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(Sounds great! Thank you so much for an interesting challenge)
sounds awesome! And like a challenge... i like that. :) I'll work on a story. Sounds really fun!
Hope you all enjoy it! (I wish I could participate but being a MOD no can do)
Here Goes: my story. Hope you like it! Sorry if you don't. :( “Roseleaf?” the instructor is sighing. I hear her voice distantly, but the little butterfly perched on the blade of grass is so beautiful…
“Roseleaf Sage Alexander!” the instructor ejaculates. It is my turn to sigh as I turn my attention away from the miniature butterfly and towards the pointy fairy before me. Behold, my instructor, the woman that is capable of creating misery—intense misery—for me.
“Roseleaf, it’s time to go,” she says impatiently, as if she has something more important to be doing. “Or do you not want to go to Earth?”
“I do, I do!” I exclaim, bouncing on the tips of my little toes. I have been longing to go to Earth forever. It was yesterday that headwoman Parsley Leaf finally consented to my pleas.
“Oh, all right, Miss Alexander, you may journey to Earth.” I could barely contain my joy when she said those words. Parsley was not one for changing her mind.
Nearly everyone here in our Rosewood Community has two names, each being after a plant of some sort. I am a special case; I received the after-name Alexander after my great-great-great-great-great grandmother, one of the original establishers of Rosewood Community. I am very proud of my names. Rose was my mother’s mother, Leaf was my father’s mother, and we combined them to create my before-name; Sage was the plant I was born beneath.
After Parsley had agreed that I could take a visit to Earth, I had been forced to take a few classes. One was on blending in, another on transport to Earth, and the last on return. There were no guidelines on how to avoid trouble, how to stay safe, or on what it was even like down there on that far-away planet.
So, mixed well with a dose of excitement, a drop of expectations, and a handful of anticipation was a tiny drib of fear. Because I had no idea what I was in for.
The instructor leads me out to the Rosewood River Land. Here, beside an ample river that curves and twists around our land grows miles and miles of sweet grass. Planted in the rich soil near the riverbed is a single rose, grown so tall that I can barely see the top.
The stalk seems to glow; the rich green coloring is so bright. Large leaves bend off from the stalk in random places. They fall at the edges like Parsley’s lovely, graceful gown from last year’s Community Dance.
The scent that rises and fills the air around us is of sweetness, how I would imagine rebirth, of growth and life and harmony. I fill my nostrils with the scent as we flutter to a stop besides the giant blossom.
The rose is bright, lively red, the color of my best dress. The edges of the petals curl off with dew still emanating from the morning rain.
“Come on,” the instructor tells me, placing a sleek hand on my shoulder. Her voice, touch, and expression are all soft, gentle, for once. “I’ll help you up.”
We could fly up most things, but for the ancient Rose of Return flight is impossible. If you try to fly up the Rose, your wings fold behind you on your back.
So I gently tuck my growing wings into my pockets and begin to climb up the stalk, just as I was taught in the class of transport to Earth.
My instructor is climbing up alongside me, and it gives me secret satisfaction to see that she, too, is struggling to climb up the gargantuan stalk.
I look upwards, hoping that somehow we were almost to the top, but alas, we still had over a mile to go.
I grab the edge of a leaf above me and hoist myself up, dig my nails into the green stem of the rose as I struggle to climb up.
I’m exhausted by the difficulty of the climb and the frustration I am experiencing. Beads of perspiration form at my hairline.
To distract myself from my utter fatigue and feelings of hopelessness, I think of how people will be. I try to remember everything my instructor has taught me.
“So,” I whisper to myself, “Humans drive cars and live in houses. Hmm. I always thought this strange myself—why would you drive in something if you can fly? And why would you live in something with such a distasteful name as a house if you could live in a Rosewood Twig?”
I pull myself upwards onto another leaf, struggling to grasp the end of the waving particle that is hanging just beyond my grasp.
“Well, even if they do drive cars and live in houses, at least they are kind and gentle beings, and they are quite sensible and they keep things ever so tidy, and I’m certain they are a peaceful and helpful group! And they are surely quiet, ever so quiet, and they don’t disturb their neighbors. Not like Tree-Lark Mason,” I scowl. Tree-Lark Mason is my neighbor, and he is extremely annoying, unlike my humans.
