Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Fairy Dance

A very excited person is filled with childish joy when encountering fairies at the bottom of the garden. They are deliriously happy and share a joyful dance while birds sing above. This soon reaches its conclusion when this happy person is forced to face reality once more breaking their joyful mood.

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I laughed ecstatically, with pure joy within my heart, as I span on the spot in the middle of the lawn, surrounded by fairies. It was dawn, with the distant sun popping its head above the horizon as if to peep at the surreal spectacle of me dancing in nothing but dainty pink panties. The damp grass beneath my bare feet cooled the rest of my body, that never ceased spinning for a single moment dancing alongside the fairies. I was growing increasingly breathless and I knew it wouldn't be long before I had to stop, but I was ecstatically happy not wanting this feeling to ever end.

Fairies were gentle creatures, pure of heart, that only chose to reveal themselves to true believers. No doubt they sensed I was special, one of the chosen few, someone they could trust. There were around half a dozen of them, each with wings of splendour, dancing with one another as I danced among them. My smile was wide. The birds in the tree above sang a calming tune as the fairies and myself danced in unison.

"Tweet, tweet, tweet," said the birds.

"Flutter, flutter, flutter," replied the fairies with their gentle near silent wings.

I gave the birds a momentary wave while continuing with my dance. It wasn't long however that I grew exhausted and collapsed onto the lawn almost falling into the pond in the process. Quickly repositioning myself I looked up at the early morning sky with the fairies still dancing around me. I felt giddy and took deep breaths.

"Danny what are you doing? You're embarrassing yourself, get inside now!" My wife called out from the open front door of the house.

"I'm dancing, um, I'm with the fairies," I replied while slurring my words.

"Why are you wearing my undies?" My wife moaned.

Turning to the fairies they appeared unbothered by my wife's words and continued to dance with happiness, the birds however had swiftly left the tree.

"You're drunk!" My wife moaned.

Fairies or dragonflies, what did it matter? They made me feel happy. So long as creatures exist that spread happiness who cares what they're called. My head continued to spin as I made my way slowly on my wobbly legs towards the house and my angry wife.

THE END.



Tuesday, 12 September 2017

Coming of Age

While showing off his skills within a coliseum a mighty gladiator is challenged by a member of the audience and is shocked to discover that it is a young boy. The warrior laughs but the cocky young boy has no intention of backing down and the challenge is accepted with a fight to the death, or until one of them cries. Set in the days of old and told from the point of view of the gladiator.

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I fell flat on my face, my cheek resting against dirt as six large men pounded on top of me hitting their arms against my back. Their mighty brawn was no match for my own however so with ease I jumped to my feet flinging the other men into the air as the crowd of the coliseum roared at my feat of strength.

"Ha, ha, ha!" I boomed with a deep laugh, "None of you weaklings are a match for me. I'll snap you all like a twig."

One of the men, a particularly large wrestler, lurched towards me with both his hands in readiness to grab my shoulders. I simply stood out of the way pushing him to the ground much to the amusement of the cheering spectators.

"Ha, ha, ha!" I continued while resting my fists against my hips, "Your feeble attempts amount to nothing."

Another of the wrestlers took advantage while my back was turned jumping onto me in an attempt to topple me over. Grabbing hold of his legs I held him in a piggyback fashion then span my body around and around forcing him to fly out of my arms the moment I let go. His dizziness caused him to wobble on his feet as he tried to stand and ended up flaying across the coliseum into the spectators who continued to roar with laughter.

The other wrestlers had had enough and fled with fear.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" I boomed raising my arms high and addressing the crowd, "Is there no one to dare challenge me?!"

I flexed my muscles, continuing with my exaggerated laugh for a few more moments, before turning my back and making my way towards the coliseum entrance. A group of archers began making their way inside ready to entertain the crowd further. The overlapped voices, cheers and laughter of the spectators echoed around my head but one particular comment was all too clear.

"I challenge you!" Yelled a prepubescent voice.

