Mierna on Patreon

I have finally finished the first draft of “Mierna & the Circus of Mysteries” so I decided to post the unedited version on my Patreon account for anyone who would like to take a sneak peak before I officially make it into an illustrated book.

It’s only $1 for those who join. The original story is 40 pages long.

I have also posted several pieces of music on Patreon that goes with the story. You can also find them on my SoundCloud.


Mierna – Characters

Most of the characters are not introduced until Mierna confronts Bashton in the circus tent. Then she truly sees what their powers are and how they use them in the performance.

Snippet from “Mierna & the Circus of Mysteries”

With a perfect somersault, he landed on his back and grabbed up the covers. “Hmmm beddie bie. So much more comfortable!” Rolling over, his tail happily wagged like a puppy. He gave a sigh as he settled in a comfortable position facing her. When at last he spoke, his voice had lost all enthusiasm. “As much as I enjoy what I do, it’s tiring. Always having to carry that charm and expectations of an act. But let’s be real here. The whole thing is getting tiresome.”

“Speaking of being real,” Mierna replied. “When there’s something from out a storybook lying in my bed, what am I supposed to say to that?” 

“Oh, come on! You believe in us. You had to. That charm burns your pocket as pure witness.” 

Mierna had forgotten the charm placed in her pajama pants. She took it out. Whereas before the gemstones had appeared lackluster, now they glowed as though with a newfound purpose.

“You wouldn’t have gone back if you weren’t curious to know more.”

“Only because I lost it,” Mierna defended. 

“Well now that you have it,” Vlanders kicked off the blankets, “go ahead and hang it on your door, just there.” 

“What? But it’s just some cheap trinket.” 

“Oh, yee of little faith.” Vlanders watched her hang it. Once she stepped aside, he gently lifted it with the tips of his claws and bowed his head just slightly. A short burst of blue-green light flowed into the charm. The gems glistened with energy as he released it. As the charm tapped back against the door, a colorful burst of energy swept across the room. 

Mierna stepped back at the sweep of color beneath her feet, which simply faded. “The Tree of Eternity is a symbol of protection. But what are we being protected against?”

Vlanders motioned toward the window. “There are…rules of the Fae, so to speak. Just being here is breaking all kinds of rules.” He sat back on the bed. “So with that being said, we should have a little bit of time. What would you like to know?” 

“Just like that?”

“It’s one thing to be in the Fae and ask questions. But here it is different. I can be…” He gave a long sigh. “Myself.” 

Mierna sat down next to him. “I just thought all those from the Fae liked to answer in riddles or want something in return. So how was it possible for you to leave the Fae?”

He chuckled. “Why, Dreamers, of course!”


He gestured to the girl. “Like you. Like others. They are the ones that keep us in the being! Dreams can be seen in the Fae all around. They appear like soap bubbles when you sleep. You could almost pop one. Well, you can! But then there’s no more dreaming, see? It’s fun to poke at ’em, though! To make them better…or worse – depending. Sometimes…we come into them. And out.”

“So…” Mierna tried to make sense of it. “What you’re saying is when we dream, you can come through?” A nod. “So how do you get back?” 

About a week ago, I finished writing the story about a creepy faerie circus, but I didn’t like the final confrontation. So I’m rewriting that part and adding more details to make it more crazy! Because who doesn’t like bloated clowns diving from a high platform into a foot of water?

Vlanders WIP

Character poster in the works for when everything is published… then I’ll do a book signing.

From: Mierna & the Circus of Mysteries

A flash of lightning showed her worst fear. Heading directly into town was a little splash of white bobbing up and down along the roadside. She squinted, barely making out the pony’s white-patched rump keeping alongside the fence. With no other choice, Mierna dashed after him. 

“Thistle!” She knew it was pointless to keep calling his name, but she had to try even when he started weaving on and off the road. She screamed his name when oncoming headlights blinded her. All she saw was the pony’s silhouette darting in front of it. 