“Oh, I can’t wait to see humans!” I exclaim. I am no longer whispering, in my excitement, and my instructor looks up at me in shock.
“What?” I ask. I don’t understand her expression of astonishment.
“You’re looking forward to seeing humans, huh?” she smirks, giving me the look that one gives another when they know something the other doesn’t. I’ve seen it many times before. “Well,” she looks upwards again, reaching for the next leaf within her grasp. “Good luck.”
“Thanks?” I say, confused. What does she mean? How could I possibly need luck around such wonderful, peaceful, humans?
She doesn’t reply, so I shake it off my shoulders and continue upwards, heading towards the great gateway, the Rose of Return.
I pull myself up, using leaf after leaf, gripping the strong stalk and hoisting myself up.
And, inch by inch, I make my way up the Rose stalk.
After much exertion and exhausting work, I am at the top of the rose!
I sit there, panting and wiping the sweat off my brow as I wait for my instructor to reach the top. I can’t believe that I have made it up here before her, my elder!
She finally makes it to the top and sits beside me, speechless. She too is exhausted, though stronger and older than myself.
When she can speak again, she tells me to “Find the gateway, Roseleaf Sage. You can do it.”
I get up and crawl up around the top of the rose. I search every inch of the surface, but in vain. I return to my instructor to report my unsuccessfulness.
“I can tell you tried, Roseleaf, but you looked not in the proper places,” she says seriously, gazing into my eyes. She is rather serious most times, a stiff gray cloud in the sky.
I think deeply for a moment, considering, pondering her words. “…but you looked not in the proper places.” What other places were there to look?
As I sit here brooding, an idea flashes into my mind: I have not searched the outskirts of the rosebud for the gateway portal to Earth.
I stand and flutter around the bud, carefully searching for the gateway. I know that it is well-hidden, to protect it from insects and other unwanted intruders, but I don’t know how well exactly it is hidden.
I stroke the soft petals and peek into the crevice where the petals turn into stem, the little jade points that curve up over the gentle crimson.
When I have almost returned to my instructor, my hand slides into the crevice deeper than it has in any other place. The petal curves out to reveal a long hole. I have found the gateway!
I tell this to my instructor, who proudly nods. “Do you know how to get in?”
“Yes!” I exclaim. I stop. “Goodbye, instructor,” I whisper.
“Good luck, little one,” she replies.
I climb into the gateway. It’s warm and sticky in there, and it smells like the sweet nectar that we drink with dinner.
I’m sticking to the sides, but I do my best to slide along through the darkness.
I feel as though I will suffocate, but I somehow can breathe throughout the dark tunnel.
Suddenly I see light again. I crawl out of a bright rose and survey my surroundings.
Its dark outside and the sky is black. Yet I can see because of bright lights that glow in an unnaturally amazing way.
Humans! These creatures that run about must be humans! They look stranger than I imagine, but they must be them!
They are all dressed differently, some in masks, some in capes, and some in strange dress that I have never seen. They are carrying little baskets and running from—house?—to house, hitting the door and saying “Trick or Treat!” When they say these magic little words, the people at the houses smile, say how cute the people are, and put tiny wrapped candies into the humans’ buckets. Then the people run to another house.
I am so frightened, so confused by my surroundings. This is not how I imagined Earth to be at all!
A little person runs past me, saying excitedly to a motherly human, “Happy Halloween, Mommy! Happy Halloween!”
Could this strange event possible be called Halloween?
I climb out of the rose and hop to the ground. Somehow I am dry again, but the smell of nectar lingers on me.
I am searching for some sort of covering when I spot a fairy.
She is ginormous and her wings look unnatural, and she totes a little bag and waves her fist, but still, she is a fairy!
I am about to fly to her, to find comfort in her, but strange, unintelligible words come out of her mouth. They are not fairy-like words. The words she speaks seem to be gibberish!
I back away, ashamed.
What should I do? Where should I go? I try to remember the things I learned in the class about blending in, but it is difficult. I have a bad memory.
