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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Fairy Tale / Folk Tale
- Published: 05/14/2019
You can tell a day is going to be beautiful by the way it presents itself to the world. As a matter of fact, today was the most beautiful day I have ever experienced (and yes I say that everyday). Even before the clock chimes 12 and all is anew, I believe that everyday could be the most beautiful day. This morning, sunlight oozed through the leafy walls of my bedroom, coating my skin with a bright and golden glaze. Songbirds conversed in noisy chirps and the sound of wind whistled through my ears. This was the aureate awakening which I received every morning. I stayed respectful to my routine of basking in the world around me before I even get out of bed. My wings unfold as I sit up on the edge of my bed of flora. I made extra sure to stretch them, after all, is there anything worse than a tense wing? Well, maybe being starving. I haven’t eaten in weeks and it’s really bringing down my optimistic demeanor. Fairies are not notorious for our hunting skills, as a matter of fact we’re severely lacking in the predatory department. However, during the Bleak Times we make do with whatever we can get. Anywho, I fluttered towards a wooden wagon, which I keep stored near the outskirts of my room, wedged between a recycled old knapsack (which I cannot carry on my back) and a pile of magical growing rope. I piled the materials into my wagon and dragged it through the circular opening of my front door. If I were to leave my home unprepared then I certainly would not have a beautiful day.
Down the earthy path I trot, with the handle of my wagon wrapped tight in my small right hand. I sing my special little tune on the way, “La la la da dee da dum, something wicked this way comes!”. My tiny feet make imprints in the soft soil as the wagon wheels cover them up with every pass. Tall blades of grass shield me from the predators that may want a delicious yet magical meal. Wouldn’t want to have another situation like when I last hunted during the Bleak Times. As I continued to make my way, I felt the harsh breeze of an unnatural wind. It wasn’t the type of wind Mother Nature blows to cool her Earth, but the type of wind a careless Human Child would make running by. That was exactly what I needed, and looking up to see my beloved oak I knew I was in the right place.
The wagon rolled on behind me as I ambled towards the trunk of my tree. I then removed the makeshift knapsack from underneath the giant pile of rope, and I carried it to the top of the lowest tree branch in my scraggly skinny arms. I tied the sack to a stem on the branch and flew back down to fetch the rope. Before I had gotten a chance to fly back up, the Human Child from earlier sprinted to the tree and plopped down on one of its giant roots. I wonder how come it wandered so very far from its Human Makers? Was it scavenging? Playing its Human Games? Would it play with me or would it eat me? Could an innocent Human Child do such a terrible thing? I made no hesitation gliding to the other side of my tree and making my way back up to the branch. I, being so very sneaky, sneakily observed the Human Child from above, taking note of its every movement and every breath. Oh adorable it was, I could just eat him right up! I pulled a vial from the knapsack and fluttered to a branch that stood directly over the Human Child’s blonde head. I opened the vial and poured an eensy teensy amount of the powder into my hands. The Human Child had its head down but once it glanced up it saw me hovering in front of its very eyes, which were widened in wonder, and it reached its chubby hand towards me. I was super duper sure to waste no time, I flexed my palm and blew the powder straight into the Human Child’s face, making it pass out instantly.
My growing rope came in handy with tying the Human Child up, but then there was the matter of moving it. Another vial of dust in my bag would solve this issue. I sprinkled the dust on the unconscious Human Child. This would make it fly for sure, or hover above the ground at most. I grabbed the end of the rope and pulled the Human Child along as if it were my wooden wagon, and I skipped happily home with the thing close behind me. Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t everyday that I steal a kid, but this one captivated an energy that excited me, it peaked my interest, and besides, it should not have been wandering about on its own during the Bleak Times. I knew he would be absolutely perfect for me!
Once I made it home I unraveled the Human Child and let it lay in the sun. How smooth and soft its skin looked. And oh how the leaves of his head...hair? Oh how golden and shining it was! It was certainly comparable to the sunlight that I woke up to on every new day, how glorious. Its cheeks were a gorgeous shade of pink, definitely full of blood. Yes, yes, this Human Child was the one for me. I thought today would be a beautiful day, but I had no idea just how well it would work in my favor. The Bleak Times would be a burden on me no longer, for I have found a meal that shall last me months!
