The Short Story

My parental units last words were still buzzing around in my head.
"I'll be back in an hour, and don't forget to write your short story!" The words just kept swirling around in my head, blocking out any room for creative thought. I decided that the only thing to do was make an executive decision and take a power break.

As I opened my window, the cool winter breeze blew over me and sent a shiver down my spine. I looked up at the night sky, letting my mind wander away from my pressing responsibilities. I imagined myself flying; the wind blowing through my hair, the fresh smell of the night air, and the damp on my skin as I flew through a cloud. I flipped through the air a few times, making myself dizzy. Suddenly something flew by me, moving so fast that I could barely even see it. It was something small, and I could hear the flutter of its wings as it passed.

I turned in the direction it had gone, searching the night sky, trying to see if it was still there. But all I could see was sky, sky, and then more sky. A vast blackness with dots of white here and there.

"What cha' lookin' fer?" said a little voice. I spun around, startled by the sudden high-pitched voice. I found myself starring eye-to-eye with the little thing that had whizzed by me earlier.
"Are ye daft? I said, what cha' lookin' fer?" said the little thing.
"Err...?" I mumbled.
"Not one fer words, eh? Well, I havn't seen you round these parts, no I haven't. In fact, haven't seen much of anyone round these parts in quite a while. And I've never seen one of you." It kept whizzing around my head, making me feel rather dizzy.
"One of me?"
"Yea... What exactly are ye?" It stared at me quizzically.
"I.. I am a... a... err..."
"You look like one of those 'human' types, that what ye are?" It asked. I nodded.
"Ahhh. Well, that explains it, it does. Well, I'm Lynthia. I'm a pixie. Ave you ever seen a pixie?" Lynthia asked.
"Well, no. I haven't." I answered.
"Thats what I expected." The little pixie sighed. "Ye human types never do pay any attention, do you. We pixie's work hard ever' day, keepin' everythin' in order; we wake the flowers an' spread the morning dew. An', o' course, we have to help up the sun, and put that awful moon to rest, an he's a troublemaker, he is. Did you know that every night that dreadful moon comes out and pushes the sun right to the other side of the earth? We have to wrestle him down every morning and keep him down all the day long. Of course, they put them youngsters in charge of that, and every night they just leave him to do whatever he wants. The nerve. One time, he got it in his mind not to go down, and it took ages until he finally did. That was a dark, dark age. But I mustn't bother you with me troubles." The pixie smiled, "We could really use someone like you, we could... to help us. We are in a war with the imps, retched little beasts. They swarm our trees and steal all they can." Lynthia turned to leave, mumbling to herself about those dreadful imps.
"Well maybe I could help..." I muttered, but before I could finish my sentience, Lynthia had turned back and grabbed me by the finger, pulling me along.
"Thats wonderful, dearie! I was hoping you'd say tha', yea I was." She had on a big smile that filled her whole face. "Let me take you to our woods. They really are quite beautiful, yes they are." Lynthia talked the whole way to the "forest" as she called it. She flew me down to a small park and then over to a rose garden.
"This," She gestured to the flowers, "is the forest!" To me, it seemed rather unremarkable, although It had many beautiful roses with colors of pink, red, and white. Lynthia showed me around her 'vast empire'. Just as I began inspecting a leaf-mobile, I heard a bell chime.
"The Imps are coming!" shrieked a pixie.
"Run!"
"Hide!"
" It's the Imps," cried Lynthia, "They've come." The horizon was covered with dots; small moving dots. The were getting steadily bigger, and the buzzing of their wings grew louder.
"Quickly, you must help us. They will be here soon." Lynthia pleaded with her eyes.
"I'll take care of them." I said.

I strode across the garden to where the Imps were flying. They were mean little things, with horns and axes. I grabbed one out of mid-air and looked at him closely; it couldn't have been bigger an egg. It was jerking in my hand, trying to break free. I wouldn't let go, so it bit me.
"Owww!" I cried. It felt like a bee sting, and was starting to swell.
"That hurt!" I could see the smirk on the little Imp's face as it watched me in pain. I snatched it up again, and, ignoring its demand to be put down, tossed it in my pocket.
"One down, many to go!" I picked the Imps up, one by one, and put them in my pocket. They bit and scratched, and hit me with their little axes, but I still was able to put them all in my pocket.

The Giant had gotten all but one of us. I was the last one, and I was bigger, faster, and smarter. I had seen each of my fellow warriors be captured. I was determined not to get captured by this giant. I held my axe at the ready. As the giant thing reached its hand toward me, I used evasive maneuvers, and flew around to the back of its hand. The thing may have been big, but it was slow. I took my axe and attacked the back of its hand, and a red liquid came out. I liked its rusty red color; it looked like copper. 'Copper is shiny' I thought. 'I like shiny.' I was mesmerized by it.

The Imp had cut up my hand pretty bad, but now it was just sitting there, floating in mid-air. I took advantage of the situation, grabbed the Imp, and threw him in my pocket. I walked to the other side of the rose garden and emptied my pockets of Imps. They would never be able to get to the other side of the garden in this lifetime.

I was a hero. I had saved the pixies from the Imps, and I was a hero.
"Not bad... for a human." said Lynthia, "They're gone for good, they are. We pixies thank ye. If you ever need us, just ring this." She gave me a small bell, as she smiled her warm pixie smile. "Ye must be tired, after that fight. Ye should get some rest. Why don' ye lay down on this here field, rest ye eyes a bit." I did as I was told, and laid down. The grass felt good, and the sun warm; like a soft chair and a wool blanket. As I began to fall asleep, and things began to blur, I looked up at the night sky one last time, feeling completely content. I had saved the pixies; I was a hero.

It was very cold. And damp. It felt sort of like... rain. As I opened my eyes, water fell on my face in heavy droplets. It was raining. But why could I feel the rain on my face? I looked around and soon realized that the window was open. I quickly jumped up and closed it. I could hear the sound of the rain pounding on the roof. I was in my computer chair, sitting in front of a monitor. On the screen in front of me was a blank document. It was titled 'Short Story'.

As I slowly realized where I was, I thought to myself, 'Had it all been a dream? The pixies, and the imps, and... and everything, was a dream? Had I been sleeping this whole time, when I was supposed to be writing a story?' I frowned. 'Well, I guess I should get started on this story.' As I lifted my hand, I realized there was something in it.

It was a little bell.

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I was supposed to be writing a short story for school, and wrote this as a joke. Ended up getting an A. Tell me what you think.

Thanks

~Meg