I fly away into the night, observing the people I see. They are not as I thought. Humans are not, neat, peaceful, methodical beings, they are noisy and untidy, wild things.
I see a gathering near the outskirts of the little community and fly down to observe.
Little children stand in line besides a large tub filled with water and bright scarlet apples. They shout excitedly as, one at a time, the kids put their heads over the bucket and take out apples with their teeth!
This observation is so shocking, so absurd, that I fly away into the night as quickly as I can.
I just want to go home now, back to my Rosewood Community, back to my Rosewood Twig. I remember thinking about how exciting it would be, what a grand time I would have, seeing the wonderful, peaceful humans.
Now I just wanted to get away, far away, back home.
Home. The word meant a lot more to me now.
I flew about, trying to find my rose again.
But as I flew in and out, searching round and round, high and low, scanning the entire town, I discovered that I could not find the rose!
Panicked I flew round and round, searching, hoping, and praying that I would be able to get away.
I try to calm myself, hoping that this will help me to find my rose.
I fly around, close to the ground, until I accidentally collide with a wall.
I sit up, stunned, clutching my bleeding head. I lie down and close my eyes, wishing the excruciating pain away.
When I can at least bear the hurt, I stand and turn around to survey my surroundings.
Before me stands a simple rose.
But I know that if I reach inside the innermost pocket of the flower I will find my gateway.
I’m going home.
This thought is so welcoming that I race to the blossom and slide through the sticky gateway, using all of my remaining might and strength to push through to the other side.
Suddenly I feel warmth and light on my skin. I look out into the Rosewood Lands.
I call out to a nearby bird, startling her. I am so relieved to be home.
I crawl out of the flower and unfold my wings again so that I can fly away, back towards the Rosewood Community and my Rosewood Twig.
Home. I am home.
I’ve been hiding under a rosebush for what seems like an eternity waiting for my older sister Poppy, also known as the tooth fairy, to go on her trip to Earth. The stern voice of my mother echoed in my head “you are too young Primrose; you have to wait until your wings are fully grown”. It just didn’t seem fair that Poppy, only a couple of minutes older than me got to have all the fun, I wanted some of the action.
It started to get cold and my tummy started to grumble with hunger. “Where was she? She got ready to leave hours ago!” Just a few seconds more I spotted her flying towards the hollow stalk that held a single rose.
“So that’s where the door to the humans is?” I whispered to myself, the excitement of following my sister started bubbling in my stomach. I just hoped that I wouldn’t get caught or my mother would forbid me of becoming a tooth fairy once my wings had grown. I was finally going to witness with my own eyes all the stories that Poppy bragged about, it was hard to hold the giggles of euphoria that I felt.
I flew clumsily behind my sister, my wings hardly holding my weight. I waited patiently until I couldn’t see her and went through to the other side.
The first thing that greeted me was a horrendous monster with snarly pointed teeth, drool dripping from his mouth and a long, hairy tail swishing from one side to the other one. My breathing stopped and my heart felt as it was about to jump out of my chest, I managed to find cover behind a silver pebble until a booming voice shouted.
“Come Toby! Let’s go boy!”
The creature turned around in a swift movement and ran towards a giant with a terrifying outfit.
Surely this was the wrong place, they couldn’t be humans. The way Poppy portrayed them was as gentle creatures that lived in houses and drove cars, which I still didn’t really understand what that meant. That wasn’t a gentle creature; it was going to eat me.
I decided to venture a bit further, if I was going to be a tooth fairy in the near future I had to get a grip of myself and stop getting scared.
Creatures dressed in rags I never seen before were populating the streets, some were bigger than other and the most puzzling thing was that they carried buckets with them, I followed to find out what their next move would’ve been, they stopped abruptly in front of what seemed like a cave. A bigger creature dressed in a pointy hat and a purple tunic, this creature seemed to smile broadly and handed some sweets for them to put in their buckets.
“Well no wonder we have so much tooth business if that’s all they eat” I muttered hoping nobody would hear me.
Another group of beings, which I knew were humans dressed in funny clothing were around a barrel with something I did recognise, apples. "mmm! I coud do with one of them right now!"I wished while patting my rumbling belly.
