Childrens | Votes 15 | Avg Score 4.93 | Views 609 | 11 Comments

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