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Oy, listen, I've been writing, okay? More words have been written down in the past two months than I've written in like, most of all last year. So, you wanna peek?
I'm calling this one, hipster fairies.
“You know, most tatted up guys who come in here sporting rainbow pins generally hit on Gus over there.” She leaned against the counter, her wings tight against her back to avoid steam burns. The guy who’s name she still didn’t know chuckled.
“Funny story, that.” He spun the pin so she could see it better. There in tiny black letters was the word, ally. “My brother, my twin actually. Figured it out when he was in grade school. Got bullied pretty badly for it. Was called a...,” he nodded to her wings, pretty sure using the actual word was a bad idea. “We were in an integrated school, too. Got pretty rough, didn’t take long to realize that if I was vocally supportive of him it helped. Didn’t really stop the kids from being mean, mostly I just got in a lot of fights. But it made him feel better, knowing I was on his side.”
“Ah yes. Fairy. The worst possible thing for a human male to be called. Not at all terrible for us fairies to be disparaged like that, but then again, despite the great integration, we’re still not so integrated. Are we?”
Scribd is publishing Kiss the Paparazzi (if I hit my deadline)
“Speaking of careers, mom, did you pick out of that stack yet? You know which one I’m pulling for.” Mercy had pulled herself out of the pool and after wrapping a towel around her, sat next to Jo. Her hair was dripping all over, she hadn't even attempted to dry her two tiny buns. Alice noted that the purple streaks were fading, it might be time to talk to her girl about trying something new. Mercy loved to play with her hair color and styles.
Pushing that thought aside, Alice rifled through the pile and pulled up the one Mercy was after. It was a crazy hot commodity right now. A post apocalyptic YA book that had just gotten bought up by a new production company after a fierce bidding war. Alice had been surprised to receive the script and even more surprised to see the character they wanted her for. Alice knew herself, knew what she was well known for, and the idea that she would get to be a good guy for once? Yeah, she was digging that. She loved the idea that she wasn’t going to be the witch, or the demon, or the psychotic mom anymore. Hopefully. She was so tired of the pigeon hole she’d been shoved into.
It was one of things they didn't tell her in acting class, that if she got hired as one thing right out of the gate, then she should expect to always be that. She’d had an okay career so far, with a few significant highlights, but she could do more, she knew it.
Neverland Lost (the final of my loose fairy-tale trilogy)
A gloom had settled over their paradise. From her home in the grotto under the cliffs dotted with trees, she watched the darkness spread like a blanket. Her tail swished through the water, her lazy attitude a cover for the fear that had taken root deep in her breast. She projected calm, just enough worry to not raise suspicion, but she watched and she waited. The others like her frolicked through the crystal blue waters, paying no mind to the darkness closing in. She couldn't help but wonder what had happened, what could hurt Neverland so deeply as to darken it completely?
She knew she would get no answers by sitting still, so with a flick of her tail she dove down. The water soothed her dry skin as she flew beneath the surface of the lagoon. She swam fast and hard, against the current that picked up when she left her cover and headed toward open water. There was so much that was unreachable for her, but the Indians, she could get to them. It wasn’t often she made the trek, as the waters near their inlet were choppy and hard to swim, but for this she would go.
These are rough, sure, but also only a tip of the iceberg. Y'all, I've been writing so much across so many stories, I'm actually goign to finish stuff this year!