It was getting late and my belly craved food, I knew my mother would be looking for me so I decided that I had enough and made my way back to the bush that would take me home. I walked and walked but every bush I found wasn’t the one I needed.
“Is that what I think it is?” tired and irritated, I found another fairy, her wings were enormous and she was much bigger that any of our kind, I decided maybe I could go and ask her if she knew where my sister was but made up my mind against it because this fairy was surrounded with humans, I remember my father saying to never be seen and to never be heard.
“Primrose!” I heard someone say loudly. I turned around and my sister saw me;her arms crossed on her chest and her face looked angry. Perfect! I knew I would get in trouble but at least I would make it home safe and sound. Maybe I would never become a tooth fairy and to tell the truth I didn’t care.
Thanks for the entries guys! I will judge them when the contest is closed :)
Pam wrote: "Gabrielle wrote: "Here Goes: my story. Hope you like it! Sorry if you don't. :( “Roseleaf?” the instructor is sighing. I hear her voice distantly, but the little butterfly perched on the blade o..."
Pam thank you!!
Pam wrote: "Eva wrote: "I’ve been hiding under a rosebush for what seems like an eternity waiting for my older sister Poppy, also known as the tooth fairy, to go on her trip to Earth. The stern voice of my mo..."
Thanks Pam! It was a lot of fun to write!
Come on guys! I can't believe nobody else is joining!
I sit on a low-hanging branch near a rippling stream, and let out a sigh."I can't believe I actually agreed to this." I say out loud. No on wiwll hear me, they are too busy celebrating Hollow's Evergreen. It's an intresting celebration. We carve out little seeds into funny shapes, and put fairy lights to illuminate the faces.
I don't normally make one, Cindra from across the path normally wins the best-of-show. I don't do the costume making contest, where we make long rippling gowns and tunics which flutter and sparkle in the moonlight. I normally don't do anything at all For Hollow's Evergreen. But this year, it's different.
This year, some children from our coven decided to do an adventure game. I hear some humans call it...Truth or Dare? Humans are weird, but graceful creatures. Who would ask another person to tell another stranger complete secrets? As a matter of fact, who would want to live in such things called houses? Or 'drive' in 'cars'?
I guess that's what you get when humans forget to believe in magic. Humans used to be the fairie's closest friends and gaurdians. In return, fairies gave humans magic to help them along the way. (As long as they still believed) But soon, some people started coming with big long steel buckets and carving big ruts in the ground and hacking down trees an--
"Trissia! Trissia! Where are you?! We're not going to play until you get your sorry little wing tips over here!!"
I feel deep crimson cover my face, and flutter back to my group of friends.
"Hello, I'm sorry. I was just-"
"Daydreaming about humans again. We know. How can you still like those things? They tore apart our world, and hardly hve any of the goodness we still saw in them. What do you see in them Trissia?"
I stand up tall and take a defiant pose. I feel my glow turn from a content silver to a red shimmer. Cloaking around my body.
"If they were our friends before, they can be our friends again! Don't you think humans deserve a second chance?"
Cindra materializes from the stalks of slowly swaying Rosewood Grass. "Not if I can help it. Humans don't deserve to wipe our shimmer dust off our boots." She then turns to the group of fairies that came to play the adventure game. "So are we coming, or not? We only have a few hours until sunup, and I don't want to be yawning while doing the morning chourus!"
People seem to shrink back at Cindra's tart, sharp voice. It's an undecided rule that whatever Cindra says, goes.
"Uhh, sure. Let's go" Wavers Amber. Her glow is an uncomfortable brown. I'm actually surprised that she agreed to do this Hollow's Evergreen game with us!
But before I can look at anyone else who is here, Cindra pushes her way to the front of the group, and starts walking farther down the river. And of course, we follow.
When we finally get to our meeting place, the torches are lit with different colored fairy lights, and are assembled around in a circle. This was the decided meeting place.
"Huh! No one else decided to come? I'm not suprised! They all are thin-stemmed grasshoppers anyway!" Cindra remarks.
"Cindra, no one else is coming. They're all her--"
"Silence!" Barks boss woman.
"Let's start!"
All the half-grown fairies gather around in a circle, and sit down.
