FanStory.com - For Sandra Stoner- Mitchell by Ulla

Rest -

at times we long to pause, reflect

and recollect our joys once known;

divest those cares and disconnect,

find solace in the place called home.

Amid that shelter from the storm,

we heal and, with faith's gift, transform.

Author Notes My very best wishes to Sandra who's been battling her severe and stressful condition of asthma and has reluctantly decided to take time out in the hope of advancing her recovery.

A Peppered Pickle (my thanks to Dolly for creating this verse form)

Pick a subject for the first word which should be one syllable only. Describe your thoughts about the word in four lines using the rhyming format below with internal rhyming. Then the closing couplet should conclude thoughts on the subject. Seven lines, written in iambic tetrameter.

a,
x x x x x x x b
x x x b x x x c
x a x x x x x b
x x x x x x x c

x x x x x x x d
x x x x x x x d

Chapter 3
Thank you, Sandra

By Ulla

I remember a couple years ago I was a little low with a few personal items taking up our time. I felt that I had posted a lot of work that hit the site at the wrong time, and no one read. So, I posted my whole book of short stories to be read at ten cents a pop. Sandra, you read them all. You read the ones that I was happy with, and the ones with which no one would be happy. You saved the day for me, and I cannot thank you enough.
Have a good rest and return to us when you are ready.
Love,

Bill Schott

Author Notes Image from Google

Chapter 4
xoxoxoxox

By Ulla

Dearest Sandra ~

Your class and graciousness brought me so much joy and encouragement when I first joined FS. Our "common nemesis" made our bond even stronger as time went on, as did our frequent video chats, which I absolutely loved.

Although I will miss reading your posts, I'm glad you're listening to your body and taking a hiatus to heal. It's like archery: sometimes you have to pull back a bit in order to soar ahead with abandon and hit your mark.

I'm sending you nothing but love and all my best wishes for restored health. Be a bulldozer, Sandra!

Much, much love ~
xoxoxo
Rachelle

Chapter 5
You Will Be Missed

By Ulla

You will be missed
Though we know why you’ll be away
You will be missed
Your future works are on your list
So you’ll return quite soon we pray
And we look forward to that day
You will be missed

ðÂŸÂ’Â–ðÂŸÂ’Â–ðÂŸÂ’Â–

Author Notes Adding to the Book re Sandra's temporary leave. Get well soon!

Thanks to Teafor2 for reminding me about the Rondelet poem:

Lines 1, 3 and 7 are repeats and four syllables...
Lines 2, 4, 5 and 6 are eight syllables:
lines 2, 5, and 6 must rhyme
Line 4 must rhyme with lines 1, 3 and 7.

Chapter 6
All the way from Australia ...

By Ulla

Dear Sandra,

Although you will be missed by all, remember that you are cared for and prayed for, and everyone will be looking forward to your return when your health is better and you have more energy.

It's important to focus on your health as a priority. The measure of the esteem of your fellow FanStorians is that you were Writer of the Year for 2024, a wonderful accomplishment, and we all join in congratulating you again.

Hugs and best wishes from Australia.

Wendy.

Chapter 7
Sandra's Get Well Story

By Ulla

(Sent with love, prayers, smiles and hugs)
Delivered by your favorite ghosts
Eleanor and friends

*****

The candlelight flickered, casting golden shadows on the stone walls as the room fell silent. From behind a towering velvet curtain, a figure emerged, draped in shimmering robes the color of parchment, with quills tucked into his sash like swords at the ready. His silver spectacles balanced precariously at the end of a long, dignified nose, and his beard flowed like wisps of old library smoke.

He tapped his scroll once (dramatically, of course), cleared his throat, and stepped into the circle of gathered spirits. Announcing —

"Ladies and Gentlemen of FanStory and Ghosts of Good Standing may I have your attention! By royal summons of Lady Eleanor of the Eternal Estate and under the seal of the High Quill Council of Whispering Winds and Proper Tea Drinkers, I present the following proclamation!"

"Spread the word through cobwebbed halls and cozy cottages, from misty moors to moonlit manors that our beloved Lady Sandra of Southampton, England, has taken ill."

