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My Perfume Your Poison
When I married the king, most women envied me. They would probably change their minds had they known how hard my life in the palace was.
My royal husband was a workaholic, who cared much more about the State affairs than he did for me. I did not see much of him after our wedding. I wish the same had happened with the daughter of my husband from his deceased wife, my stepdaughter, who always followed me like a shadow…
At my first meeting with the princess, I almost fell in love with her. Face pale as the moon, waist-long hair black as ebony and soft as crow feathers, cherry red lips, she looked like a beautiful china doll. Smiling like an angel, she bowed graciously and then approached and kissed my hand. “Welcome home, mother,” she said, voice melodious as the song of a nightingale.
It only took a few days to find out how wrong I had been.
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Once her father out of sight, she revealed her true self: a spoiled brat, who only cared about herself. She did not have much lo
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Dream Sweeper- Ballet inspired by N.Gaiman story
                           DREAM-SWEEPER
Short fantasy ballet based on Neil Gaiman’s “The Sweeper of Dreams”
                                 By Sissy Pantelis
CHARACTERS
The Sweeper of Dreams (or Dream-Sweeper)
Little girl
Were-goat
Young girl in black
Demon
Young woman in blue
Handsome young man
We see a garden with many trees. The garden is a simple representation of Dreamland – or of dreams. Every time a new dream is set in motion, one tree comes to life (as described in the different scenes). As the ballet starts, a tree is visible on the right of the stage; the other trees are in the darkness and resemble each other. The tree bears fruits- luminous fruits shining in various colors like rainbow jewels. Under this rainbow-tree, there is a little girl dressed like the little shepherdess in H.C. Andersen
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RAINBOW THIEF
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RAINBOW THIEF by Sissy Pantelis -Art by Josephine Wall
"Colors are not allowed on the world I come from. My kin is known as “the Clouds” and we are Shadow warriors. We play with light and darkness as fast as possible, in whatever way we like, provided we manage to create those combinations of patterns that allow to better fight and defeat the Shadows. Colors would divert our attention from our aim and make us less efficient, our Masters say. Only a few of us, chosen by the Masters, were allowed to use colors to improve their technique of combat. Colors were kept in a Secret Chamber where only the Masters had access.
Even though very young, I was selected as light-provider – this is something like a cup-bearer – to the Masters. I believe that they chose me because of my gracious dance; they were probably preparing me to be among those few privileged to handle colors.---"
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Dream Spiral
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The ballet is splendid. I never expected the dancers to be that good and the scenery … it is like a dream! But you outperform all other dancers. The ballet would lose most of its magic if you were not there. God, what a talent you have! You don’t just dance; you are the Snow Queen. I cannot blame that little boy for losing its mind to you. I would also follow you everywhere, even in the darkest corner of the frozen nightmare realms!
I cannot get my eyes off of you…You are like a fairy queen that came to life. Nothing could capture all of your charm. All I can do is to try and draw you. This is the only way to keep in my mind some of the dream you give with your dance. “Don’t put too much of your thoughts in her. She is beautiful and talented, about this there is no doubt. But she has a heart of ice. You shouldn’t expect too much of her. She is just a seducer, nothing more.”
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Christmas Firestorm
https://dansemacabreonline.wixsite.com/neudm/sissy-pantelis-110
"Mom would not let me go out on Christmas Eve. Most kids would go downtown and sell matches, an old tradition in our town on Christmas Eve. It came from an old legend – or was it a fairy tale? I am not sure. Whatever the origin of the tradition, it would not change anything for me: mom would not let me out anyway. She would not even allow me to join those kids who went to sing Christmas carols to the neighbours.
So, while the other kids had fun, I was sitting on my own, sad and frustrated. "This isn't fair," I said to my doll. Only she would listen to my pains, and she alone could understand me...."
To read the whole story, please click on the link.
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Delirium
https://dansemacabreonline.wixsite.com/neudm/sissy-pantelis-109
