Day 354 Writing Short Stories

Jungle

The tall buildings took over every inch of the horizon. Lights from billboards flickered between them, selling the good life. The city hadn’t been there a hundred years ago, the last time she visited. There had been a thick jungle with trees that were older than any human could live.

She let her drones move over the city to gather all the information she needed. She wasn’t sure if she liked the direction the civilization had taken. They always took these steps until they tore down the pyramids, the temples, the billboards, the statues, and searched for a more sustainable form of cohabitation.

When the reading was done, and the nuclear threat, along with space travel readings, came out empty, she returned to her ship. She would come back in a hundred years and see where the inhabitants of the planet had evolved.

Adulthood

A boy becomes an adult in a single day. I skipped this one.

Insane Fairy Godmother

“Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo,” echoed through the hallway.

She shuddered. The chills made all the hairs on her body stand out. She searched for an escape route, but her room was on the third floor of the castle, and she wasn’t as nimble as her brothers, who climbed down the wall.

“Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo,” sounded closer.

She glanced at her bed and wondered if she could hide underneath it.

It would be of no use. Her fairy godmother would find her. She always found her.

All there was to do was to prepare for the madness the daft fairy brought with her, and hope that his father’s wizards were able to reverse it.

“Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo,” came from her door, and it swung open. A plump woman dressed in all the colors one could imagine pushed through the open door. She had a mad grin on her face.

“There you are,” she said and swung her wand.

She ducked to the floor, and the magic hit the desk she had been sitting on. Instead of a desk, there was a hippopotamus.

The fairy godmother frowned.

“That won’t do,” she said and swung her wand again. The hippopotamus was gone, and there was a lovely garden table with tea and cake there.

“Sit down, sit down,” the fairy shouted, flying to the table and taking a seat. “It has been too long since I heard your wishes and troubles. Let your heart sing.”

She lifted her head and pushed up from the floor. She carefully approached the table and the fairy godmother. There was no wish to divulge her heart to the madwoman, but there were consequences if she didn’t for the whole kingdom.

“Tell me who you love?” the woman burst out, swinging her hands in the air. Her mouth was stuck with cake, and the tea in her had spilled all over the lovely new carpet.

She gave a weak smile. You couldn’t lie to your fairy godmother. You just couldn’t. She had tried several times, but the truth always came out. And if she told a lie, her mouth would taste like cotton balls and frog water for weeks, and boils would grow all over her body.

“No one,” she sighed.

“Oh, oh, oh. A little princess like you needs to love someone. We can fix that. We can find you a nice, lovely prince to adore the ground you walk on…” the fairy godmother trailed on.

She could already imagine what kind of nincompoop would fall madly in love with her, start stalking her, and end up the knights having to kill the prince and go to war with their country.

She sighed and ate her cake.

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

I had fun writing today, even when I felt groggy. My cats have surrounded me, and both of them are just napping on my desk. I’m not sure what they are planning, but it feels like they want to be cuddled.

Now I’m off to make lunch.

Thank you for reading ❤ Have a magical day!