LadyOtilia
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Romanian teacher and writer. I’ve been writing poems and short stories since childhood, but I also love dancing.
I hope I’ll manage to go to Ireland in this life:) I wonder what it is like to touch the water of the Lough Gur lake with my toe, or to wander on the green meadows, near Benbulbin. And there’s also this mysterious island, Anglesey, or Newgrange, or the Hill of Tara. I’d love to see these places one day, so wish me luck!
Groups
LadyOtilia is a member of ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, Art and Stories Made For Children, Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Feminine Intent (LIMIT TWO IMAGES PER DAY), Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Red Writing Room, Twisted Tales, Two Word Challenge, Up & Coming Writers, Writers Edge and Writing: Persuing Happiness.
Writing
Enchanted Folk A Sidhe Fairytale
Enchanted Folk / A Sidhe Fairytale My grandma took me with her everywhere when I was little. She showed me all the herbs and taught me how to use them. I used to think of the woods as my best frien…
Outcast Sidhe Queen
Outcast sidhe queen I was still a little girl, about seven years old I think, as the strange man came in our village. Our people gathered to look at him and at his odd horse. I held my little broth…
Unfolded Blood
Unfolded Blood “Linda”. / “I’m terribly sorry, Linda. Are you alright?” / He helped me get on my feet. The ache suddenly wrapped me. / “Where did the ball hit you?” / “Here, in my b…
The Faeryman
The Faeryman When I was a little girl, I used to go with my friends deep in the woods every day. Our favourite place was the glade, where we would play hide-and-seek and blindman’s buff. / “Dai…
Wild Berry Apprehension
Wild Berry Apprehension “You know, Brad, I’ve been longing for wild berry pie for some time… and I thought: why not going in the woods and fill my lap with berries?” / “Don’t worry, the…
Ilana at Benbulbin
Ilana at Benbulbin We were three sisters, and I was Ilana, the most beautiful, or so they said, the young men in Grange. We used to haunt the whereabouts of the mountain and we named this wild berr…
