“It was a
dark and stormy night...”
Howdy howdy
everyone! Methinks my BFF CJ will be over this weekend so maybe I'll
be working on my book again. Maybe I'll have him look at my Writing
Links page(it's in the upper right corner under the site title) to
see what he thinks or if he has any links of his own.
The Fruits
of a Fairy's Labor
The faeries in
the land of Darrizu had a difficult duty. A difficult labor they had
to do. But they always did it. Some would become disgruntled over the
years. Or even bitter that they were stuck doing this and other
creatures of the land could choose what work they could do. But still
most faeries stayed with the work and only a few left to seek other
paths in life. This was because of the importance of their labor and
the satisfaction of every time they finished doing something so vital
despite how dull and hard the work was.
The labor of a
fairy was creating fairy dust and spreading it across the land. Most
people thought that since a fairy sparkled and glowed as their wings
made them flutter through the sky that fairy dust was also something
that sparkled and glowed. They assumed that it was something as
pretty as a fairy. In truth fairy dust looked ugly and dreary. Even
worse than normal dust. It looked like a blackish-gray form of normal
dust. A normal person would mistake it as a contaminate if they
didn't know better. Fairy dust also had no flavor or taste. If
someone tried they would taste nothing as if nothing had ever been
placed into their mouth or been smelled at all. And despite fact it
was thicker than average dust, when touched fairy dust felt as if a
humid breeze kept touching the skin that contacted the dust even if
the dust was completely dry. When wet the dust felt murky like
surface of a swamp.
The faeries
harvested the dust by collecting the rock flowers and grinding them
into the dust. The rock flower name was quite literal. They were
rocks that bloomed perfectly in the shape of flowers from the magical
mountains of the north enchanted long ago by the old Fairy Kings of
Legend. The rocks were only an inch wide and the faeries had strength
much greater than their size. Think of it like an ant. They would fly
these rocks to their floating homes in the sky. These homes were
massive hot air balloons made from dragon scales and lifted afloat by
powerful, long lasting, magical fire from wood of the western
wizard's wood.
Faeries would
bring them to their flying homes to make sure that the dust wasn't
stolen by greedy wizards. Otherwise they would have happily worked on
the ground. Because they worked in flying homes the faeries had to
break the rock flowers into tiny pieces with their magical picks and
grind it with special stones enchanted with all sorts of magic only
the elders of the cities understood in any detail.
Once finished
the faeries would finally get the satisfaction of a job well done. A
fairy got to choose how to use their dust. Fairy dust had the
property of flipping the coin of fortune from bad luck to good. And
instance of bad luck exposed to fairy dust could turn into good. An
unfortunate accident on the road? The person stumbles upon some money
in their time of crisis. Someone gets lost? Sprinkle fairy dust and
they find not only a town but true love. Police will find evidence
and artists will get inspiration. Fairy dust twists the darker side
of fate brighter and no matter how hard the fairy must word slowly
grinding those rock flowers into the fairy dust they can draw
satisfaction from that.
Quote
Comment: Marshall
Bruce Mathers III, our rapper star Eminem's real name, in my opinion
actually sounds like one of those military generals you read about in
the history books. Just read this:
Marshall Bruce Mathers III served in World War II as the military
general that lead the some of the biggest assaults on Germany.
Historians believe that if it wasn't for his expertise in his air
force and naval battle many battles and perhaps the war could have
been lost. Though some experts disagree, there is a consensus that if
it wasn't for Marshall Bruce Mathers III then many more American
lives would have been lost.
Doesn't
that name fit really well? You Mr. Eminem have a very cool name.
No comments:
Post a Comment