Fairy Story

Once upon a time in a land far away there was a magical fairy that could make anyone's wishes come true. Everyday it sat up in its fairy tree waiting for people or creatures to come and and tell her their wishes. One day she was sitting, and got a little bored, so she got up and decided to go for a fly through the woods. She hadn't gone very far when she met an elk.

"Hello, elk!" she said.

"Oh well hello there Ms. Fairy! Fancy seeing you today. Ah, I had a wish."

"Oh? And what was that?"

"Ah, I wish that I could fly. I dunno. Maybe trade my antlers in for a pair of wings. Like yours, miss!"

"Well I sure could do that!" So the fairy worked her magic and the elk's antlers were changed into wings. "It'll take some getting used to," she said, "but I'm sure you can catch right on!"

The elk did, and from then on was seen flying through the woods by the wings on his head. Sure, it was a bit strange seeing his body hanging from his head, but he was comfortable and went on to live a successful elk life. He was also able to escape people who wanted the velvet off his antlers because instead of antlers he had wings. The end.

On My Stories

If you try to look for a point or a moral or a reason for my stories, chances are you won't find them. Why? Because there is no point or moral. Perhaps a reason is to just let words roll off my fingers. Like take for example my first story on here. My mind comes to a blank because there was really no point to that story.

Another thing is I like is making the creatures in my stories magical. I dunno. I like magical creatures that don't usually talk or move.

That's another thing. I like using things that don't talk and/or don't move. Especially toads and mushrooms. Those are my favorite for some reason.

I haven't written any princess stories yet, but sometimes those have points. Sometimes I translate what I'm feeling into a princess story, but most of the time I don't. Most of the time they have no point, like my other stories.

So this was to just help if you ever try to "dig deeper" into my stories. I guess they're more 2-dimensional than 3, if they are even more than 1. But I'm not quite sure how you would apply dimensions to stories? Ah! What if there are curled-up dimensions in my stories?! Hidden dimensions?? There aren't. They're just a line, or a square.

The end. I love to end my stories with "The end", and start them with "Once upon a time..."

That's all, I believe. G'night world!

Idea! i.e. Stories. Namely, the Magical Mushroom

I know what I can post. The random stories I think of sometimes. So today I will entertain you with a brilliant story of complications and plot twists. Or just a story about a magical mushroom. That sounds good.

Once upon a time (I always love to start stories with "Once upon a time") there lived a magical mushroom. It was as skilled in magic as a magical mushroom could be. It knew all the tricks, all the secret ways that are those of mushroom magic. One day it was hopping along (it was not rooted to the ground because of its magic) when it came across a toad. "Halloa, toad!" said the magical mushroom, as it saluted (magical mushrooms have arms, in case you didn't know). However, the toad was not magical and did not have the gift of speech. The magical mushroom, whose name happened to be Francis, decided to work some magic. Francis rubbed its hands together and uttered secret magical words, and put a spell on the frog so it could speak.

"Croak. Herm. Heh. Oh, my! Ribbit. Cough. What is this?" said the toad.

"I have performed magic upon you," responded Francis, "that you might speak!"

"Well a whole deal of good that has done! What have I to say? Other than I could really use some good flies right now?"

"I was hoping to have a conversation with you, my dear toad."

"Well deary me. Again, I have to ask, What have I to say?"

"Well, I don't suppose I know. Just thought there were many words bottled up inside of you that needed to be said."

"Nope. I'm fine. Good day, Mr. Francis the magical mushroom."

"But..."

"I said good day."

So Francis the magical mushroom hopped away, and the now speaking toad ate some flies and was happy. The end.