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^ The Fairy Feller’s Master-Stroke Oil on canvas by Richard Dadd 1855- 1864 ^ (Have a great day! And thank you for joining me!) - Fairy 🧚 I’m back!!

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Lifetime

Fairy

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“What does… death mean?”

I look up at my mother,

as I lay on my bed

spread out like a starfish,

while she sits elegantly on the edge of the mattress,

her back facing me.

“Why,”

she asks,

that’s a stupid question.

“Because”

I answer.

“Death, is when someone's lifetime ends, when they… fall asleep for a while”

Huh?

“So If I fall asleep… I’ll die?”

She turns to face me,

“Not exactl...

Jelous

Fairy

1 min read

I’ve always been an only child,

and I always will be.

And even though I’m an only child,

I’m clearly not the favorite.

I’m the “trouble child”,

always getting yelled at for small things,

even though I

rarely

feel like I’ve done anything wrong,

Im just being a kid,

a teenager,

doing teenager things.

So each time another person enters the premises,

both me and my mother put on a smile,

and we...

Poetry

YA fiction

Mirrors

Fairy

1 min read

Sometimes,

I wish mirrors were never

created,

because the

girl in the

reflection

seems to take

liking in mocking

my every move.

As I brush my hair,

she does the same.

When I cringe at the way

my hair falls upon my face,

she lets out a laugh.

And if I choose to apply makeup,

she judges the way I applied my blush.

And if I glare at her

she glares back.

We‘re the same

person,

the sa...

Poetry

Green

Fairy

1 min read

I've always been one to

dislike

insects,

but,

oddly enough

I've

always

wanted to be

embraced

by the

unfamiliarity,

the innocense

the open air.

As each

and every

shade of

green

floods

my eyesight.

The only

echo

audible

being

the voice of

Mother Nature,

as she hums

the tune

notability.

Her enchanting

presence

radiantly

coating

the breeze.

I close my eyes,

use my imaginatio...

Poetry

Octopus

Fairy

1 min read

(I mainly focused on the word disconnect for this one (and I sorta rushed on this one I wrote it in like 20 minutes, so my apologies for any grammatical errors)

Maybe I’m an

octopus.

Full of love,

but all alone.

Although, is there

really

a real definition of being

alone?

After all doesn’t everyone,

see loneliness

in a different way?

I’m alone, but I have seem

to have

problem,

keeping ...

Poetry

Her.

Fairy

1 min read

Love.

It’s a horrifyingly

beautiful thing,

so I never thought about it,

until I read her name.

She was made of words,

but that didn’t seem to stop

the ever growing love

blooming

inside my system.

Running deeper

and deeper into my skin.

As her imaginary presence

flew throughout my brain.

The description of her,

brought to life as a creation

of my imagination,

brought her to me.

Her aura ...

Poetry

Romance

Kauket

Fairy

1 min read

(This is more about the process of death, instead of a moment in life that seems to last forever, why not write about a moment in the process of death that’s seems to last for an eternity(also because I couldn’t think of anything that goes along with the prompt))

Some people,

call the light of death bright.

So, why do I only see

darkness?

The kind of dark that

appears

when you close

your e...

Poetry

Freedom

Fairy

1 min read

Sometimes I wonder,

when,

when will I be able to live.

Just for a little while,

just for a little while

I want to be able to run freely

through the lively streets of freedom.

Each step feeling lighter and lighter

as I stray further away

from the reality of the world.

I close my eyes,

and think about where

I want to be,

and then I’m there.

The rays of the sun

shining down on me,

as if they’...

Fantasy

Poetry