About Angelish Stories

Silver in the Green – Flash Fiction

One thousand words about a teen up in a tree.

“Angelish!” He could hear them shout from where he sat. Perched, one foot dangling sitting crouched on his other, his hands pulling down a plentiful leaf filled branch to keep him hidden amongst the thick branches and summer leaves. His silver hair had quite a few twigs stuck in it, but he could not care less.
A number of people had come and gone, each one shouting a variation of his name and title.

Regal justice – Short Story

Using the same characters from Silver in the Green but in an alternate universe. A fanfiction of my own story if you like. 

The echoes were fresh in Angelish’s mind. His used-to-being-slammed door was slammed open after the man his mother had married barged in. She had married him when she fell pregnant with Angelish, his real father unknown to anyone but her. She had been forced into a quick arranged marriage to the prince who became king soon after the wedding. Now, in Angel’s room, the king barked at him to stay there because of some ball or celebration that was happening. He stormed back out, slamming the poor abused door again, locking Angelish inside until further notice.

More stories to come!

To be determined.