"This sacred parchment bears witness to a gathering of the dearly determined Fanstorians and the dearly departed, who have sworn upon their teacups, biscuits, and spectral honor to restore her strength, rekindle her smile, and remind her that she is never, ever alone."

"And so, this mission is now underway by the light of flickering candles, warm soup, and the power of friendship."

******

The blue candle flickered, indicating calmness, serenity, communication, spiritual protection, and peace.

Eleanor felt it before the flame danced. A tug on her heart. A whisper from the other side — not from those no longer with us, but from someone very much alive and dearly loved.

"Sandra's not herself," Eleanor murmured. "Our beloved friend. The one who cheered when no one else dared. Who believed in us even when we were just echoes on the page."

"She brought us to life," James muttered, fiddling nervously with his ancient pocket watch. "And now she needs us? That's a twist, but one we gladly accept."

"I'll make soup," Lorrie declared, already bustling around the kitchen. "Carrots, celery, chicken and noodles, ghost herbs — comfort and goodness in a bowl." She huffed and added, "Because no one gets better on tea and dry toast. I'll add a spoonful of love and comfort to bring a smile."

"She always laughed at my cooking," Benny added. "Said it was an 'adventure in indigestion.' I miss her laugh."

Lorrie raised an eyebrow. "It's more likely the bourbon you're always imbibing. The lady likes her gin and tonic, you know."

Before Benny could offer a protest, Sebastian appeared in a swirl of celestial light, holding a scroll that sparkled like Roman candles. "Lady Ulla of Spain sent word through the realms, summoning Fanstorian support."

Lorrie brushed her hands against her apron and wiped a tear from her eye. "Oh, bless that girl. It's so kind of Ulla to suggest it."

"And Graham?" Eleanor asked. "How's he holding up?"

"He's right by Sandra's side," Sebastian replied. "Loyal as ever. Regardless of his undying love, he's only human. We've got to give her a spiritual pick-me-up."

Eleanor studied the glowing parchment Sebastian had handed her. Her voice softened as she read aloud —

"We're gathering words, lifting her up — a card, a note, a poem — each one a thread of love. If anyone can reach her, it's us." signed Ulla.

"And it's not just Ulla," Sebastian added. "The messages keep coming like the wind knows her name."

He unrolled a second scroll, long and shimmering, words scrawled in every style of ink.

"Sandra's strength has lifted so many — now let ours carry her." — Debra

"She always knew how to find light in the dark." — Wendy

"Her words wrapped around us like a hug." — Rhonda

"Tell her I'm sending all my love. Always." — Teri

"God bless her. I will keep her in my prayers." — Debi

"I salute your courage for taking this step. Prayers and best wishes." — Pam

"I trust she'll return to us soon and in good health. That is my prayer." — Sally

Eleanor's eyes glistened. "It's not just our mission anymore. It's a gathering of hearts — theirs and ours."

James peeked over her shoulder. "That one signed it with a drawing of a cat in a top hat."

"Ah, Helen," Eleanor smiled. "Always the stylish lady. She has such a big, caring heart."

The scroll glowed brighter.

"Then let's not delay," Lorrie said. "We'll bring the soup, the sass, the sparkle, and the love. All of it."

"Let's gather the team," Eleanor said. "She was always there for us. It's time we return the favor."

*****

The door to Sandra's cozy room creaked (not spooky, of course), and friendly giggles and tiptoeing followed.

Sandra stirred, not fully awake or asleep, but knowing something was happening. She sensed their presence. A smile touched her lips.

First came the smell of chicken soup. Then, a clatter as James tripped over Lorrie's floating ladle. Her faint voice complained, "Well, if you didn't insist on appearing through the dresser mirror." She glared at him. "That's why the living use doors."

Donatelli, still in his leather coat and sunglasses, stepped forward first. "Sandra, dear, we've heard you were under the weather. I brought sarcasm, stubbornness, and my favorite mystery novels by Begin Again. You know, the ones we are in. And for a dash of humor, the Cowboy is here as well. That should make you laugh."

