Yesterday morning was my first attempt at trying to create myself a writing schedule! I got up early and found a webpage with some fantasy writing prompts and wrote for about a half hour. I liked the prompt so much, I shared it with my mom, and she also set out to write a short piece based on it. She had finished her’s by the time I came home, and so I was even more inspired to finish mine. We both shared our stories, and decided to do this again today!
We shall see if I can keep my regiment going, and keep posting them here. :)
P.S. = In regards to Mom’s short story, I am currently trying to convince her to let me set her up a blog to start posting stories and tiny family tidbits to. I almost have her convinced. :D
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Writing Prompt #1: Out catching fireflies on their family’s farm on a hot summer evening, two little girls accidentally capture a fairy instead.
The two little girls squealed joyfully into the night, lost to the world except the field, themselves, and the tiny points of light that zipped to and fro. The evening was stifling hot, creating a rippling, mirage-like quality to the air. Despite the heat, and the beads of perspiration that dotted their small cherubic cheeks, the two girls danced and twirled and frolicked through the tall grass.
“Oh, Hannah! Look at this one!” Ginny shrieked with delight. Both girls studied the firefly in the jar with eyes wide and a look that only the young can so innocently muster. “Isn’t this the prettiest one yet?”
Hannah nodded emphatically and set off to out do her sister yet again. “I’ll find one that is even prettier! A princess firefly!”
Ginny giggled and set the tiny glowing bug free, to dance like a low-hanging star with his fellows.
The two girls spun and tumbled for several minutes, caught up in their elation, at times forgetting their bug jars entirely. The sky spun around their heads, creating a swirl of stars and lightning bugs until they all merged into one giant twirl of white on the black night sky.
“Ginny! Come quick!” Hannah shouted, her excitement barely containable.
The other girl skipped through clouds of fireflies and shimmering air to her sister’s side and peered over her shoulder at the jar that was the focus of Hannah’s attention. “Did you find your princess?”
Hannah’s face looked up into Ginny’s and from the expression, eerie in the glow of the jar’s contents, she wondered if she had.
Ginny looked from her sister to the jar and gasped with delight. Princess, indeed! It was no firefly, but a teeny tiny person!
The girl, barely bigger than a bug herself, looked stunned and sat with her legs spread wide to either side of her. One hand grasped the bottom of the jar, attempting to keep her upright as Hannah bounced excitedly, oft jostling the jar and its occupant. Her other hand massaged a tiny bump on her tiny head. It was the small glittering wings raising from her back that most drew the attention of both girls, as they were the most obvious sign of what this little creature might be.
“A fairy!” Ginny breathed, pressing her chin against Hannah’s shoulder and straining for a better look.
“The princess of the fireflies,” Hannah replied smugly.
Ginny could only nod and stare.
As they stared, the fairy girl recollected herself. The jar had stopped careening enough that she was able to stand. Tiny fairy eyes met those of Ginny and Hannah. Both girls followed the eyes of the fairy to the cover of the jar.
“Ohmigosh!” Ginny exclaimed. “Let her out!”
Off popped the lid, and out zipped the fairy. She shot up and out of sight, and for a moment the two girls thought she had disappeared into the night.
“Bye,” Hannah whispered, trying to keep the disappointment from her voice.
A buzzing near her ear made both girls jump. The fairy was back! Her wings beat so fast they were merely a blur, melting into the hazy night air so that she looked like a tiny girl floating there in the air before them.
A smile lit her small face, and she giggled like softly tinkling bells before touching each girl on the forehead. Then, she spun like a dancer on her tiptoes, loosing a spray of sparkling dust.
The laughter and the dust seemed to draw the attention of every firefly in the field. They gravitated to the fairy, and as she spun they began to follow in the same revolution. Soon, as Hannah and Ginny looked up, the entire sky seemed to be spinning around them, though they were holding still.
Both girls joined in the infectious giggling of the tiny fairy until happy tears streamed from their eyes, and they spun in the opposing direction. The sky spun faster and faster and faster until, still laughing aloud, Hannah and Ginny fell to the grass, hugging one another.
As their giggles faded, their eyes once more opened…
And there was nothing but fireflies, buzzing through the hazy night air like tiny lost stars.
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