Very Short Original Stories
The fairy's face was delicate, and although she was unable to cry, her eyes were raw. Kneeling by the dead girl, she turned her white face upon a gothic looking boy who stood at the back of the crowd behind a counter. His face was young, and he had long, lank black hair. - ‘You could do this’, she said quietly, almost pleading.
Read MoreAt six minutes to one in the morning there was a heavy thud from inside the the wardrobe and a door swung open. Gabriel opened his eyes just in time to see the wardrobe door shut itself again.
Read MoreStanding there, as bold as brass, was a witch as tall as the door - taller even - and she did not looked pleased. Indeed, her expression was remarkably disagreeable.
Read MoreIt was lucky for Lilly that she did not wake up. For standing next to her bed, hidden from all adult eyes, was a witch of the night. She, was a creature of cold cruelty, and she bore a pathological hatred for all children.
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