'F' is for Fairy
By Captain Schlumpy
QuailBellMagazine.com
QuailBellMagazine.com
The Quail and the MermaidBy Rachel Jones QuailBellMagazine.com 
EnchantedBy Luna Lark QuailBellMagazine.com My ship sails waters gleaming blue Waters that reflect symmetrical you With every wave so gracefully serene My pure fondness of you grows amply keen And as the gulls melt into a sky so profound I suddenly feel as if my heart has been bound To only one creature who has ever breathed It is you who has enchanted me, I’ve always believed VampireBy Sarina Gito Photography QuailBellMagazine.com 
Tiddly MooBy Christine Stoddard QuailBellMagazine.com There’s me and There’s you Tiddly Moo Tiddly Moo There’s us Without him Tiddly Moo Tiddly Moo And I ask you this What shall we do? Tiddly Moo Tiddly Moo Shall we weep clinging to his lullabies Tiddly Moo Tiddly Moo And understand That we’ll go too? Tiddly Moo Tiddly Moo Lolita TwoBy Zoe Chick QuailBellMagazine.com 
The Tale Of Mr. RêvusBy Marius Herzog and ScriblabStudios QuailBellMagazine.com Eyes Like Emerald By Connor Ludovissy QuailBellMagazine.com Harry looked out over the ocean for the thousandth time. How long had it been since the world ended? How long since that fateful day when everyone was consumed by flame? Everyone else, anyway. He sat on the beach, letting the waves wash over him. Inch by inch he sunk into the sand, as if the Earth was trying to swallow up the one that got away. “You’re not getting me,” he muttered, rising to his feet and brushing off his khakis. That’s what he had worn every day now for a long, long time –khaki pants, plus a short-sleeved dress shirt. As a young lawyer in San Francisco, he had always enjoyed dressing up. Of course, with everyone else gone, there wasn’t much of a point to it –but he did it anyway. It gave him a sense of familiarity in the unfamiliar world he inhabited. Charlotte, his wife, tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around. “Honey,where are you going? You always spend your morning on the beach,” she said. Harry smiled weakly and ran his fingers through her long, blonde hair. She was the very picture of beauty and innocence. “I have something to do,” he said. He looked into her sparkling green eyes. He used to get lost in those eyes. “Don’t worry. I won’t be long.” He walked up the porch steps to the back door and turned to look at the ocean one last time. Now,Charlotte and the boys were swimming. An instant later, she was teaching them to ride their bikes on the sand. Harry blinked and they were gone. He closed his eyes tight and fought back the tears. He had rehearsed it countless times. It was practically impossible to screw up. He sat on the couch in the living room, staring out the front window and holding the Walther PPK to his chin. All he had to do was pull the trigger, and it would all be over. Simple as that. That’s all he had to do. It was simple, really –the only thing he had to do was squeeze the trigger, and- Harry bit his lip and pulled the trigger. Click. Sign Language By Oscar Sharp QuailBellMagazine.com Do you believe in fairies?By Lisa M. QuailBellMagazine.com 
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