Archives for Marlie Stories

Do you believe in magic?

Do you believe in magic? She knew about magic: deep magic tucked away behind that secret door, to be opened only at her command. In days gone by, the door was always half ajar inviting her in freely, without hesitation. The rooms behind the secret door had welcomed her whenever she desired to enter, even during waking hours. But these days, access was not as readily available. Locating the door itself had sometimes become a challenge. She had considered that perhaps she needed a special command to call upon it. So, she had tried to close her eyes summoning the
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My Favourite Place

My Favourite Place It emerges in the distance like a mirage, far off on a hill in the heart of Italy, in the magical region of Umbria. A mediaeval city first Christianized in 238 CE, Assisi is an unexpected oasis. I first heard about Assisi in the early 70s through the glorious film called Brother Sun Sister Moon, written and directed by Franco Zeffirelli. The film is a living, moving tapestry or painting. It tells the story of the life of Giovanni Francesco di Bernardone who was canonized in 1228. He became better known as St. Francis of Assisi. The words
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Neighbours

Neighbours Deirdre Jones had enough. This was the third set of neighbours moving in beside her home, in the duplex. The third set in as many years. They came and went. Always noisy. Carousing, if the truth be told. The rumbling engine on the massive moving van parked on the road, too close to her downstairs front window, was noisy and polluting the air. Big men, with thundering voices kept hauling in the bulky furniture. For hours. The falling snow was causing the sidewalk to be slippery. The blundering men swore streams of obscenities as they nearly dropped the dining
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Life Long Companions

Life Long Companions   It had been a long four months. Staying mostly indoors, Gaby needed a new distraction. Internet research projects were interesting, but her mind wandered elsewhere. For several days, her searches shifted to sites that promoted pets for adoption: specifically dogs. She had discovered Pugs a few years back – the small, piglet dogs with black, over-sized protruding eyes, twisted tails and snorting nostrils. There they were! Four blonde, busy puppies in the back room of the pet shop − all yelping, standing on hind legs, puppy on wriggling puppy trying to jump over the make shift
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Time and Space

Time and Space All she wanted was her wings. Why was that such a challenge to fulfill? Her first encounter had been with a cloaked, shadowy figure who ushered her into a wall-free room. There, she seemed to have been waiting forever. Waiting on a wooden chair.  Waiting for instruction. Waiting for time to pass. She complained to the figure about her lengthy anticipation in this place. The response was simply: “Time and space are illusions.” At long last, she was handed two forms to fill out for the Department of the High Council. Then much later, there came another
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Her Story

Her Story If you were to journey to her haven, far from the city gates, what questions would you ask of her?  And if she were to look deep into your eyes with her piercing dark ones and respond with that enigmatic smile, how could you be satisfied with her words, “It was long ago. It no longer matters.” Instead, I believe you would persuade her with other questions, until she would finally relent and tell her tale: I was born in a fishing town where my father held a prominent position. Being the only child, he encouraged me to
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Fear

Fear She used to love old black and white films: especially the horror ones, produced in the late thirties and forties. By the time they were released for television, the sound was slow and eerie and the character movements were jerky and mechanical. The most intriguing, scary aspect of these films was the interaction among the various ranges of the colour spectrum – from white to grey to black. All these traits were precisely part of the attraction. When the production worked most effectively, with hovering, menacing shadows and piercing shrieks that penetrated her entire nervous system, she would grab
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Written in the Stars

Written in the Stars She had tried to reach him for days. In fact, she had already warned him two months before. He hadn’t listened then, and apparently, he was shutting her out now. Several years before, she had unearthed interesting information about him. Although these might have been well kept secrets, they were not as deeply tucked away as they have since become. For example, it was never discussed that his first wife held serious superstitions. No surprise. People from Eastern Europe are still very much enmeshed in ancient folk lore, fantasy and ritual. Add to this, his own
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That which lies within

That which lies within She doesn’t know my secret name; nor therefore, the power of its magical spell. I told her once, shortly after I came to her, in this my sixth life. Sometimes when she stares deep into my eyes though, I sense that she knows. For a minute-second of intense concentration I grasp that she connects to the magic. But then it is gone. I came into existence in my natural form, from somewhere long ago. Then I was revered. I was worshiped by Pharaohs. Even when they buried me in the far-reaching caverns of their tombs, my
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Travelers

Travelers She was glad to see him. The morning tour guide had left the group at Grand Place. It was the intoxicating aroma which had drawn her to the Neuhaus chocolate shop. While heading back outside with the delectable package in hand, Sophie had bumped into him. He politely asked if she minded him tagging along. “Not at all!” she had answered, much to her surprise. She generally liked being alone. But from the time she had boarded the tour coach in Calais, she had noticed something about this man that had intrigued her. Perhaps a long ago memory? Now
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