Jenna, radiant and kind, brushed a stray hair from Sandra's forehead. "I made you tea. I don't know if ghosts can steep it properly, so I used the good leaves. The ones I save for Mum."

Sandra offered her a lovely smile. "And how's the baby?"

Returning the smile, she blushed happily, "Growing every day. I'm teaching her to say your name."

Garth stood back a moment before offering a notebook. "You can write in it later. Or draw. Or make lists of the things you love. Just don't give up, because we all know you've got plenty of stories hankering to be told. And so many clamoring to read them."

Benny raised his glass, which shimmered with something golden. "This one's for you, Sandra. And Graham, too. You've both stood tall through every storm. Now, let us be your umbrella. It might be leaky at times, but it's one made of love."

Sebastian unrolled his glittering decree —

You are hereby granted full permission to rest, nap, snack, smile, grumble, and get better in your own time. Anyone who argues will receive a large dose of what-for from Lorrie and the rest of us. We only want you to get better.

Eleanor stepped forward last, her voice warm. "Sandra, if you feel tired, lean on us. If you feel lost, listen for our laughter. If you feel alone — remember this — we're but a breath away. Just call and we'll be here."

Lorrie sniffled and placed a steamy bowl of soup on the nightstand. "I added extra carrots and lots of chicken. Just the way you teased me about."

And with a soft breeze and a twinkle of candlelight, they were gone with sparkles of love hanging in the air.

All that remained was a handwritten note tucked gently under Sandra's pillow, penned in Carol's hand —

Dear Sandra,
This isn't just from Eleanor or her gang. It's from me — your forever friend. You've been my anchor, my spark, and my cheerleader when I didn't believe in myself. I couldn't just send a card when someone as special as you deserved a story of her own.

I hope you know that each night when you see that little angel on your nightstand, you're not just seeing a gift. You're seeing a part of me. My spirit is right there with you, keeping watch while you sleep, whispering prayers into the quiet for comfort, strength, and a gentle, speedy recovery.

We want only the best for you, Sandra. We—Graham, Ulla, me and every soul—living or ghostly — who has ever been touched by your heart — love you beyond words, Sandra.

So, know you're never alone. We're all right here, soup and sparkles included. Rest, breathe, and return when you feel you are ready.

With smiles, hugs, and all my love,
Carol

Author Notes I wrote this especially for you, Sandra, hoping it will make you smile and laugh when you and Graham read it together. It's different, but then so am I. LOL.

Chapter 8
A Dinner for Sandra

By Ulla

The doorbell rings at the Stoner-Mitchell residence ...

"Graham, dear. Can you get the front door for me? Thank you, my love."

Per the doctor's orders, Sandra was resting on her recliner, feet up wearing her bunny slippers, and a hot cup of Lady Grey tea by her side.

"Sure thing, sweetie-puss. I'd be happy too." said Graham, like a good husband taking care of his better-half.

Graham opens the door to a stranger standing on his stoop. "Hello. Can I help you?"

"Hi. You must be Graham. My name is John and I'm pleased to meet you sir," said John holding out his hand.

Graham had a puzzled look on his face, but extended his hand to greet him, as the stranger didn't seem dangerous, (Huh, how about that? Me dangerous?). "How can I help you?"

" My apologies, sir. My name is John. Oops, sorry I already told you that. I'm from the states, as in the United States. And I've been sent here by all Sandra's worldwide friends from FanStory."

Whispering, Graham said, "Sandra isn't aware of this is she? She's never mentioned anyone coming to visit."

"No sir. Once she announced she was taking a hiatus on our site, per her doctor's orders, her dear friends on FanStory took up a collection to send me here."

"Okay. Umm, to do... what per se?"

"Oh. Well this surprise visit is because her dear friends, wanted me to prepare for her, a very special meal. You know, to show everyone's affection for our "rock star" writer."

"Rock star, huh?"

"Yes sir, Graham. I dubbed her that distinction quite some time ago. She simply amazes me with her poetry and stories. Her mind is active and so engaging to all of us!"

"I'm so sorry, John, come in and let me introduce you to my dear wife."