I ignored it and continued along my way.

"Are you not brave enough?!" This voice called out fully aware that I could hear his comment.

I was still willing to ignore him but the spectators had also heard his challenge and they began to hush. Turning around I looked toward the vast crowd trying to gauge who had spoken. The sun was in my eyes distorting my gaze so it took a few moments to make out who was speaking. Part of me wished it was a larger than life muscle-clad man but as he continued to heckle I saw him sitting in the front row. It was a child.

"I challenge you for real!" The boy said in a broken and put-on tough guy tone, "Everyone knows your wrestling is fake, so I challenge you to a real fight, a fight to the death!"

I laughed out loud in the hope that the spectators would join in, but to my surprise not many did so, I guessed they were fed up with fake fighting too.

The boy's face was distorted with anger and he was likely serious in his childish little mind, but there was no way I could fight a child for he wouldn't last no more than a single punch. It was a crazy challenge. I was going to have to wiggle out of it to save face.

"So child," I said calmly as approached, "What makes you think you have even the slightest chance of succeeding against me?"

The boy's face twitched.

"Because you're a big fat fraud!" He chirped his response causing the crowd to laugh with him.

I let out a breath trying not to let the situation overwhelm me just in case I did something stupid I would later regret.

"How old are you?" I asked guessing he was no more than twelve at the most.

"Old enough to defeat you!" He shouted as he jumped to his feet and raised his fists.

With that the spectators cheered and I was clearly losing the battle of popularity with him. I wondered if I should accept his challenge then simply spank him in front of everyone to teach the little brat a lesson. I leant forward trying my best to intimidate.

"Challenge accepted," I responded calmly.

The boy jumped from his seat then ran as fast as he could slipping against the dusty ground as he hurried into the middle of the coliseum. The archers quickly started making their way out not wanting any association with the crazy battle that was to take place.

"Ha, ha, ha, not too steady on your feet are you?" I laughed at the boy who simply stood defiant with his fists in the air.

I flexed my muscles a few times to make him realise how foolish he was acting but he continued to stare at me. Shaking my head I walked over to him.

"I won't see that you come to any real harm," I told him softly as to not let the spectators overhear, "But you will get hurt I promise you, so I suggest you back out now."

"This battle will end with you crying!" He yelled his response before striking his fist at my belly.

I lurched back as the crowd started laughing, but I was sure they were laughing at me rather than with me. I wasn't used to being made to look the fool and felt anger brewing inside.

The boy lurched forward and began punching my abdomen with his fists one after the other, I turned away only for him to then start punching my back. I then felt his boot kick me against the back of my leg causing me to wobble and fall to one knee. The spectators went wild with amusement as they cheered the boy.

"You annoying little runt!" I yelled as I turned and grabbed the boy by his neck lifting him from the ground while he kicked his feet in the air.

It took just one punch from me to cause blood to spurt from his nose and his body to fall limp. I threw him to the ground and the crowd let out a silent gasp.

Some of the archers and other wrestlers re-entered the coliseum and raced over to the boy who remained lifeless on the ground. There were screams from the spectators and shouts of abuse directed toward myself.

"Are you out of your mind?!" One of my fellow gladiators yelled at me.

My mind span and I felt dizzy as the huge coliseum felt so small and claustrophobic. Everything was a blur and all sounds incomprehensible. Collapsing to my knees and covering my hands over my face I began to immediately regret what I had done. I was a monster. Why couldn't I control my rage? I began to weep causing my tears to flood between the gaps of my fingers before letting out a loud cry of grief. Falling into a heap to the ground I sobbed loudly.

A shadow was then cast above me as the boy who had just regained consciousness stood looking down at me. He wiped his bloody nose across his sleeve.

"I said I'd make you cry," he said with a smile.

THE END.




