I’m 15 and I was just doing a few paragraphs to kill some time. I got the idea of a story from a fairy’s (actually Im not sure what she is yet) point of view.
I was pleased to wake up with the moonlight on my face. It was partly covered with cloud so the view was just right. I like how we can see the moon without the light being a strain on our eyes. Clever, right?
Under the beech tree was certainly the ideal place to sleep. The thick branches spread out symmetrically all the way to the top so it looked like a tree in a painting. On one side of it the trunk had hollowed out considerably, therefore it was in this mini – cave that I resided. I called it the burrow.
It wasn’t a big forest, you can guess that from its name Minor woods. Great things come in small doses, certainly true in many cases.
I felt as I did every night; revitalized, refreshed, rejuvenated.
I climbed out of the burrow, leaving a few leaves and traces of earth on me. A slight wind blew a welcoming breeze into my face. I giggled as the leaves at my feet swirled and tickled my toes.
I stretched and quickly made the two minute walk to the small stream nearby. It runs down from some rocks at first and then continues down though the rest of the forest floor. Where I went it was only about five foot wide.
It lay peacefully in the dim light of the moon. When I had first come to Minor woods the stream was covered with algae and was swarming with flies. I cast them away and it became Luminous Lake. I called it this because it always caught the light, night or day.
From the pocket in my black canvas dress I retrieved my necklace. All of us got one when we were born. Mine was long; it hung to the middle of my torso. It was a tiny clock with a lioness wrapped around it very elegantly. The whole piece was solid gold except for the clock – no question.
I bent over the surface to see my reflection. My skin was pale as usual and my wavy brown hair hung around my face. Under my eyes was a dark circle or two. That wasn’t surprising, what is surprising is that my eyes are not green, brown or blue. My eyes change colour depending on my mood. I can actually feel the colour changing sometimes.
I cupped my hands and spooned up some water to splash my face with. This always refreshed me nicely in the evening.
The sun went in behind the clouds and my reflection darkened. I sighed at my blurry face and sat back. I put my feet into the water and swirled them around in a circular motion. I like the way the water moves, like its playing too. Is water alive? I always wondered but my brother always just laughed, meaning he didn’t know either.
A sudden snapping sound behind me and I was on my feet.
I held my chin up, trying to sense what had changed in the atmosphere. It was something I didn’t like, I knew because I had felt my eyes change, possibly to orange.
I held my breath and began to creep silently forward. Whatever had moved now knew I had heard it, but it was staying still. A good choice. For me, not for them.
I stopped, beginning to feel its emotions. Fear, anxiety, confusion. Falling branches don’t feel fear. Whatever was hiding had to be either an animal or a human.
Any constructive criticism is welcome