"Who'll go first?" I ask.
We all look at Cindra.
"I don't know! What're looking at me for?!"
In unison, we all keep staring at her, and blink. We're waiting.
"Fine! Fine! I propose that we start with a flying contest. whoever can fly in the most weird place, wins. Callor, you're first."
Callor seems to have gone pale, he has never been asked to go first at anything. And the first time ever, it's from Cindra. We all pity him.
"Erm, okay..."
I'll write later!!
Pushing Up Roses by Kate Camp
Rhoslyn hovered in the gloom of the hollow rose stem, peering up at the rose hip hatch. Where is that darn latch? She blew a hunk of white hair off her forehead impatiently, sending a pulse of soft, white light from her skin.
Ah, ha! She grabbed the latch and burst through the powdery yellow filaments, shaking pollen from her wings. Her mouth curved in anticipation. Finally! I will get to see these dull humans. And have a little fun.
Just as she parted the velvety petals, she was snatched from the rose, leaves and debris swirling away, while she stayed caught in a fold of abrasive netting. She clawed toward an opening in the fold just as the object of her entanglement came to a stop.
A warty, green face loomed above her. The wide, black brim of a peaked hat partially blocked her view of the starry sky beyond.
A goblin? A witch? She plunged back into the skirts she’d emerged from, pressing a hand to her rattling rib cage. The Unseelie Court? It can’t be. I just went through the gate into the human world.
The skirts twitched and Rhoslyn splashed down into icy water. She breached the choppy surface amid bobbing red orbs that she realized were apples, when the gaping maw of the grotesque witch descended upon the one that spun from her desperate grasp. She was pulled under again as the face plunged down, eyes seamed shut, mouth fruitlessly chomping at the apple’s skin.
A dull ache spread through Rhoslyn; she felt leaden. She couldn’t swim. Drifting downward, she grazed the side of the vessel. A searing pain shot through her. It was iron. Galvanized iron!
With crippling effort, she launched herself toward a floating tendril of purple hair. The submerged face doggedly secured the apple stem in its teeth, and Rhoslyn was pulled from the water amid a rush of air and cascading droplets. She quickly scurried through the lank hair, to be greeted by a heavy slap.
“Aaack! A bug’s in my hair,” screamed the witch, shaking her head violently, flinging Rhoslyn into an odd container resembling…a pumpkin! Dazed, she sat upon a mound of sweet smelling objects.
“Fiah-fy,” said a youngling’s delighted voice.
“It was a firefly, huh, little Tink?”
Rhoslyn’s scalp tightened as a plump fist came into view, followed by a pair of cerulean blue eyes set in a cherubic face. Rhoslyn took flight and the fist opened, bombarding her with sweets. The face leaned closer and large, sparkly wings rose into view from the youngling’s back. Rhoslyn froze.
A fairy? A changeling? Rhoslyn tried to think through the iron’s toxic haze. Friend or foe?
The hand reached in to pluck her up. Rhoslyn struggled to flap the wings pinched tightly by chubby fingers, her chest tightening, her gaze searching for the battered rose across the lawn.
“Fiah-fy!”
A searing pain tore through her as her wings were ripped away, her magic ebbing. The changeling-that-wasn’t-a-changeling began rubbing her against its skin. She felt her light fading.
Her eyes closed against the sight of her beautiful wings falling to the earth.
“Fiah-fy?”
Just wanted to say I'm fairly new to the group and this contest prompt inspired me! It was SUPER hard for me to get down to one page--my story does fit on one page, even though it is around 520 words! Flash fiction is not my strong suit. It was a great writing exercise to write something (my original draft was about 1200 words), and then have to condense, condense, condense (and even change the original action)! For fun, I posted both versions on my writing pages. The longer version is here:http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
Thanks for the challenge!
Pam wrote: "Kate wrote: "Pushing Up Roses by Kate Camp
Rhoslyn hovered in the gloom of the hollow rose stem, peering up at the rose hip hatch. Where is that darn latch? She blew a hunk of white hair off he..."
Thanks! The ending was even more morbid in the longer version! LOL! Happy Halloween!
