Day 232 Writing Short Stories

Fairy

There it was, under the bed. She had cornered the strange creature there. The shoe she kept there rattled as the thing hid inside it. At first, she had thought she was dreaming when she saw something fly across her bedroom, but then the sparkle had been there again and again. She had started chasing after the thing, always keeping her side eye on it.

Now, it was there, inside her shoe. She crawled under her bed and snatched the shoe and its passenger with her. She kept her hand against the mouth of the shoe, keeping the thing inside.

Whatever it was, it was tickling against her palm.

When she sat in the middle of the room, her knees crossed and the shoe securely on her lap, she slowly peeled her hand off the shoe. She expected the thing to shoot out and be gone, but instead she found a miserable fairy sitting at the bottom.

“This is no way to treat your personal fairy. It was just my luck to get a kid like you!” She crossed her arms and refused to look at her.

“Sorry?” she tried.

“Sorries won’t cut it. You need to behave and not see the fantastical. Are we clear?” The fairy shot a glance at her.

“If you don’t mind, I’d rather not,” she said.

There came a snort.

“Then have your wish and let me go,” the fairy stated.

“A wish?”

“You get one, and no, I’m not telling why.” The fairy theatrically crossed her arms again.

“I wish to know the fantastical, all of it.”

“Oh, fudge. You are worse than I thought!”

“Is that a no?”

“Of course not. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The fairy snapped her fingers, and the world around her changed. Not entirely. Just enough to make everything seem odd and tilted. There were more colors, more tunes, more sensations. There was a slight tingle of magic and the susurrus of the world so alive that it was spilling over every surface, every window, every cloth, every fiber, every sparkle.

She could feel her arms and legs tingle. She could feel as she immersed herself in the world, feeling all and everything at once.

Office Party

Such a hideous troll. Ogre, I would say. All of us would say. He lurks around the office, looking miserable and mad. Yet here he is at the office party, accompanied by an angel. All of us gawk and mutter. All of us are baffled. But there she is, an angelic wife of hers, and what I hear is that they have been together for twenty years. He looks almost angelic himself next to her—no ogre in sight.

What a devious mind we have. Judged without merit.

Snow

I watch the snow fall behind the window. It looks magical as it paints the landscape white. The moment here inside is stagnant, not hurrying anywhere. The tea stays hot. The book stays open, and the trees outside are in their winter coats. I could linger here in this moment forever, never waking up for the next second to come, bringing its hurry, its duties. There could be only this and this alone.

The prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

Happy New Year! I wish you a good one, full of stories and fantastic. May your year be full of happiness and beauty, trees and shooting stars, snow and wind, rain and sunshine, bees and owls.

Thank you for reading ❤ Have a wonderful day!