"Strange thing was that every time I woke up after butchering vegetables of the nightmarish brigade in my dreams, I saw one more of my dolls dead. Blood streamed between their legs, like a glittering red train or stained the doll’s chest, in the shape of bright red headless birds or tailless fishes that looked like wide-eyed doughnuts.
I was killing the dolls. How the vegetables of my dreams turned into my real dolls I could not say. But I was the murderer - about this I had no doubt."
To read the story please cick on the link.
Thank you
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Masquerade
Sissy Pantelis
Masquerade
http://www.dansemacabremagazine.com/sissy-pantelis-106
All started with beautiful music. It sounded like the magic flute of a fairy playing a melody composed by the wind, the lord of music- enchanters.
At the sound of the wind's music, the guests whirled, like autumn leaves, in the grey fog. They whispered and laughed and they seemed to enjoy the free-fall, even though it seemed to last forever.
Finally, all guests landed softly on something that was like thick velvet grass.
The young man took off his mask and looked around. He had not enjoyed the long fall; he was dizzy, and the mask on his face was too tight, and made him feel uncomfortable.
Also, he could not understand what he saw around him. It was like a whirling waltz of masks that shifted into flowers, animals and magic creatures. Maybe it was the other way round – the flowers and the other figures became masks, he could not say for sure.
To read the rest of the story, please click the link above
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Twisted Passion
https://dmdujour.wordpress.com/2017/02/01/sissy-pantelis-twisted-passion/
Dear Nightmare,
I cannot understand why you are so mean and cruel with me. You’ve haunted me for so many nights and I always welcomed you like a good friend.
Then you became unfair and unkind to me, showing more and more anger – almost hatred toward me. Why? What have I done to deserve your hatred?
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To read the rest, please click on the link. It is very short.
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MAGIC LANTERN
https://angiesdiary.com/stories/magic-lantern/
The radio broadcast on that evening was about the famous rock singer that was almost as popular as King Elvis. The guy had the mysterious, dark kind of beauty of an underworld god and his last show “Magic Umbrellas” was such a tremendous success that all teen girls were in love with him and most teen boys wanted to be like him.
With such an adoring fandom, I was expecting listenership figures to break records and I was prepared for anything – apart from what actually happened that night.
Please click the link above to read the rest of the story
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Poisonous Sortilege
A perfume is a weapon, my grandmother said. No matter how hard I tried, I could not understand what she meant by this.
         To me, a perfume was but a delight. Especially our traditional family perfume that my grand mother favored above all the others; the one my mum would wear with her fabulous dresses and beautiful jewels. In my little girl’s eyes, mom in her glamorous outfits was like one of the fairy queens in the fairy tales she was reading to me. The jewels sparkles were a wonder, akin to fireworks, and the scent of the perfume would fill my mind with all sorts of marvelous dreams.
         When I was five, I used to steal some of mom’s perfume when she was out. I did not mean ill; I just longed to sense fragrance-incited dream too.
         Not surprisingly, on my early teens, when I started going out, I would wear this perfume too. Like my grandmother, I loved changing perfumes; I was exc
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CATERPILLAR SYNDROME
https://www.dansemacabremagazine.com/#!sissy-pantelis-97/c10v9
The clock chimes three times. Trying to ignore it, I grasp my cup of coffee and bring it to my lips. Before I have time to take a sip, the white rabbit emerges from the coffee. The rabbit darts a glance at the clock then stares at me. “Time to go,” he says and fastens the clock to the pocket of his waistcoat with a golden chain. As we dive into the coffee, I wonder how a clock as tall as the room can fit into the miniscule pocket of the rabbit and how the thin golden chain can hold it there. I am about to ask the rabbit, but the brown curtain is lifted and we are at a theatre stage that looks like a courtroom. The three judges at the bench are birds in black robes, the sleeves of which are adorned with three rows of red hearts. The judge sitting at the centre is a crow and wears golden-framed glasses; the judge on his left is a duck and the one on his right is a sort of a woodpecker crowned with a huge red crest
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When I married the king, most women envied me. They would probably change their minds had they known how hard my life in the palace was.

