Monday, March 5, 2007

The Fairy


Here's something I wrote just for the blog. Enjoy.


The Fairy


Through the tall, wicked razor grass and across the spoiled pond of dead things, the fairy flew in the dusky air. She sobbed as she zipped through the air. Ruination had come to her home under the Elm tree. Death had come for all of them. Her right side, just under the flitting wing, hurt badly. She felt her life's liquid oozing out. She was the last...the last fairy.


Scared and lost, the fairy slowed her progress to a flutter and glanced around. Where was she anyway. She hadn't been paying much attention. She was trying to get away. Those evil things were after her. She had watched one such creature bite the head off her own mother. The image, still fresh in her mind made her sob even heavier. She looked around, but it was full night now, and since she wasn't happy, her natural glow was gone. She couldn't see, she couldn't do anything now. If she went on she might run into something. If she did that, they would get her.


When she heard a low grunting noise only a few feet under her, the fairy froze. Her wings instinctively held her afloat, but her body went rigged with fear. The grunting continued on passed her and she let go a long breath. She had no idea of what creatures roamed the night and so her terror was absolute and continuous.


The air about her felt thicker, hungrier than it did during the day. The fairy decided to keep moving. It she kept moving then maybe she might live through this night. And so she continued on, head lowered, heart aching, side burning. She wept in silence.


This will be a three part story, so please don't yell at me for leaving it hang that that. But I'm curious, do you think I should continue on with this? Do you really want to know what happens to our poor little fairy friend? Leave a comment, and let me know. Thanks.

10 comments:

Christina said...

Again, you have such a way with words. This story is sad. Keep us updated with the letters you send out. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I'll light a candle for you right next to mine. Hopefully an editor will hear our pleas.

Happy Writing.

Susan Miller said...

Well, of course, tell us more, Lucas.

etain_lavena said...

YES I want to know...its nice:)

Lucas Pederson said...

Thanks Christina, Susan, and Etain.
I'm happy to hear you want to know more about the poor little fairy. I'm working on the second part right now. It'll be longer than the first, more in depth.
Christina, thanks for the crossed fingers and the lit candle. I'll light one for you as well. That way we get double the assurance. At least I hope so.
Susan, more is coming.
Etain, nice to see you drop by! Thanks for the compliment and as said before, more is on the way.

Travis said...

Please Sir - some more thanks.

Good luck on the submissions.

etain_lavena said...

cant wait...whoohoo:)

Charles Gramlich said...

I thought at first this was going to be a quick "micro-fiction." It has that feel. If the other parts are as short as this it'll still be a micro piece and I love those kinds of stories. At any rate, yes, I'd like to know what happens.

Lucas Pederson said...

Wow. I'm overwelmed by everyone's eagerness to see what happens next in the trilogy. More are on its way.
Travis, thanks for carign about my submissions. My only problem right now is trying to be patient and wait for replies.
Etain, thanks for the enthusiasm! I'm working on it.
Charles, I was actually thinking micro when I started writing this, but I don't know, we'll have to see what happens. Thanks your willingness for me to go on with this.

Stewart Sternberg said...

Good beginning. I do enjoy stories about faeries. For some reason I've found myself becoming more and more entranced by the idea of them over the last several years.

Lucas Pederson said...

Stewart, why is it that we spell fairy differently? Is my spelling incorrect? Pleas, let me know. Yeah, fairies, or faeries, have always interested me. There's just something about having windgs and being small that sparks a wierd sor tof joy in me. Anyway, thanks.