Today's flash fiction #TheFairyAndTheMachines

“Eloquence is the painting of thoughts.”

Alfred E. Newman

     Today I wrote two stories including this one. The other one written today once edited will be sent to publishers. Gotta work on writing more short stories eh?

     Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Fairy and The Machines

      One cold night a fairy from the land of magic decided to visit the land of machines. While a family slept she visited their machines. She first approached their cellphones. Curious about the family she used her magic to pull the data saved on the phones. All the pictures and messages saved on the phone came out. The pictures flew out like paintings being born from the air around the phone and the flew around the fairy. The messages were strung out like songs. But not like songs from a choir. They played out like the deep guttural songs of a whale deep in the sea. The fairy giggled to herself as she learned about the family as they laid oblivious in their sleep. A fairy's magic made sure no one would wake while they sneaked about. They might as well have been a dream themselves.

      She next visited the various appliances. Toasters, refrigerators, microwaves and everything else in the house. She would use her magic to move them and bring them together. She then made them beep, clang, shutter, vacuum or do whatever else they did to make a ruckus that also sounded like the kind of rock song that would make you feel like you just had to dance.

      She hit her last stop. The most powerful computer in the house. The one that belong to the teenage boy who filled it with enough processing power to run any game. She looked at all the games on it. She found them boring on their own. So she used her magic to combine them together and then traveled into the world she created. A man knight jumped and leaped through the obstacles in a war zone using his magic to save a princess. All the soldiers were chess pieces continually falling from above. The war zone was a city half-destroyed, half-intact, with simulated people ready to talk and ready to run. Random treasure chests were everywhere for no reason as most games mandated but as the worlds had crossed these treasure chests contained aliens.

      After splicing the games together and having her fun with them she pulled them back apart and left the world of machines. She wondered what world she would travel to next for her amusement. Perhaps the world of psychics?