My royal husband was a workaholic, who cared much more about the State affairs than he did for me. I did not see much of him after our wedding. I wish the same had happened with the daughter of my husband from his deceased wife, my stepdaughter, who always followed me like a shadow…

At my first meeting with the princess, I almost fell in love with her. Face pale as the moon, waist-long hair black as ebony and soft as crow feathers, cherry red lips, she looked like a beautiful china doll. Smiling like an angel, she bowed graciously and then approached and kissed my hand. “Welcome home, mother,” she said, voice melodious as the song of a nightingale.

It only took a few days to find out how wrong I had been.
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Once her father out of sight, she revealed her true self: a spoiled brat, who only cared about herself. She did not have much love for me either, and spent her time inventing ways to torment me.

Seeing that I loved chess, she asked me to teach her how to play. She lost very quickly as she was completely unfocussed.

“It is your fault!” She burst in tears and shouted like a demon, refusing to listen to whatever I had to say. She threw a tantrum and scattered my beautiful jade and ebony chessmen on the floor, almost breaking the black queen and one of the bishops.

I still don’t know how I managed to keep myself from slapping her face. I picked up the chessmen and placed them back into their velvet box. “You are right, my sweet,” I said in a trembling voice. “I am not a good teacher.”

I hired one of the best chess masters to teach her, perfectly aware that the poor man would waste his time with this little fool. At least, I had some peace during her chess lessons.

Apart from those lessons, she did not have many interests. She spent almost all day with seven foolish dwarf jesters so untalented that their jokes would not make a pig or a donkey laugh. My step daughter took a great pleasure at their company and giggled all day at their silly jests, her favourite ones being stupid witticisms aimed at mocking me.

At first, I would find refuge in my chambers. But after some time, I would always find her there, alone or with one of her midgets. The few times I was alone in my bedroom, I would sit in front of my mirror and mourn about my unhappiness.

The mirror was my only confidant; he could read my thoughts, understand my mood, and knew all the deep secrets of my heart. “Worry not, my queen,” would the mirror say into my mind. “You are so beautiful! You can attend feasts or organize masked balls and invite the high nobility; the most beautiful men and women of the kingdom will be there. The king’s daughter is too young to attend balls. You are so brilliant! You could invite all sorts of artists, writers, musicians. You can talk with them or have them perform for your court. The princess has no interest in such things; she only loves the insipid jokes of her dwarfs.”

At the words of the mirror, I smiled, and felt better. Not only for his wise advice, but also for the nice things he told me.

Alas, how could I know that I would also lose my only friend? That spoiled little brat, the princess, loved my clothes and my jewels. She could not attend the events I organized, but she would spend hours putting on my expensive jewelry and my beautiful dresses and admiring her mirror reflection.

Even though my dresses were too large for her, and for all her stupidity, she was very pretty. My mirror was soon enamored of her.

When I talked to him, he would only give deep sighs and tell me that my tormentor was more beautiful and much funnier than I. How I restrained myself and did not break the damned mirror to pieces, I don’t know.

One day, a king from the Orient, sent all sorts of presents for us. My husband, the king, had helped this sovereign to defeat his worst enemy by sending him a fleet and money. To thank him, the king from the Orient sent the most beautiful things, among which two perfumes – one for me and one for the princess. His royal perfumers were said to be the best throughout the world, and it was also whispered that they were sorcerers.

The perfume for the princess was in an emerald bottle and gave off the refreshing fragrance of lemon blossoms. Mine was in a ruby bottle, shaped like an apple, and had the fragrance of the jasmine under the moonlight, on those enchanting Oriental nights, so often praised in the songs of our bards.