Monday, 11 September 2017

Vampire Valley

A young boy is lost within Vampire Valley as nightfall draws in. As the sun goes down and the weather takes a turn for the worse, hunters are on the prowl and it's not long before the child's fear and imagination takes over believing that danger lurks around every corner. Not all of the dangers are within his imagination however so it's imperative for him to find a safe place to hide. In the meantime the boy's frantic mother searches the valley knowing all too well the life and death risk she is taking. This story is told from the point of view of the child.

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I remember that fateful day as though it were yesterday yet I was no more than a mere child when my life almost came to an end. The fragility of life comes all the more apparent when something as simple as getting separated from my mother for a few hours nearly caused my existence to cease. I was alone that day with only my wits to help me survive as I wandered alone within Vampire Valley.

It began with the inevitable panic as I rushed around frantically calling out to my mother hoping she was within earshot.

"Mummy!" I screeched at the top of my voice causing my throat to become sore, "Mummy!"

The darkening sky above appeared to spin and my breath grew shallow while I tried in vain to attract help. The dirt ground beneath me crunched as the gravel slid against my shoes and the bare trees offered no protection against the elements. My shoulders hunched from the cold and it was sure to rain as the grey sky darkened further.

"Mumm..." I yelled before stopping mid-sentence hearing a rustle within the thicket.

Could it be my mother? I wondered, is my ordeal over? Am I rescued? Maybe it was something else, perhaps a monster on the hunt with me as its prey. I didn't want to wait around to find out if I was being stalked so instead ran as fast as my legs could carry me practically slipping against the loose ground. My breathing was fast, my belly ached with each breath, but it was essential that I did not slow, even for a moment, until I reached somewhere safe. I could feel raindrops starting to fall.

I ran on and on, as fast as I could, but could still hear sounds behind me. The sounds of breathing, the sounds of snapping twigs and the sounds of snarling creatures. The sounds echoed throughout my mind, causing me to feel giddy, filling my head with panic, and it wasn't long before they surrounded me. I could see nothing, just the trees among the darkening sky illuminated by the full moon. But I knew of the reputation of Vampire Valley and the monsters that hunted at night. They were ruthless killers and could be hiding all around me luring me into a trap.

I collapsed in a heap with total exhaustion not being able to run any further while panting heavily trying to regain my breath. I sensed movement from behind but the moment I turned and saw nothing the feeling diminished only to be replaced by sensing more movement behind. My imagination was playing tricks upon me but my eyes were not so easily fooled.

The sound of a bird swooping from the thicket both startled me and filled my heart with relief. I clearly wasn't being stalked but within a flash my imagination took over again and I wondered as to what had startled the bird.

With just a hint of a smile of relief I spotted my eye on a dilapidated shack among the trees, not long for this world but sturdy enough for temporary shelter. My ankle twinged as I jumped to my feet but ignoring the pain I hobbled as fast as I could towards the shack practically diving inside. Swiftly I slid across the creaky wooden floorboards then huddled in the corner hugging myself for warmth and to self comfort my shattered nerves.

It wasn't long before the sky darkened further, causing the already crisp air to bite, as nightfall fell. The rain poured heavily tapping against of what remained of the tin roof of my shelter, yet it barely covered the sound of my own breath that croaked with each inhalation.

My ears were poised listening intently at the sound of something approach but with the sound of the pouring rain ricocheting from the dilapidated shack it was difficult to know whether it was my imagination playing tricks again. Maybe I had been lured into a trap after all for there was no escape from my present location.

It took me a while to reach the conclusion that it wasn't my imagination and footsteps were actually making their approach. I held my breath while my body shook as I saw the silhouette of a figure standing within the open doorway. It was difficult to see clearly within the partial moonlight. It was a woman wearing Victorian clothing shaking raindrops from an umbrella as she entered. A stench of death oozed from her pours filling the shack with the aroma of fresh blood. The woman looked down at me, grinning widely, revealing her razor sharp fangs that appeared to glow within the near darkness.

"Mummy!" I called out jumping to my feet and rushing over to her.

She hugged me tightly as tears fell from my eyes. I was safe once more.

THE END.