50 Word Stories: November 5th (Guy Fawkes Night)

They scatter, fauns and satyrs, nymphs and dryads, for England’s night is full of fire. Scared away by explosions of colour, myths and legends exit before holidays of our own making. For one night we celebrate our own folly and devious machinations at the expense of true fable. How odd.

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42 thoughts on “50 Word Stories: November 5th (Guy Fawkes Night)

  1. I had to look this one up. No worries – I’m sure the ‘fauns and satyrs, nymphs and dryads’ will flee to your house πŸ˜‰

      1. I don’t think they take up much space, but I know they can be quite mischievous πŸ˜‰ If you write a few tributes to them in the firelight tonight, I’m pretty sure they will behave for you.

  2. Very well done, Richard. I took the opportunity to brush up on my British history a tad.
    “For one night we celebrate our own folly…” How true, and how frequently repeated––around the globe.. Ahh let the true fable return.

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