As soon as she saw my perfume, the little brat was mad with envy. “This is much better than mine,” she said in an assertive voice. “I want the red bottle.” The maids of honor tried to reason with her. “Highness, this is not a perfume fit for one as young as you. Yours is splendid! The perfume sent to Her Majesty, the Queen, will be too heavy on your frail skin…” She refused to hear anything, of course. I knew that trying to talk her into sense was pointless. I took the bottle and gave it to her. “Why, my sweet, just put on a few drops on your neck and hands. If you like it, you can keep it.” I spoke in a soft voice –what other choice did I have anyway? Deep inside, I wished that the perfume had been a genuine apple and that the unbearable child chocked at the first bite she took…

Was it the work of some magic in the perfume or a mere accident? I cannot say. Hardly had the spoiled princess applied two drops on her neck that her face started to swell, she lost her breath and dropped senseless on the floor. Only thanks to the thick velvet carpet was her head not injured.
She remained unconscious for days, at the great distress of my royal husband. I pretended to be deeply affected too, but I will not lie: I was relieved. Free from her obnoxious presence, I could breathe… At last!

The king of a neighbor land sent his best doctors, accompanied by his elder son, the heir to the throne. The young prince saw our little devil asleep and mistook her for an angel. Thanks to those doctors, she finally opened her eyes, but she is still weak. The prince never leaves her side. My husband is doubtful, but I am sure that the young man is in love with her. Wonderful!

I wear my best dress, put on some of the jasmine perfume and go to sit in the garden, close to my beloved roses. They are now my best confidants as I no longer trust the treacherous mirror. I don’t need him either. The perfume gives me confidence, and unlike the mirror, it has remained faithful to me. It must be magic; its quantity in the bottle never lessens.

I will do all I can to have the useless stepdaughter of mine married to the prince, who kindly came to visit us. I will get rid of her forever and nobody will accuse me. She will certainly take her midgets with her. Good riddance!

I relax and breathe the enchanting perfume. All will be well. I feel good. I feel powerful. As the scent reaches my lungs, deep inside, I know that I am already relieved of my worst burden.
My Perfume Your Poison
Here is an extract of a short story of mine that has not been published yet. The whole story is written and it will soon come out (I will keep you updated of course). 
For the moment, I am just working on my novel- not writing short stories or comic scripts or anything else. So, I post this to show you that I am still here :)
This story (as you will have guessed) is a transposition of Snow White. With the stepmother showing A LOT of patience to her young stepdaughter who is unbearable. 
This story was inspired by the wonderful work of Russian photographer Chervona Vorona. She kindly allowed me to use her photos to illustrate the story, and I cannot thank her enough for this. The two featured photos illustrating the main characters are by her. You can see more of her work here: www.facebook.com/ArtChervonaVo…
I will let you know when the story is out. I hope that you will enjoy this bit. 
A lovely day and a nice week to all :heart: 




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                           DREAM-SWEEPER


Short fantasy ballet based on Neil Gaiman’s “The Sweeper of Dreams”

                                 By Sissy Pantelis





CHARACTERS

The Sweeper of Dreams (or Dream-Sweeper)

Little girl

Were-goat

Young girl in black

Demon

Young woman in blue

Handsome young man



We see a garden with many trees. The garden is a simple representation of Dreamland – or of dreams. Every time a new dream is set in motion, one tree comes to life (as described in the different scenes). As the ballet starts, a tree is visible on the right of the stage; the other trees are in the darkness and resemble each other. The tree bears fruits- luminous fruits shining in various colors like rainbow jewels. Under this rainbow-tree, there is a little girl dressed like the little shepherdess in H.C. Andersen’s fairy tale or like a porcelain doll depicting a shepherdess: the girl wears a colored dress of a fantasy shepherdess. A goat-headed man stands beside her. They are in a position to start a dance. Their motionless attitude reminds of a couple of porcelain doll-dancers. Apart from this couple, we have two “statues”: a girl dressed in a black dress and a girl in a blue ethereal dress. They stand under the dark trees and they are motionless . Those two girls are different dreamers- or the same dreamer at different stages of her life.
SCENE 1
The little girl and the goat-headed dancer dance a cheerful dance under vivid lights in various colors (probably caused by the rainbow tree). This is a dream of a child, it is a fairy tale. The little girl enjoys the dance with her goat-headed partner. As they dance, the sweeper enters discreetly from behind the tree. He is dressed in dark pants and he is naked from the waist up with just a huge phosphorescent dragon tattooed on his torso. He also wears a black hat like a chimney sweep. He starts sweeping –he performs gracious movements, he moves like a feline shadow. The lights of the fruits on the tree become increasingly dim. Just before they are off, the little girl notices the sweeper. She stares at him in delight and does not protest as the sweeper leads her goat-headed partner off stage. The little girl performs a few more cheerful steps around the sweeper while a blue light (which represents the day light and the end of the dream) appear. The sweeper takes off his hat, bows to her and kisses her hand. All this make the little girl all the more delighted. She enters the cone of the blue light and leaves her dream cheerfully while blowing kisses to the sweeper who waves at her.


