Fairy Tale Fragments

The Ever-Queen

Fragments about or pertaining to any one of the Ever-Queen's many selves and forms. Sometimes spoken directly by herself or through the voice of others. But in the end, everything is really her and hers. She is the story. She is the heart of the fairy tale. She is the magic that holds the impossible and the wild.

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In the Time of the Dreaming

Fragments from the years spent wandering the ever-shifting country of the Dreaming. During this time, the Ever-Queen was barely aware of herself as a queen and only saw herself as a pawn to fate. It is also within this time that her heart was ruled by the Raven Monarchs and lived at the mercy of their magic, not realizing that their power was rooted in her belief and her love.

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The Impossible Garden

Fragments from the years when the Ever-Queen was slowly discovering her strength and her magic. These were the years of many trials and errors, and the time when many seeds were being planted whether she realized it or not. This was the time of countless beginnings hidden in countless endings. The Garden is also a soul-place of comfort and easy refuge, an escape, a save point, a safe front with which to face other worlds.

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The Wildforest

Fragments about everything within the Wildforest's borders, and sometimes a little beyond it. Overheard conversations, passed-on myths and tales, superstitions, histories, memories, a few secrets -- from the most mundane to the most obscure and mysterious.

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Blue Wonder Love

Fragments that encompass the arrival of the Flower-Marked until the time beyond ever-afters. These are the closest to the Ever-Queen's true stories, a merging of presents and futures where what-will-be is rewritten to change what-was, and where what-is-now is a string of spells and impossibles-made-real and where constant falling is a virtue and love resides in a madhouse of broken rules. This is the long con love story spun from all the Ever-Queen's once-upon-a-times.

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The Impossible Garden and the Wildforest

It is all about finding the thin line that is both a thread and also a space through which you slip through. It is about being able to live through all the possibilities. It is having that capacity for hope, that at the next turn it could be the street of a city you’ve never been to. Or when you look up from stirring your coffee you see a face that recognizes you from a dream you had countless nights ago. It is finding the bridges across the oceans of cannot-mustnot-shouldnot

Marichit Garcia

Nov 183 min read

This is Why

This is why the garden is impossible and the forest is wild. It is a present that is writing its history in order to shape a desired future. And with every shaping the future becomes the present. And the past is a vast, vast landscape where anything could have happened. To craft a story one needs to be fluent in forest, for it is wildwork , and only chaos carries the seeds of impossibles. To be fluent in forest one must navigate the grammar of dreams, and wrestle some of the

Marichit Garcia

Oct 291 min read

The Forest is a Love Letter

The forest is a love letter. It is also a heart, and a story. A fairy tale. A hope, a wish, a longing. It is addressed to the one who can read it. The one who will understand the nuance of every leaf and flower, every creature's tail twitch, wing flutter, every tree's murmur. It is desire split open like a ripe fruit. A secret shouting itself. It is a call, a sign, a hidden country with an unspoken language. It is a quest along wildflower paths and through unlikely doorways,

Marichit Garcia

Oct 291 min read

Something Old, Something New, Something Breaking, Something Blue

Something Old is me, all worn out, all wrung dry, all empty, a ghost, a fading dream. Something New is what I want. To get out of this vicious loop of the same old stories. Something Breaking is my heart, again and again and again. Something Blue is the fairy tale waiting to be told in a language I have yet to learn.

Marichit Garcia

Oct 281 min read

The Way into the Wildforest

The way into the deep forest Is sometimes a cracked rib, A heart torn by broken bone, Like letting out the seams Of a summer dress that's become too small. Even dreams need space for coming true. Bravery needs a battlefield even if The monster you fight is yourself.

Marichit Garcia

Sep 21, 20211 min read

What is the Wildforest?

The wildforest is a country, a heart, a fairy tale.

Marichit Garcia

Jun 24, 20211 min read

Blue Heart Princeling and Blue-Blind Boy

The tale of the blue heart is a love story in labor. The Wildforest is pregnant with it, conceived after an invisible secret courtship that never happened sometime in the middle of a certain July. Maybe it is a nine-month thing, maybe not. Maybe something happens in March, nine years after. It is a wild story, all fierce and weepingly beautiful, and sharp, and painfully elusive, and most impossible. It is also light and sunshine and unexpected foolish smiles out of nowhere a

Marichit Garcia

May 3, 20211 min read

The Forest & the Story

The wildforest is a forest of stories. But most importantly it is a forest for the Story. It is a trick of mirrors and windows and shadows and storm. It is a confession and a quest for love. It is a courtship and a marriage and a happily ever after. It is a fairy tale, the kind that happens all the time, again and again, to every heart that believes. A blankness lies ahead, as the ever-queen stands on a threshold. Pushing boundaries is always a hard task. So much of herself s

Marichit Garcia

May 3, 20211 min read

Time

There is Time, and then there is Timeliness. And always there is the Story, with its Unfolding, and Chapters, and Small Deaths, and Small Beginnings. There is time, in its usual pace and pattern. Then there is Time. Weaving and wobbly. Spiral and labyrinthine. Permeable and translucent, really. Always dripping with anomalies and aberrations, always stained with magic, barely hidden yet rarely noticed. The question of When is at the root of all tales. Even the ones that only w

Marichit Garcia

Apr 6, 20211 min read

A Twist of Fate (Possibly)

Monday morning. I woke up strangely feeling as if something wonderful happened but I don’t know yet what it is. Like I received the most-awaited and unexpected spectacular news but I can’t remember what and only the feeling remains. Like maybe a god had absent-mindedly plucked a thread of my lifeline and thought “that sounds beautiful” and turned a gaze on me. (this fragment is dated around the time of arrival of the Flower-Marked)

Marichit Garcia

Apr 1, 20211 min read

The Raven Monarchs

They were everything she was taught to want and to fear.

Marichit Garcia

Mar 31, 20211 min read

Once Upon A Time Always

This is a fairy tale with no beginning and no end. It is the story of the Ever-Queen and of every broken piece of her wild rebellious heart.

Marichit Garcia

Dec 2, 20201 min read

The First-time Visitor's Guide to the Impossible Garden & the Wildforest

It is said that the content of this guide are from fragments that show up at random times after a summer rain, or in the aftermath of a storm. Finding one means the forest is speaking to you, and is hoping to be heard.

Marichit Garcia

Nov 27, 20201 min read

Notes from the wildforest #20714

Trawling through the tattered remnants of the day and my selves worn down to scrape the hidden bones of souls trying to find any spark, anything that could still remember desire, anything that could play at a semblance of love.

Marichit Garcia

Jul 14, 20201 min read

Notes from the wildforest #20710

lost princeling with a tinsel crown caught wandering in the wild of the woods I asked the crows to lead you out I asked the moon to hide your path I asked the trees to lose the traces of your voice I asked the sea to drown your scent

Marichit Garcia

Jul 10, 20201 min read

A Shadow speaks

So I hung around closer to the surface after I felt her fall. Damn. You should see the bruises but she brushed them off and smiled that sweet (foolish) smile. I wanted to shake her until she snaps out of it. But I have to admit, I got curious. She can be sensible (well, one of us has to be, haha) and I know she does not pursue lightly. She does not love lightly. Damn, I thought. Here we go again. We were both doing fine with the fantasy stuff. She'll feed us all these books,

Marichit Garcia

Mar 30, 20002 min read