What was missing from the last journal

The rain pounded down hard upon the mushroom village, the few fairies that remained out were the guards and a few stragglers that wings were to wet to fly and had to run to their house in the tree.  The village was a network of trees and bushes a few stumps here and there.  It was one of the larger fairy villages that existed and was well protected ( Read more... )

"Have you seen Luno, he cant even fly yet," the young girl fairies giggled loudly and flew around Minner. She was a rather beautiful fairy, her wings were new, and her body was fully developed, that is every piece that was supposed to be there was. Her hair was short and blue as with the modern trends of the fairy society. Now, Minner was ( Read more... )

The smoke wafting throughout the dimly lit room, piano notes flutter by the ear as trumpet engulf the senses, candles flicker, the drums soft and tempo slow.  The older black gentleman, in the corner, hand, large, tapping the wood stained table in time with the snare, eyes shut, head looking towards the low cieling.  Smoke hangs heavy, a couple ( Read more... )

 Here I am, standing in the doorway, the walls fluxing with each breath I take, something pounds in my head, lets me know that there is something in the air that is not good, that cant be trusted.  The sickenesss in my stomach pushes to my mouth, the taste of bile, gross, I want to puke but I swallow the bitter tasting chunk.  The room is not ( Read more... )

She stepped off the plane, the air playing with her white dress, her pale hand pushing it down to keep wandering eyes at bay.  The other hand held tightly to her white straw hat that tried ever so to leap from her head and fly like a dove through the air.  The pink ribbons wagged like a dogs excited tail.  Her face looked to the ground as her ( Read more... )

Wind, tearing like a child opening a present.  Tears are brought forth and squeeze out the sides of my eyes.  This is  a good excuse, to cover up the truth, I wanted to cry, ashamed some may say.  The vision blurs in both eyes, if I had to choose, the left eye was easier to see from.  Through these eyes, I saw the figure, dim, moving quietly, ( Read more... )