About Daisy
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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 Wiggle
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
Tears of the Sun

Where does the sun go When he sneaks away, When the day turns to night And my thoughts fly astray On the wings of the whispers That flit round my head, And the shadows creep up And crawl under my bed? What does he see, This bright sun of the morn As he rides through the heavens Where angels are born And the stars of dark velvet Fling ice chips to clouds That soft drift falling snow On the...

Added 26 May 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 94 | 5 Comments

Nightlight

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Put a little light in this little lamp of mine, Trim the wick and clean the soot, And rearrange the skies. Put the sparkle in the stars, And kiss the sun to bed, Then leave a cookie on a plate With a glass of rich, creamed milk. Warm the sheets and cool the cushions, Chase the dark away, Not home...

Added 17 May 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 73 | 5 Comments

Awake

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Light is the demon who clothes us in iron, Broken the fae in the gift for our souls. Here is the coal in the seamless rockfaces Where heat of the ice is our weathering vane. Shifts in the black sands And sea foam in green skies, Scudding clouds lost in the bright ocean blue. Mirror looks down...

Added 13 May 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 91 | 6 Comments

You Make Me Happy

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. You make me Happy Though I may not say what Or when Or how deep this love can seep itself Inside my broken soul. You make me Happy Though the cotton clouds race away And chase the daisy shadows where The stars wink their tears away And rest in fields of moss. You make me Happy Where storms...

Added 06 May 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 115 | 10 Comments

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 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 82 | 6 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 4.93 | Views 223 | 7 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 14 | Avg Score 4.79 | Views 1,035 | 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 1,016 | 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 475 | 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 1,190 | 8 Comments

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