In a land of fairies, a lone sprite named Lila was born wingless. Deemed incomplete, she was often overlooked. One twilight, a tempest roared, threatening to wipe the fairy realm. Panicked fairies struggled to stay airborne amidst gusty winds. Lila, however, danced gracefully on the ground, channeling her unique energy. As she danced, luminous flowers sprouted, forming a protective barrier. The storm passed, leaving the realm untouched. The once-mocked sprite became their savior. In a realm where anything was possible, Lila taught them that sometimes, the seemingly impossible could be the most wondrous of all.
The cliff top was deserted as I braced myself against a warm, frisky head on wind.
A young man approached, walking downwind and quickly towards me. His anorak zipped, hood up, head down, hands in pockets.
He appeared strangely intent and I thought, ‘a man on a mission!’
He walked past me, without averting his concentrated gaze, resolute on reaching his destination.
He passed, I looked momentarily down the fifty meter cliff face, waves crashed violently over the pebble beach and concrete sea walk and then, immediately understanding, after the young man…
In the realm of Fairy Land, a curious phenomenon unfolded. Blue butterflies, with wings like sapphires, roamed, casting their magical hue across the land, each butterfly possessed a unique talent.
One mischievous butterfly named Zigzag could alter the size of objects with a flap of his wings. Another, Sparkle, could conjure tiny fireworks at will. And then there was Whirlwind, who created playful gusts of wind.
Fairy folk marveled at their enchanting antics, for these butterflies brought laughter and wonder to the land. The fairies learned that sometimes, it's the little joys that make life truly magical in Fairy Land.
In a land of fairies, a lone sprite named Lila was born wingless. Deemed incomplete, she was often overlooked. One twilight, a tempest roared, threatening to wipe the fairy realm. Panicked fairies struggled to stay airborne amidst gusty winds. Lila, however, danced gracefully on the ground, channeling her unique energy. As she danced, luminous flowers sprouted, forming a protective barrier. The storm passed, leaving the realm untouched. The once-mocked sprite became their savior. In a realm where anything was possible, Lila taught them that sometimes, the seemingly impossible could be the most wondrous of all.
I missed the mark a bit but...
At Peacehaven
The cliff top was deserted as I braced myself against a warm, frisky head on wind.
A young man approached, walking downwind and quickly towards me. His anorak zipped, hood up, head down, hands in pockets.
He appeared strangely intent and I thought, ‘a man on a mission!’
He walked past me, without averting his concentrated gaze, resolute on reaching his destination.
He passed, I looked momentarily down the fifty meter cliff face, waves crashed violently over the pebble beach and concrete sea walk and then, immediately understanding, after the young man…
But the cliffs were already deserted…
Thanks for these reminders Erica!!
Here’s my 100-word story, memoir mostly...
https://open.substack.com/pub/arrivalsanddepartures/p/my-father
In the realm of Fairy Land, a curious phenomenon unfolded. Blue butterflies, with wings like sapphires, roamed, casting their magical hue across the land, each butterfly possessed a unique talent.
One mischievous butterfly named Zigzag could alter the size of objects with a flap of his wings. Another, Sparkle, could conjure tiny fireworks at will. And then there was Whirlwind, who created playful gusts of wind.
Fairy folk marveled at their enchanting antics, for these butterflies brought laughter and wonder to the land. The fairies learned that sometimes, it's the little joys that make life truly magical in Fairy Land.