Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Monday, September 8 - America, Fairyville?

   Lindsey Marie was a fairy. Everyone knew it because she had told them. Lindsey loved to get attention, so as soon as she got an assignment to come to the real world, she tried to get as many people talking as possible. At first they didn't believe her, because she didn't have wings and she was normal sized. But as soon as she made it snow in the middle of August, she was suddenly the most popular person in the world. News stations were scrambling to get the inside scoop on the new fairy in town, and Lindsey was eating it up. So many specials on how hard it was to adjust to the real world after a life of magic and wonder. Lindsey was amazed at how much people would believe. Half of what she said in her interviews were lies, but nobody was the wiser. Lindsey was living the dream, and nobody could take it away from her.
  
    One day, The fairy King came to Lindsey's house in the real world. he was not happy.
   "I trusted you to carry out this mission like an adult," he said in a booming voice that shook her Swarovski chandelier. "instead you abuse this opportunity and disgrace the fairy name." He shook his head and rumbled on. "I am taking away your powers. You are no longer a fairy."
   "But Daddy," a distressed Lindsey protested.
   "But nothing. I have cast a forgetting spell on the world. nobody knows who you are anymore." The King said without emotion. "Your wand now." he held out his hand.
   Lindsey grumpily fluttered up to the chandelier and retrieved her sparkly wand that she had hidden there. "This isn't fair." she said as she handed her wand over.
   "I don't care, you have disobeyed me." The king said. "When you can learn to control your actions, maybe I will consider giving your powers back. Until then, goodbye." With a poof, the fairy King disappeared, leaving a tearful Lindsey in his wake. She decided then and there that she would carry out this mission and become the best fairy that has ever lived.

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