She heard the vehicle’s horn blow just as Thistle made a sharp left. Mierna was surprised how fast his short, stubby legs could make him go and not tire. Already out of breath herself, she followed him through some tall grass. 

Running used to be so easy for me, she realized, glad she had kept on her long jeans. Long stems and briers scratched at her legs and ensnared her feet. Once or twice she tripped, only to look up to see Thistle still going. “You’re going to be a mess going through all this, you brat!” 

At last, they came out to a parking lot. It was completely filled, with cars lining the roadside as well. She was disappointed that she could not see the show like everyone else, and instead chased after a stubborn, wet pony. 

What are you running to, Thistle? When she reached  various storage and sleeping tents surrounded by all the unpacked caravans, she lost sight of him. Thunder drowned out any sounds of his whereabouts, but it could not drown out the circus music coming from inside the towering big top. 

Mierna stepped inside a connecting back part just to get out of the rain. Though it mattered little at this point, she needed a break. There was no telling where Thistle had gone, or what he had slipped into. With the rain coming down in sheets, she was lucky to follow him as well as she did. Now she could see nothing but silver beads of rain streaming down in the lamplight. With a sigh, Mierna turned to look around at all the things stacked in various crates. There were various shiny objects that drew her eye, large hoops, balancing balls and hay – lots of hay. 

“Must be for the animals.” She squeezed between a couple of barrels, their lids partially opened, though they appeared dark inside. A tent flap separated where the two parts connected, with a decent-sized trough containing a bed of hay sitting to the side. The center seemed compressed, as though something had been resting on it. Intrigued, she carefully pulled back part of the flap to catch a glimpse of performers moving around the arena. 

At first only silhouetted figures blocked her view from changing acts. Stagehands rushed to lower and raise ropes and ignite certain lighting effects. A series of flames shot upwards that ended in colorful cracklings. This went on for several moments while four trapeze artists exchanged swings while leaping through the air. Even from the backside, Mierna was impressed with how smooth they made it seem. Below them, a two headed woman in an ornate bell-bottomed gown began to sing a duet as the music changed. Starting slow, it enticed the audience to gaze in wonder at what new event might follow.

Fire crackled like the sparklers her father brought home during fourth of July celebrations. Her anger for Thistle was soon forgotten as a large metal ring was lifted up and set ablaze. Combined with masked dancers weaving in and out among one another with wavering ribbons, drummers on the side increasing tempo, and singing conjoined twins got Mierna’s heart pounding in anticipation for the next bit.

There suddenly came the cry of a hawk, or hawk-like. The sound seemed to echo in tune with the sweet sound of epic music introducing its flight. Mierna expected a large bird of prey to cross the ring of flames. What she saw instead made her question her friend’s statement of freaks & geeks. The bird was indeed large, but it was nothing like any animal she had ever come across in a book. Its silvery feathers adjusted to mimic the multicolored flames. Two long plumes extended from the tail, fanning out to climb high over the audience. Then it turned to glide back to the other side of the arena. In a dive through the flaming ring, its wings pulled tight. Just when it reached the center, the flames intensified, seemingly engulfing the bird before it could pass all the way. Mierna heard herself gasp, as did many others in the crowd. One or two even screamed. Yet in that moment, the flames split with an eerie blue-green glow, and something else emerged in its place. 

Mierna gaped at the faun-like creature that struck the floor on two cloven hoofs. Its legs were like the hind quarters of a goat, but longer. Silver fur darkened at the knees and trailing feathering around the ankles. But it was the upper body that resembled a young man, aside from the two horns on either side of his head and silver fur covering his skin. For this reason, no clothing was needed, although he did acquire a few ribbons in a quick-step move between the other dancers. With movements that defied gravity itself, he kicked up a large hoop and spun it around himself while dancing in a swirl of fur and ribbons. A darkened goatee curled upon his chin when he finally turned toward Mierna’s hiding spot. He paused in a balancing act upon the ring when a blue-green gaze seemed to find hers in the dark.


It takes great patience to get this púca to hold still long enough to draw. From the short story: Mierna and the Circus of Mysteries.

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