His dead eyes were staring straight at me. The oven door lay open, I had dropped it in shock when I had seen what it contained. The inside was splattered with blood, a limp paw hanging over the edge. Who could have done this? I asked myself in my head Why would anyone want to hurt him?
Lying dead inside the oven was my beautiful kitten. Though not beautiful any more, his fur was covered in blood and green food coloring. His eyes once filled with life, now empty golden orbs. My eyes filled with tears and it was at this unfortunate moment that my cousin Kelly walked in.
In a blind rage I flew at her, knocking her off her feet.Why did you kill him? I screamed.
She cowered at my feet as I towered over her.
I..I didn't. she said stumbling over the words in her rush to get them out. I was making cookies and Sooty knocked over the milk and he said Sooty had to die.
Suddenly I knew all too well what had happened and just who had killed him. But still I wanted to be sure.So he's back then?
She nodded her head slowly, tears slowly sliding down her cheeks. He's back. it felt awful knowing, knowing exactly who had done this to my cat.
The Irish Milk Fairy was this crazy milkman who was convinced that he had super powers. He had been arrested a couple of months ago after he had forced a little girl to kill her dog after it had broken a milk bottle. He had been hospitalized in an asylum but now it seemed he had escaped and was back haunting the streets, terrorizing all milk spillers.
I'm sorry. she said. I should have stopped him but he said he'd hurt me. He even made me find the green food coloring for him so that he could leave his mark.
I sank to the ground next to her. It wasn't your fault. I assured her, not wanting her to feel bad.I guess we should report this to the police.
She got to her feet. I'll do it.
I nodded mindlessly still overcome by grief. Once she had left the room I remained on the floor, simply because I couldn't find the energy to get up. I just sat there staring into his lifeless eyes.
I went into a kind of trance, lost in the memories of the time we had spent together. I only woke from this when something bumped my shoulder. I shook my head, clearing those thoughts from my head. I looked up to see her standing there. Well? I asked.
They captured him about five minutes after he killed Sooty, right down the road. she hung her head after this last part and I knew we were both thinking the same thing. Why couldn't they have come just ten minutes earlier. But then we both realized that you couldn't change the past, you had to live with it. You could only hope that the future would be kinder to you.
An hour later we buried him under his favorite tree in the garden. Forever we would be reminded of his death but forever we would keep the happy memories alive.
Author notes
We had to write this random story for a English creative writing assessment this week. We had to mention something dead, something green and the oven. At some point a female relative had to walk in and the story had to be set in your own kitchen and you had to be in it. It's pretty random but I love my new charactor The Irish Milk Fairy.
The Irish Milk Fairy rocks my socks!!!!!!!
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Hey that's cool. Unexpected and cool. Carry on the story!!
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This is great! I love the pure randomness of it all! And what a great character the Irish Milk Fairy is! I wanted to be sad for the cat, but the thought of what had happened to him was just too bizarre and funny to feel upset!
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Nicely written but I think if it was expanded it would be better if it was longer. I liked the idea and it made me laugh at how things worked out. I liked the character though.
Well done and thanks a lot at entering.
Keep up the great work and goodluck
Emma
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holy fuck.
this is sooooo gay.
but so funny and original..you should keep up with the Irish Milk Fairy.
Good Work.
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I'm not sure I like the Irish Milk Fairy anymore...he killed Sooty.
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I like this. It's creative and original and it's you. The Irish Milk Fairy. It makes you think of a good person but once you get to know him you see him for who he truly is. A psycho animal killer. Good job. Keep up the great work.
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I like the ominious 'So he's back then' but I feel the description of him is very brief immediately following that, maybe a flash back or espansion of desrciption could convey his horror better.
Otherwise I love it!
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This is the short version. I've had to re-write it 5 times. It gets hard to type the full thing.
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