SCENE 2
As soon as the little girl is gone, the second tree at the middle of the stage becomes visible under a dim red light. It is quite frightening; it bears luminous eyes of wild animals instead of fruits. The eyes stare threateningly at the statue of the girl dressed in black. She starts dancing, trying to get away from the eyes, but it seems as though she is trapped. A demon appears – he dances around the young girl, he tries to possess her. The girl is frightened, she struggles to escape the demon, she even tries to fight him, but all this to no avail: the demon ends up capturing her and forces her into a wild erotic dance. The girl cannot escape the dance with the demon; she follows his movements, even though she is frightened. Then the sweeper enters. Here too, the wild luminous eyes on the tree are the first to go. The demon becomes upset and slowly, unwillingly leaves the stage under the influence of the dream-sweeper who dances behind him. In this scene, the young girl in black has not noticed the sweeper; she keeps dancing and only notices that the demon is gone. The sweeper dances behind her, sweeping whatever remains of her nightmare, but to her he is only a shadow. The girl in black advances slowly to the blue light and she looks relieved and confused at the same time as she enters into it.


SCENE 3
The tree on the left of the stage is now illuminated; its “fruits” are blue flickering  lights like the stars of the night, like glittering sapphires or like fireflies. The girl dressed in a blue ethereal dress starts walking graciously and searching for someone. A very handsome young man appears and together they dance a romantic dance. They are completely taken by each other, they dance under the stars of the tree as though nothing else in the world matters or exists. The sweeper of dreams appears, he does his job with gracious movements. The blue lights on the tree go slowly off, but the couple keeps dancing as if nothing had happened. The sweeper now comes close to the couple; he tries to take the young man away. But the girl dressed in blue reacts violently; she protests, she protects her partner: she does NOT want him to go. The blue daylight cone appears; the sweeper points to it quietly as if to make the girl to understand that it is time to wake up. She only becomes more aggressive and makes it clear to the sweeper that HE is the one who has to leave. He has to let her lover alone, they want to be together. The sweeper ends up resigning and leaves, his head down. Before he disappears completely, he darts a sad glance at the girl who holds the hand of her lover and is about to continue their romantic dance. But the partner is attracted to the cone of blue light. The handsome young man keeps appearing and disappearing into the blue light.  The girl desperately tries to hold him back, but he finally disappears. The girl runs all around searching for her lost lover. He is not to be seen anywhere. Suddenly, there is a loud noise like a thunder and a strong blue light. A grave appears to the horrified eyes of the young girl: she dances around the grave in despair; she is insane with grief and there is nothing she can do. She ends up collapsing on the grave or kneeling beside the grave, sinking into madness or despair – or both.
Dream Sweeper- Ballet inspired by N.Gaiman story
Here is something quite special. A few years back, there was a competition organized by the Royal Opera in London. The contest was themed on "The Sweeper of Dreams", a short story written by Neil Gaiman and published in his collection "Smoke and Mirrors". The contest was about writing lyrics inspired from the tale (it was supposed to last about 5 minutes if sung with music). 
Now, lyrics and poetry has never been my forte. But as the contest was organized by the Royal Opera, I thought: why not transposing the story into a ballet? 
I never wrote a ballet, so I went to see various livrets of famous ballets. Among others, Theophile Gauthier had written quite a few ballet livrets (the ballet story. The rest would be the job of the choreographer). 
My ballet did not win the contest (I believe that it was off topic anyway) :) But to write a ballet was a wonderful experience for me. 
Also, Mr Gaiman loved the idea of his story being transposed into a ballet and this made me happier than to win a contest that did not have much to do with what I am doing anyway. 
I share the ballet with you and I hope that you will enjoy it.
Useless to write that this cannot be used in any way. The initial story is ©  Neil Gaiman. The ballet is a special kind of fan fiction, I guess. 

