About Daisy

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.

Daisy Wiggle
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
Throbbing Sockets

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Throb, throb, throb, With the weight of liquid lead oceans Thumping against the League-thick walls Of iron and stone where Caverns of viscous blood Seeps and pumps into Empty sockets of spikey stitching And all I know is Pain, Pain, Pain And the sweltering molten hot ice of Agonising ache. ...

Added 01 May 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 51 | 4 Comments

Editor's Pick Blackthorn

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Face in the shadows Where eyes burn black candles And wax in the water Has armoured the lips, A soul freezes hell With the loneliness cruel, And the silence is lost Where the knife of noise slips. The buzz and the hum Of the jostling friends Who are not friends in truth, Nor are saviours of...

Added 13 Apr 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 14 | Avg Score 5 | Views 179 | 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 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,017 | 9 Comments

Editor's Pick Where Tears Reign

Here tears reign, And Self cannot be pulled together When Self is screaming, torn asunder, Where empty shell is welling up whilst Eyes of others roll Against the failings of this Selfish child, So called because She cannot rule what Others hide and stow away. 'Midst the back streets of her mind, Her common sense is raging cruel To lash her weakness, Scorn self-pity And loathe the drama...

Added 04 Jan 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 939 | 9 Comments

Recommended Read A Swarm of Bees

This musing only available on Stories Space. if you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. "Pull yourself together!" "Mind over matter..." "Don't be so ridiculous." "Get a grip." "Just calm down." "Take deeeeep breaths..." If you've never suffered from a panic attack, you cannot possibly know what it's like. I like to think that empathetic people can understand it, at least,...

Added 28 Aug 2015 | Category Musings | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 426 | 6 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 1,174 | 8 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 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,952 | 10 Comments

Recommended Read The Cool Side of the Pillow

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Languishing dreams where a heart grows still, Slowing tick of the clock drives distraction to Death's resurrection in Grey of the day Where the sun has lost hope and The curtains are drawn. Here I lie in the dark with the monsters of crowds, Where the gibber and growl of the wraiths howl...

Added 06 Aug 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 4.75 | Views 303 | 3 Comments

Recommended Read Gone

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Smears of glowering grey Roll smudged across the violet sky, Dusk sinking to Twilight sinking to Star-studded velvet Roiling night. A whispered curse is a wraith in the pit, Phantasms flying across the soul Where emptiness weeps And the echoes of pain And the twisted limbs of The fallen oak lie....

Added 16 Oct 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 512 | 5 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 612 | 4 Comments

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