Entering the parlor walking behind Graham, I saw Sandra fast asleep in her recliner, resting. Yes, she listened to her doctor.

"Please don't wake her. Just point me towards the kitchen and I'll get started with her FanStory Friends Meal. Quietly if I may add. And let her rest!"

"John, I cannot thank you enough for ..."

"Graham, let me stop you right there! Sandra is so beloved by everyone on FanStory. She's touched everyone's heart by either her writing or her interaction with each and every writer on the site. She's one of a kind. Truly an amazing person! But you already knew that when you asked her to marry." I said with a wink wink.

"Thank you, John. Well, here's our modest kitchen. Probably not what you're used to?"

"Graham, my friend, I'm just an untrained, home, wanna-be chef. Your kitchen suits me perfectly. Let me get started.."

"Very well, John. I'll let you be. If there is anything you need, just ask."

"Thank you, Graham. Yes there is one thing I'll need by the way."

"Absolutely. What'll it be? Blender? Air-fryer? Cutting boards? ..."

"No, no, no. The first step on a culinary journey ... do you have any rum?"

"Oh yes. For one of your recipes?"

"Heck no! It's for my two-finger pour! Care to join me?"

"Absolutely. Let me grab the bottle. Is Barbancourt Rum from Haiti to your liking?

"Let me reiterate what you just said, absolutely!"

Graham and I sat in the kitchen for the next hour. We enjoyed multiple, two-finger pours as I listened to countless stories about his amazing wife, soul mate and friend to everyone on our writing site!

******************

Sandra, you take whatever time you need to get yourself being you once again. When that day arrives, we will be here with open arms.

Chapter 9
You Wait for Spring

By Ulla

You wait for spring

to heal you with its warming rays.

You wait for spring

with buds on trees and birds to sing

to bring you cheer on longer days.

As you recoup without delays,

you wait for spring.

Author Notes Picture from Bing Images
Sandra, all the best as you rest and recover. I wrote this hoping the joys of springtime will help rejuvenate you. We hope to see you back soon. We miss your writing and your encouraging reviews.

I tried to follow Lyenochka's example and write a Rondelet. The form has repeating words in lines 1, 3, and 7. They are four syllables. Lines 2, 4,5, and six have 8 syllables. Lines 2, 5, and 6 rhyme. Lines 1, 3, 4, and 7 rhyme.

Chapter 10
A Get Well Directive

By Ulla

A Book for Sandra

Chapter 10

A Get Well directive

It is a fact, Miss Sandra, you
are mighty awesome, dear;
You've won the hearts and gratitude
Of these FSians, here.

Your kind words and your thoughtfulness
encourage and delight
us writers wracking tired brains
creating through the night.

But mainly you're a super friend
To us, which is a boon,
And I, (who am) in awe of you,
hope you feel better soon!

So, please do what the doctor says,
He hopes you won't bail out,
for, in your younger days you must
have been a good girl scout!

And we want your scout's honor
To stay in bed a bit,
For if you don't, we'll have to say,
"Behave, you little twit!"
Just kidding!!!!!!!

Author Notes with heartfelt wishes for a speedy recovery!!!
tried my best to make picture smaller. I must have forgotten something - but that's my trouble these days, forgetting :(

Chapter 11
On The Wings Of Love

By Ulla

When the golden sun outside your windowsill warms your face,

think about all your FanStory friends missing you every day

and in case you forget, I’ll send you this poem on the wings of love.

Author Notes Multi-Author Book for Sandra Stoner-Mitchell. Sandra is leaving us for a while she is not feeling well. If you would like to contribute a chapter click here

The SIJO is a three-line Korean Poem. Each line has 14-16 syllables for a total of 44-46 syllables. Modern Sijo Form may be written in six lines.ÃƒÂƒÃ‚Â‚ÃƒÂ‚Ã‚Â ÃƒÂƒÃ‚Â‚ÃƒÂ‚Ã‚Â The first line states the theme of the poem. The second line is an elaboration of the first line's theme and development. The third line is considered the conclusion of the poem and the 'twist,' which is usually a surprise in meaning, sound, or other device. click here if you want to read more

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