Art is by Kevin Lei. 
You can hear the original story read by Neil Gaiman here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPnsdS…
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Just saw this: store.playstation.com/en-us/pr… . It seems that somehow, Blue Sparkles has made it into the game world... 
Well done to Iridania and the Thunder Prince! When you survive Dreamland, you can make it anywhere. 
Waiting to know more details and I will update soon :) 
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RAINBOW THIEF by Sissy Pantelis -Art by Josephine Wall
"Colors are not allowed on the world I come from. My kin is known as “the Clouds” and we are Shadow warriors. We play with light and darkness as fast as possible, in whatever way we like, provided we manage to create those combinations of patterns that allow to better fight and defeat the Shadows. Colors would divert our attention from our aim and make us less efficient, our Masters say. Only a few of us, chosen by the Masters, were allowed to use colors to improve their technique of combat. Colors were kept in a Secret Chamber where only the Masters had access.



Even though very young, I was selected as light-provider – this is something like a cup-bearer – to the Masters. I believe that they chose me because of my gracious dance; they were probably preparing me to be among those few privileged to handle colors.---"

TO READ THE REST OF THE STORY, PLEASE CLICK ON THE LINK
I hope that you will enjoy it!

RAINBOW THIEF
 The story was mainly inspired by the drawing by Josephine Wall that illustrates it. The idea of the story came first to me when I was listening to "Fly To The Rainbow" by the SCORPIONS. But this was just an idea; I could not make a story just with that.
When I saw this artwork by Josephine Wall, the missing bit was immediately there. It was an opportunity for me to dedicate a story to this wonderful artist, who has always been so kind to me and has given me permission to use her work to illustrate my stories in the past. 
Many thanks to Adam Henry Carrière for publishing the story, to the SCORPIONS for the first idea and of course, many sincere thanks to Josephine Wall. 
I hope that you will enjoy the story.
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When I was a young child, two things happened: -I inadvertently swallowed ink.
-I had a wonderful grand mother who cooked the best cakes in the world and read me lots and lots of fairy tales. When she had nothing to read, she invented fairy tales. Please note that my mom was pretty good at telling fairy tales as well and my father is a journalist.
All this is equivalent to belong in a family of wizards and falling in a cauldron with magic potions by accident.
With ink streaming in my veins and my brain filled with fairy tale stuff (I was extremely disappointed that fairies did not actually exist and very unhappy that Mary Poppins was not my nanny), it's hardly surprising that I deviated from normal.
Fortunately I was affected by no mental disease.
I just love writing.It's my magical power...maybe my curse as well.
I am a co-editor in French SF magazine GALAXIES. Link: is.gd/gdmv

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My 2 comics published by MARKOSIA

1. RED NIGHTMARE - script by me -Art by Danilo Antoniucci: daniloantoniucci.deviantart.co…
Preview: Tiger king Ishkandar is a ruthless tyrant. After a lively hallucination, he decides to change. Like any change, the metamorphosis of the Tiger King will not please everybody in the kingdom. Fortunately, the king has wonderful allies to help him through the period of adaptation.


Available at all AMAZON sites: www.amazon.com/Red-Nightmare-S…
and Comixology (digital form): www.comixology.eu/Red-Nightmar…
Also available at MARKOSIA: www.drivethrucomics.com/produc…

2. BLUE SPARKLES -script by me- Art by VURORE:
Preview: Walpurgis is a sacred feast in Fairyland. Bathed in moonlight, the fairy princess and the heir of Thunderland dance and enchant all guests with their ethereal moves. But the sinister sharp eyes of an old enemy, are locked on the two dancers. And from far away, somewhere in the dream realms, a mysterious red moon casts threatening reflections upon them.
Unaware of the shadows that gather all around. Will their passion prevail over dark magic, powerful curses and the tricky paths of Dreamland that lead to dangerous traps?


