Tata was feeling very sad. She sat alone in the garden and a tear rolled down her cheek. She looked around at all the pretty flowers and sighed loudly.
“Why me?” she cried. “I have been such a good fairy. I did not pull the wings off the ladybugs. I gently brush the rose petals so they are velvety soft. I always help the baby birds who fall out of their nests.”
Earlier that day the Fairy Queen had given all the five-year old fairies their very own jobs. Now all the flowers and the trees, the birds and the . . . → Read More: Fantasy: The Dandelion Fairy
Toby stopped in his tracks. There, in the middle of the path, lay a shining, gold ring. Toby reached down to pick it up and gasped. A huge diamond sparkled up at him.
“Hey Toby, wait up for me,” shouted a familiar voice behind him.
Toby spun around and forced a smile for his friend Matt. His fingers closed tightly over the ring and he quickly stuffed it down into his pocket.
“What’s wrong Toby?” asked Matt staring intently at Toby’s face.
Toby’s brain was working at warp speed. He needed time to think, time to decide what to do. . . . → Read More: Fantasy: A Great Treasure
She straddles her pink bike, feet planted firmly on the ground, and gazes at some undetermined point down the road. In her left hand she holds a sucker which she twists slowly round in her mouth, first one way, then the other, then back again. Her right hand rests loosely on the handlebars. The street stretches before her in the hot afternoon sun.
“Sheila”, another child shouts
Sheila’s head snaps around in the direction of the voice. She stops in middle twist, letting go of the sucker, and grips the handlebars firmly with two pudgy hands. Her lips pucker up . . . → Read More: Fantasy: Sheila