Silvermoon wrote: "I sit on a low-hanging branch near a rippling stream, and let out a sigh."I can't believe I actually agreed to this." I say out loud. No on wiwll hear me, they are too busy celebrating Hollow's E..."
Cindra looked him down with reckless superiority.
"Callor, I dare you to fly over the river and to the top of the Sunflower mountain."
We all followed her finger to a small golden hill. About 10 miles away.
"But-bu-but, I ca-can't d-do that!" He protested. "Th-that's too f-far!" He tried to regain his calm composure, but it was too late, he stuttered, and that was the sign that Cindra was winning.
"Better get a move on, Callor. Or I'll be forced to tell all the nice people here about your secret crush." She smiled and twirled a small poppy seed in her palm.
Callor looked sorrowful and flew away.
Cindra didn't even seem to be battered at all by this. She looked around for another person to singe, and her eyes landed on me. A glint of evil in her eye.
"Ah, yes! Our human lover! I dare you, Trissia." She spat out my name like a curse word. "To climb to the top of the tallest rose in the Majestic Rose Garden! And if you don't do it, then I'll shove you down myself!!" She stood up and towered over me, and she was right. About taller than me by a head.
I stood up and stated, "One of these days, Cindra. Someone will give you what you deserve."
"Hmm, well it doesn't seem like that today, human-lover. Get a move on."
I flew away in disgust, my glow turning red to blue as I peered at the rose garden. It wouldn't be hard getting in at all. Without even knowing it, Condra had done me a favor!
The tallest rose was standing up on it's good stalk and seemed to beckon me to its fragant heart. In fact, now that I think of it, I don't think I'll go back to the party. I think I'll just stay here at the rose.
The rose that had a luring aura, that wanted to pull me in....
Write more later!!
The velvety leaves surrounded me as I nestled in.Sweet smell washed over my tiny figure and the whole rose smell engulfed all my senses. The leaves felt so soft. My eyelids felt heavy and the dreamworld took me.
Mmm, what's that? Pumpkin spice? Sugar? I opened my eyes, I couldn't smell the rose anymore. Frantically I looked around at my surroundings. Where were the fairie lights?! Where was the music from the Hollow's Evergreen festival?! Where was I?!
Standing up, I noticed I was standing on a black stone pathway. My bare feet hurt. The ground was so flat! Suddenly, I heard a loud rumbling and a huge howl! CAR!! CAR!! A REAL ONE! I screamed and dove out of the way and landed on some more hurting flat ground.
I got up, shaking. I was in the land of the Humans!
Hearing footsteps coming near, I quickly scrambled to my feet to take my first good look at humans. A little girl walked by with a small bag of sweetmeats in it, and she had...wings?! Wings on a human child! But out of her mouth came a nonsense babble in the languege of babies and human. Besides, she didn't have the obvious sense of a real fairie.
The human fairie knocked up on a door to a...house! A white house! The door opened, and a woman dressed in purple and blue opened this, and dropped in some more sweetmeats.
I tilted my head in confusion. This looks exactly like our Hollow's Eve celebration! But, how could Humans know? Hearing water splashing behind me, Some human children, about my age, were sticking their heads in a barrel and retreiving fruit with their mouths.
Shaking my head, I realized that humans were so different than what I thbought they would be! For one, they weren't graceful, humans were laughing and falling down it seemed, everywhere!
Running back to where I came into the human world, I despretly looked for the rose. But no! NO! It's not there!
Laying down in the road, I started to cry. Footfalls came closer and closer.
"Hey, you okay? You should get out of the road, you could get hurt."
A man was standing over me, with a concerened look on his face.
"Please sir, have you seen a rose? I need to find a rose! I need to get back to-" I bit my lip, because Humans can't know about our world.
"Well, miss, I haven't seen a rose. I would suggest trying the forest. But are you sure that you're gonna be ok-?"
I threw myself to my feet and ran to the forest. I heard yelling behind me, but no matter. I'm going home as fast as my wings could carry me! My wings---..
Oh no.
I reached back to touch my wings, and instead brushed only air.
I had lost my wings.
