Krissy Marie' Jones

I have not published stories here since June of 2006. If you would like to view my more recent work (including writing and photography), please go to you, dear friends and readers for the amazing experiences here at Elfwood. I love each one of you, and I am indebted to you for your encouragement, support and kindness. Thank you for making my stay in the Woods a memorable one. Love, ~Kris *THE LINKS* David--The blessed gift, and my beloved friend; this young man is an amazing artist, whose care and devotion to his work is evident also in the life and love he possesses for others. Elrohir--Guardian of poets, one of my first friends here in the Woods, who inspired me to keep writing and pursue my talents. Bat Baby--A caring and amazing artist, this young woman pursues both talents of writing and painting (etc), and who quickly became a fast friend here in the Woods with her silly account of the Wyvern Defenders.  You can also visit her at *I'm very flattered to say that several writers and artists here at Elfwood have written or constructed presents for me.* 'Saturn's Rings' ~Holly Davidson 'Keahi' ~David Forslund 'Guardian of Poets'~E. Hanna 'Wyvern Defenders'~Holly Davidson If there are any HP fans out there (which there must be a million of them), I have an awesome story for you to read: Mera Naam Ron Weasley Hai (My Name is Ron Weasley) Summary: Harry Potter goes Bollywood? Dumbledore, a villian? Ginny, pregnant? Ron can't remember marrying a Hindu muggle and moving to India. The last thing he remembers is going to sleep in his dormitory at Hogwarts. He was just 17 years old... Now, he's completely confused. And I also have something for all you X-Men fans out there who might care to read. The Hunt For Black Tom        Favourite movies X-Files, Ghost Hunters, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek Voyager, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and much more. Favourite books The Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Bram Stoker's Dracula, Ghost Hunting by Jason Hawes and Grant Wilson Favourite music Damien Rice, The Beatles, Regina Spektor, Coldplay, Van Halen

On the Front Lines of Heaven

This is a poem dedicated to the memory of Dan Wink, a very close friend of my family. In many ways, he was a second father to me. He and I coached together in basketball and volleyball. He taught me so much about life and faith and courage. This is for him.

Just Left-over Sand

Will never really believed in anything. Not God, not heaven, not truth. His thoughts always reverting to the past and to himself, he never grew up. But when he is diagnosed with cancer in his mid-twenties, he has a few short months to discover who he truly is. His guiding light on the journey: a bare-footed man in his young twenties whom he calls 'Sand Man.' Angels and spirits often appear to us in the humblest of ways. But their impact can be our salvation and our self discovery. This story is dedicated to my good friend Donnie, and to all others who are lost in their journey to self realization.

So To Believe

'I do not believe in faeries.' Those five words that bring about the end of the sprite of the sea.

Down the Endless Shore

A young woman has a surreal meeting with a distant ghost of a friend.

Borne to Die

'...the pipes, the pipes are calling from glen to glen and down the mountainside The summer's gone And all the flowers dying Tis you Tis you must go and I must bide' ~Danny Boy, Irish traditional A dream fades due to the absence of sight... or simply due to a huge mistake you wish you could take back...

The Tale Of My Symphony

There are some people who are called heroes--others are made legends--yet still others seem to be something greater, more meaningful. This is the tale of my Symphony, and it is dedicated to him--so Luke, this is for you, my dear sweet wonderful Symphony!

Light and Shadow

Angels... do they really exist... I think so... I hope so.

Saturn's Rings

A little fairy soul finds herself after a journey in the heavens. Also, my dear friend Holly put my poem to shame with her beautiful illustration of Saturn's Rings.

Drum Beat Of A Faerie's Wings

Abba! Abba Father, you are the potter, and we are the clay--the work of Your hands.

Bright Waters

They are two souls, both afraid and lost. Their courage has run out, and they are suspended in an empty and black sea. Fighting the demons that torment them, their tale is one of both a physical truth and a spiritual epiphany. In this story, I have quoted the Moody Blues, William Shakespeare's 'Macbeth,' and F. Scott Fitzgerald's 'Great Gatsby.' This is a tale of two different people that have everything in common. These two people could be anyone. John and Marie are me, and they are anyone who wishes to believe and to hope.

Night Sky, My Guardian

~I read in your bio that you are an avid stargazer; I guess your relative latitude is a boon in that area. I have a visual disability called Retinitis Pigmentosa. My night vision and peripheral vision are severley impaired, making stargazing virtually impossible. I would really like to see a description of stagazing in one of your poems or stories.~ This one was written for and dedicated to my pal, Elrohir! Hope you like it!

Monsters Within

'Tis distance that lends enchantment to the view--And robes the mountains in its azure hue.' ~Unknown This is a fantasy poem written for a dear friend of mine in hopes for future events of our finally meeting. David, this is for you.

Symphony of Parts

This story was inspired while I resided for three weeks in a cabin in a forest this past summer. Told from the perspective of the forest, we hear the tale of two sisters.