Available at all AMAZON sites: www.amazon.com/Blue-Sparkles-S…
and Comixology (Digital form): www.comixology.com/Blue-Sparkl…
Also available at MARKOSIA: www.drivethrucomics.com/produc…

forums.jazmaonline.com/topic.a… - my interview on Jazma about the comics I am currently working on.

My interview by Paulo Britto - a writer I admire a lot!! Many thanks for his kind words: www.paulobrito.pt/magical-inte…

Recently my bio has been added in the Greek wikipedia. You can see it here: wiki.redworlds.gr/tiki-index.p…
The bio itself is not much, but you can see a detailed list of all my published work, including articles, interviews and comics// short stories published only on a printed version (so they are not available on line).
Here are some links of my recently published stories:
MIRAGE : Angie's Diary

1) "They Won't Get Me" -published in Spanish magazine miNatura
bibliotecadelnostromominatura.… -Art by Didizuka

angiesdiary.com/stories/they-w… A longer version of the story in Angie's Diary

2) "Rat Incense"- published in Angie's Diary: angiesdiary.com/stories/rat-in…
Art by Heather Watts

3) "The Rainbow Bird of the Shadow realms":  sissypan.tumblr.com/post/50169…
Art by Anna Ignatieva

4) "Dream Tiger" - angiesdiary.com/stories/dream-… Art by Andrew Atroshenko

5) "Absinthe Spirit": www.kissthewitch.co.uk/seinund…
Art by Didizuka

6) "Unholy Confession" : angiesdiary.com/stories/unholy…
Art by Vurore

7) "Dark Queen" : www.servercronos.net/bloglgc/i… (Spanish and English)- Art by Hollow Moon Art

8) "The Bet": bibliotecadelnostromominatura.… -Art by Cindy Bertet

9) "Magic Lantern": angiesdiary.com/stories/magic-…

10) Review about "Hunted" and "Nightmare Spread" : www.kissthewitch.co.uk/seinund…

Most recent:11) Sweet Wolf: angiesdiary.com/stories/sweet-… -illustration by Josephine Wall. Many thanks to Josephine Wall for kindly giving permission to use her work to illustrate the story.
This story was also published in Spanish in issue 117 of MiNatura themed "Licantropia"

12) Oriental Nightmares -in Ironic Fantastic- anthology (edited by Rhys Hughes): www.smashwords.com/books/view/…

13) Ungodly Diva - in Glamourama (anthology themed on cinema - edited by Rachel Kendall): www.kissthewitch.co.uk/seinund… - You can read my story on page 32.

14) SPELLBOUND : A young girl buys from a witch a perfume with a love spell in it. But the spell does not work exactly as she had expected... angiesdiary.com/stories/short-…
I REALLY enjoyed writing this story. I hope you will enjoy reading it.

15) NEMESIS: A Halloween story. Ghosts are not the only ones seeking for revenge. Sometimes the most unexpected creatures can turn into a nemesis if they are offended. Beware your manners - especially with dolls! To know more, please read the story here: angiesdiary.com/stories/fantas…
Many thanks to wonderful Rebeca Saray for authorizing me to use her beautiful artwork to illustrate the story.

16) PUMPKIN FAIRY: One more Halloween story- this time it is a fairy tale about an enchanted pumpkin. You can read the story here: angiesdiary.com/stories/fantas…
Art by Michael CHEVAL

17) DREAM POPPY: A little girl tells her doll a fairy tale about a child that turns into a fairy. You can read the story here: angiesdiary.com/stories/fantas…
Art is by Anna Ignatieva

18) DEVIL'S ADVOCATE: A trial in the Middle Ages. The accused is... a cat!! : angiesdiary.com/stories/fantas…
Many thanks to Eric Ridgeway (Emortal982) for the kind permission to use his artwork to illustrate the story.
You can visit his gallery on DA: emortal982.deviantart.com/

19) SWAMP REVENGE: A story of madness, revenge and beauty-not necessarily in this order. Published in DANSE MACABRE: www.dansemacabreonline.com/#!r…
Illustrated by Nelleke Scoemaker. You can see her work here:hollow-moon-art.daportfolio.co… and on FB:  www.facebook.com/HollowMoonArt
Many thanks to Nelleke for the wonderful work on the illustrations.