Tears streamed down my face once again, and I ran! I ran to the middle of a fairie circle and lifted my face to the moon. The moon in this world was so dull. Our moon is radiant as the glow that burned in me. Well, the one that used to.
I lifted my hands to the sky, and earneslty prayed to our people. I prayed in our ancient fairie tongue, the words came from my heart, up my throat, and the vocal sound sparkled in the air. They shimmered all around me, and were made in the forms of my people.
"Trissia! Where are you? Where are you Trissia?!"
I creide and tried to yell, "I'm here! Help me!"
Their forms melted away in my hands, and the voices started fading away.
"No! No, no no!"
"Trissia?" A man's voice asked behind me.
The same man in the road, that spoke of the rose. How did he know my name? Humans couldn't even see fairie circles.
"Trissia? Is that your name?"
"Stay back human! You don't know what you're dealing with." I put on my most fierce face, but he just laughed.
"Human! Just wait and see, fairie child." He shrugged off his human coat, and bright translucent blue wings sprung off his back.
The air whoosed out of my lungs.
"A...a..fairie?! But how!"
"Let me ask, did you decide to take a nap in one particular rose?" He smiled, and his white teeth sparkled in the moonlight.
I smiled, and told him the whole story.
He scoffed, "Darn children, don't know when to say 'when', do they?" The fairie man held out his hand, and in a calm, gentle voice said, "Take my hand."
When I did, a deep, blue-colored light swallowed the clearing, and I reconized the sounds and feeling of my home!
I was going home!
Trissia going home----> http://www.google.com/imgres?hl=en&am...
No offense, but are you allowed to do that? It's more than 500 words and in more than one entry...
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IF YOU SENT IN A STORY FOR THE OCTOBER CONTEST, PLEASE SELECT A TITLE FOR YOUR STORIES. WE JUDGES HAD PROBLEMS IDENTIFYING STORIES TO NAME THEM THE PRIZE WINNERS. THANK YOU SILVERMOON, GABRIELLE, KATE, AND EVA FOR PARTICIPATING! AND PAM, YOUR CRITIQUING WAS WELCOMED FULLY!
Sorry Ingrid. My title is... Roseleaf's Flight
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ATTENTION:
Since i myself have already reached my decision on the prize winners for this month's contest and my co-partner hasn't, we will reach a drawing and post the winners in the newsletters and under this topic by
NOVEMBER 15TH.
Thank you!
My one will be called Tooth fairy in trainning.
Mine is called, "Close Call with Civilization"
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WINNERS OF THE 2012 OCTOBER WRITING PROMPT(CONTEST):
1. Kate Camp
"Pushing Up Roses"
2.
Gabrielle
"Roseleaf's Flight"
3. Eva
"Tooth Fairy Training"
-All entries must be posted here.
-Contest will close on October 31st and no entries will be accepted after, even if they are posted.
-Any entry with vulagity or PG-13+ content will be thrown out.
-A first, second, and third place will be given.
First place will get to design December's contest
Second place will get to choose November's group read
Third place will get to pick the genre of December's read
Write about a fairy that is travelling from her world into our world. She is anxious to explore what’s beyond the borders of her Rosewood Community. She has never visited our world and ventures up the hollow stalk of the single red rose that is the doorway to everything human. She emerges from the rose under the assumption that humans are a quiet and peaceful race, they live in these things called houses and drive these things called cars and they are quite organized and sensible.
Now here’s the hitch; she comes out of the rose right smack dab in the middle of Halloween … you now have to write her reaction to what she never expects to see from these quiet organized peaceful humans. Let your imagination take your fairy into the wild chaotic human event called Halloween. How will she react, what kind of trouble will she get into, does she get caught, will she like it or is she scared, does she get help from a human, will other fairies come to rescue her?
It can be action, adventure, romance, mystery, any genre you choose.
The only hitch is that she must encounter three things and you must incorporate these into your story:
1. Kids bobbing for apples
2. Candy being put into a bucket
3. A one year old dressed as a fairy
Have fun and remember … fairies are fun, daring, risk taking, inquisitive, quick-tempered little creatures. Take yours on a wild adventure on Hallowed Eve.
The delivery method will be a short story (let’s say to a maximum of 500 words – that’s about 1 page).