A Fairy’s Tale(Laila Hayes)
You can tell a day is going to be beautiful by the way it presents itself to the world. As a matter of fact, today was the most beautiful day I have ever experienced (and yes I say that everyday). Even before the clock chimes 12 and all is anew, I believe that everyday could be the most beautiful day. This morning, sunlight oozed through the leafy walls of my bedroom, coating my skin with a bright and golden glaze. Songbirds conversed in noisy chirps and the sound of wind whistled through my ears. This was the aureate awakening which I received every morning. I stayed respectful to my routine of basking in the world around me before I even get out of bed. My wings unfold as I sit up on the edge of my bed of flora. I made extra sure to stretch them, after all, is there anything worse than a tense wing? Well, maybe being starving. I haven’t eaten in weeks and it’s really bringing down my optimistic demeanor. Fairies are not notorious for our hunting skills, as a matter of fact we’re severely lacking in the predatory department. However, during the Bleak Times we make do with whatever we can get. Anywho, I fluttered towards a wooden wagon, which I keep stored near the outskirts of my room, wedged between a recycled old knapsack (which I cannot carry on my back) and a pile of magical growing rope. I piled the materials into my wagon and dragged it through the circular opening of my front door. If I were to leave my home unprepared then I certainly would not have a beautiful day.
Down the earthy path I trot, with the handle of my wagon wrapped tight in my small right hand. I sing my special little tune on the way, “La la la da dee da dum, something wicked this way comes!”. My tiny feet make imprints in the soft soil as the wagon wheels cover them up with every pass. Tall blades of grass shield me from the predators that may want a delicious yet magical meal. Wouldn’t want to have another situation like when I last hunted during the Bleak Times. As I continued to make my way, I felt the harsh breeze of an unnatural wind. It wasn’t the type of wind Mother Nature blows to cool her Earth, but the type of wind a careless Human Child would make running by. That was exactly what I needed, and looking up to see my beloved oak I knew I was in the right place.
The wagon rolled on behind me as I ambled towards the trunk of my tree. I then removed the makeshift knapsack from underneath the giant pile of rope, and I carried it to the top of the lowest tree branch in my scraggly skinny arms. I tied the sack to a stem on the branch and flew back down to fetch the rope. Before I had gotten a chance to fly back up, the Human Child from earlier sprinted to the tree and plopped down on one of its giant roots. I wonder how come it wandered so very far from its Human Makers? Was it scavenging? Playing its Human Games? Would it play with me or would it eat me? Could an innocent Human Child do such a terrible thing? I made no hesitation gliding to the other side of my tree and making my way back up to the branch. I, being so very sneaky, sneakily observed the Human Child from above, taking note of its every movement and every breath. Oh adorable it was, I could just eat him right up! I pulled a vial from the knapsack and fluttered to a branch that stood directly over the Human Child’s blonde head. I opened the vial and poured an eensy teensy amount of the powder into my hands. The Human Child had its head down but once it glanced up it saw me hovering in front of its very eyes, which were widened in wonder, and it reached its chubby hand towards me. I was super duper sure to waste no time, I flexed my palm and blew the powder straight into the Human Child’s face, making it pass out instantly.
My growing rope came in handy with tying the Human Child up, but then there was the matter of moving it. Another vial of dust in my bag would solve this issue. I sprinkled the dust on the unconscious Human Child. This would make it fly for sure, or hover above the ground at most. I grabbed the end of the rope and pulled the Human Child along as if it were my wooden wagon, and I skipped happily home with the thing close behind me. Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t everyday that I steal a kid, but this one captivated an energy that excited me, it peaked my interest, and besides, it should not have been wandering about on its own during the Bleak Times. I knew he would be absolutely perfect for me!
Once I made it home I unraveled the Human Child and let it lay in the sun. How smooth and soft its skin looked. And oh how the leaves of his head...hair? Oh how golden and shining it was! It was certainly comparable to the sunlight that I woke up to on every new day, how glorious. Its cheeks were a gorgeous shade of pink, definitely full of blood. Yes, yes, this Human Child was the one for me. I thought today would be a beautiful day, but I had no idea just how well it would work in my favor. The Bleak Times would be a burden on me no longer, for I have found a meal that shall last me months!
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Kevin Hughes
05/14/2019Laila,
The ending caught me completely off guard...and shifted the genre of the story for me. This should be a horror story, like Grimm's Fairytales. Yikes, but congrats on some really good writing, and an ending nobody would see coming.
Smiles, Kevin
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Laila Hayes
05/15/2019thank you i was hoping to add a little shock factor into the story!
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