Sandra sat in the tree, her pink wings lay limply across her back and her bright pink eyes shined brightly through the night. She stared up at the moonlight and smiled happily as it illuminated her high cheek bones and pointed ears. She sighed and let her legs dangle loosely over the side of the branch as she stared at the little village of makeshift homes underneath her. Now it looked so peaceful, like nothing had ever happened there. But she remembered every detail of the fight as the humans came. 1
Vile creatures the humans were. Then came into their village and crushed the faeries homes. They laughed as they mindlessly kicked the flowers out of their way. To them they were just a tiny bit of this World with no importance, but to the fairies they were their beds, their homes, their lives.2
Many a fairy was injured, but that was not all that the humans did. They were not fully grown so must of been around 16 or 17, but they knew there were consequences for their actions, and they didn't care. They grinned as they destroyed trees by scrawling on them and threw bottles at them. The bottles smashed into millions of little pieces before littering the floor. The humans laughed, to them it was only a joke. It was not life or death to them and they had nothing to worry about. 3
A tear fell softly down Sandra's face and dribbled on to her lips. She gently ran her tongue along her lips and let the salty taste take over all her senses. It was not only the environment the humans had destroyed though. Her baby sister, barley 3 had got caught up in one of the flowers. Entangled in her bed as a shoe kicked it hard and the buttercup flew into the air. I heard her scream, her cry of help as she bounced along the ground. The sound of the "thud, thud" of her head bouncing on the ground cut through Sandra as she flew as fast as she ever had with her wings beating madly as she lay down next to the fallen flower. And as she unfolded the petals gently away she saw her little sister there laying in a pool of blood, soaking through the grass like a sponge. Sanda burst into teas then and hugged her sister tight to her and kissed her on her forehead. "You'll be alright!" Sandra promised her, but now she really wasn't to sure...4
Sandra's little sister, Kirsty was still ill. She lay in bed near enough all day as she lay in a coma state, barley awake, barley alive. Sandra breathed deeply as she blocked the thoughts of her little sister actually dying from her head. She loved her little so much, but she could do nothing to help her.5
She felt a little flutter beside her side and felt a strong arm wrap round her shoulders. She learned her head against the figure sitting beside her in the darkness and breathed in his calmness. His bright blue eyes stared into hers as if reading her mind and then gently he lifted her head up and gave her a gentle kiss on her lips. She melted into him and cuddled into him as they both sat there watching the gentle moonlight on the village. If only all the time was as still as now she thought... If only humans could think that every time they kick or hurt something living they are destroying something wonderful, that they are destroying something true with feelings. If only they weren't so selfish, and could think. Just for once think...6
Author notes
This is just a simple story about how humans can be so selfish and think they can walk over anything and never think that there might be consequences. That they could so easily ruin anyones life...
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I like the idea of showing that humans who don't believe in "fairy tales" can come in and unknowingly destroy the environment of a fairy world, however, I didn't feel any emotion after reading it. I felt like you wrote it in a telling manner and didn't alllow the reader to feel the pain of your characters. I wasn't drawn into the story but felt it was a little too one dimensional. Thank you for entering.
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i agree with your assessment on human cruelity. i enjoyed the idea of putting what would seem as simple fun to be a cruel and torturous thing to another. keep up the good work and eleborate of this story if you already havent. thank you for entering my contest and good luck.
beginning: 5, language: 4, plot: 4, ending: 5, characters: 3.
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:0P see piss heads still do think about good stuff he he he. Still not had the energy to change the suggestions given to me-too much partyin after all me exams lol! anyway tar hun x
Luv Lou
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awww sweetie, this is very thoughtful and very cute of you! i'm proud that you thought of nature, you piss-head! lol, i kid. anyway, nice write and very clever! l8az love ya sky xxx
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Aww thanx hun. lol-i knew I had to change that thing in the first line, but totally forgot lol. Thanx for the suggestions and I'll put them probs in a few days or 2night because I'm really nevous bout my gcse results on thursday so I can't think straight at da mo...
Thanx-I'm really bad at my spelling but I'll look over it later on and I should be doin a sequal to this after my results are in so I'm not a total nervous wreck while writting it lol.
Thanx x
Luv Lou
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I like this story. A few things to say before I begin complimenting it, however. In the first sentence, you said "bright" twice. If you used another word, it would flow much better. You could change it to "and her bright pink eyes shone far into the night." There were many spelling errors, but everyone has spelling errors, especially when they type. I'm not quite sure how old the main character is, but that's unimportant considering the topic at hand you're trying to bring across. A small error in the fourth paragraph. For one sentance you switched from third person to first. It took me a second to register that; you might want to change it.
I really liked the story itself. If you wrote a sequel I would be very interested to read more. I myself believe in the fae and faery creatures. This is an almost moving story and you bring your point across very well.
I saw your author page, and you said you weren't that great at story writing. It doesn't matter. Keep bringing up ideas like this and the hidden talent I see between your lines, and you could be a great writer.
Write more on this; people always need to learn about what they are destroying.
-Arias' Son
Edited on Aug 22, 11:54 p.m. because 'speaking of spelling errors...'.
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