20) HELL OSCILLATIONS: A man trapped in a tarot deck... Or is he trapped in his own nightmares? angiesdiary.com/contests/sprin…

21) GRAVEYARD SIREN: The story of a widow who wanders in the graveyard every night and asks the spirits where she can find her dead husband : angiesdiary.com/stories/fantas…

Article in SF Mind Meld: www.sfsignal.com/archives/2014…

22) THE GIRL IN RED - short story published in anthology IRONIC FANTASTIC Issue #3 -edited by Paulo Britto: www.lulu.com/shop/paulo-brito/…
Accompanied by illustration by Big Bad red: bigbad-red.deviantart.com/art/… (you can visit her site here: bigbad-red.deviantart.com/

23) SONATA FOR A LOST KEY - short story published in a bilingual anthology themed on Dragons (English and german) by Steph Engert: www.facebook.com/starlightdrag…

Please keep tuned. More to come soon. I update regularly my FB page: www.facebook.com/pages/Sissy-P…

24) CANTARELLA- in IRONIC FANTASTIC #5 - edited by Paulo Brito: www.lulu.com/shop/paulo-brito/…

25) SF Signal Mind Meld: Favorite weapons in fantasy worlds: www.sfsignal.com/archives/2016…

26) THE CATERPILLAR SYNDROME -DANSE MACABRE issue #97 : www.dansemacabremagazine.com/#…

27) POISONOUS SORTILEGE -DANSE MACABRE issue#96: www.dansemacabremagazine.com/#…

28) TWISTED PASSION - Danse Macabre du Jour: dmdujour.wordpress.com/2017/02…

29) MASQUERADE - Danse Macabre #106: www.dansemacabremagazine.com/s…

30) DELIRIUM - Danse Macabre #109 dansemacabreonline.wixsite.com…

31) CHRISTMAS FIRESTORM -Danse Macabre #110: dansemacabreonline.wixsite.com…

32) DREAM SPIRAL - Danse Macabre #111: dansemacabreonline.wixsite.com…

33) RAINBOW THIEF -Danse Macabre #113: dansemacabreonline.wixsite.com…

You are welcome to follow my Nightmare page too: www.facebook.com/pages/Nightma…

I recently participate in this page too (Enigma Dreams): www.facebook.com/enigmadreama4…
Please be aware that we always do all what is possible to give due credit to the artists that created the pictures we post on those pages. We are sorry to see that some people never care to post the names of the artists. Sometimes, however, it is not possible to find the name of the artists in spite of our efforts. In those cases, we are sorry- we cannot give any name.
If you recognize any of your work on our pages and you wish your name mentioned, please let us know. I assure you that we put time and energy in research so we  can give due credit. Thank you so much!

Many thanks to all the artists who collaborate with me on one or various projects
Vurore- Didizuka- CarminePucci- Hollow Moon Art- Danilo Antoniucci (not on DA)- Hikashy- Wilton Palaccio- SoniaLeong
  • Listening to: Silence
  • Reading: Grimm Fairy Tales
  • Watching: Westworld
  • Playing: No time for this-too much work! :(
  • Eating: Chocolate (while on a diet) :P
  • Drinking: Coke and water (not at the same time)

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Traumatosis Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2018
Thank your for Faving the picture of Queen Wealtheow
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Wishing you a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :D

I hope you had a wonderful day in company of your friends and family. :D
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Thank you very much for the Watch :)
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A pleasure, dear ! Your work is fantastic! :heart: 
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Thank you for the :+devwatch: Hi! 
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It's a pleasure! Thank you for the beautiful art :heart:
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A pleasure, dear! :heart:
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Thanks for watch!!
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