Writers Untie!

Cont'd 8

Jeremiah stared at the ashes of the Great Fairy Godmother for a good while. It was actually quite difficult, given the 80 meters that he had been thrown back.

He tried to rise, but the light kept shifting before his eyes, and he could not focus long enough to get his feet firmly planted on the ground. A relization krept over him, and he looked down at his feet...his feet that should have been at the end of his skinny fairy legs. But all he saw was space where they should have been. His feet! They were gone! They must have lost in the blast. It was a great force that had shot Jeremiah back 80 meters into the Great Oak Tree where the Great Fairy Godmother had once lived. But then...the light flickered more and more and Jeremiah relized that he was going very blind. The beautiful trees! The green grass! The little buzzy bees that helped the flowers to grow! He would see them no more.
Jeremiah rested in the dirt, just to take it all in, thefact that he could not walk or see. He remembered the sound of his mother's voice, and felt a strange comfort come over him as he recalled his youth.
In the distance, he heard a chirping noise...closer it came, and closer yet, and Jeremiah felt a great thing lifting him off of the ground. He heard it chirp, and he felt it's wet tongue on his fairy self, and he was gone in one big gulp.

THE END

posted by Lindsey Charlton @ 8:41 PM