Dead Woods
by Summer Ross (2013)
The only thing between me and safety was a sign reading ‘danger.’ It swayed in the wind. The creak of the metal scraped in my ears as I looked at the dirt path beyond.
The path wrapped around toward the other side of the mountain and as much as I would have loved to take that route- they were ahead searching for me. I’d be fairy flogged if I’d give up my bones to those sadistic elves of Elven Grasp.
I tilted my head to glance around the sign and saw the upright dead woods as well as the fatal ones, strewn across the grounds. The elf tornadoes had no mercy on roots. I’d take my chances with the fallen logs.
I slipped around the sign inching my way into the Dead Woods. The worst that could happen is I’d break a twig.
“Crack.”
Dragon farts! I turned to see what I’d stepped on and found all the trees had caved in behind me. Popping and snapping reached my ears; I swiveled toward the Dead woods.
Surrounded by trees.
A chill slithered down my spine as the wind pushed me forward.
“There’s the fairy!” I heard an elf call out.
Without another thought, I darted into the trees. I didn’t care if the bark tore at my flesh, they wouldn’t have my bones. To my surprise, I easily slipped around the wood.
Encouraged, I leaped and as I broke free of Elven Grasp, the sun breached the horizon.
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Fairy Goldfish
By Summer Ross (2011)
The goldfish bowl teetered at the top of a maple tree. I am the fairy goldfish. How did a fairy like me end up a fish? Let’s just say fairy dust isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I was minding my sprinkle practice, its hard work you know, when a dragonfly zipped into my pouch. Dragonfly plus fairy dust equals mischief magic. As my hand pulled out a pinch of dust, sprinkles ran down my arm- poof fairy goldfish, my pouch fell to the toadstool, poof bowl on top a tree. Please help?
The bird dipped in his beak and ate her.
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by Summer Ross (2013)
The only thing between me and safety was a sign reading ‘danger.’ It swayed in the wind. The creak of the metal scraped in my ears as I looked at the dirt path beyond.
The path wrapped around toward the other side of the mountain and as much as I would have loved to take that route- they were ahead searching for me. I’d be fairy flogged if I’d give up my bones to those sadistic elves of Elven Grasp.
I tilted my head to glance around the sign and saw the upright dead woods as well as the fatal ones, strewn across the grounds. The elf tornadoes had no mercy on roots. I’d take my chances with the fallen logs.
I slipped around the sign inching my way into the Dead Woods. The worst that could happen is I’d break a twig.
“Crack.”
Dragon farts! I turned to see what I’d stepped on and found all the trees had caved in behind me. Popping and snapping reached my ears; I swiveled toward the Dead woods.
Surrounded by trees.
A chill slithered down my spine as the wind pushed me forward.
“There’s the fairy!” I heard an elf call out.
Without another thought, I darted into the trees. I didn’t care if the bark tore at my flesh, they wouldn’t have my bones. To my surprise, I easily slipped around the wood.
Encouraged, I leaped and as I broke free of Elven Grasp, the sun breached the horizon.
****
Fairy Goldfish
By Summer Ross (2011)
The goldfish bowl teetered at the top of a maple tree. I am the fairy goldfish. How did a fairy like me end up a fish? Let’s just say fairy dust isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I was minding my sprinkle practice, its hard work you know, when a dragonfly zipped into my pouch. Dragonfly plus fairy dust equals mischief magic. As my hand pulled out a pinch of dust, sprinkles ran down my arm- poof fairy goldfish, my pouch fell to the toadstool, poof bowl on top a tree. Please help?
The bird dipped in his beak and ate her.
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