The Fairy Sickness: Chap. 1
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@MaryamRehman! Your story Tragedy is an awesome, heart-felt book that is sure to be a sucess. Keep writing, and never give up on your dreams.
Before You Read...
This is one of my first ever sci-fi books. I wrote one when I was fairly young, and I can't look back on it without cringing. We've all had those moments. I remember when I was 6, I wrote a story entitled "The Secret Key", which was about sisters Bella and Ella who were separated because of Ella's fire powers... and Bella went on a quest to save Ella. You see where this is going. It was a Frozen-like story (and I wrote the story way before the movie came out... so, they kinda sorta copied me, LOL). And a few years later, and now, I read that story, and facepalm.
"The names rhyme!" I tell myself.
And guess how long the story was.
Yes, you guessed right. I wrote 10 pages and called it a novel. BUT, I did it all in one night. Impressive for a 6-year-old, right?
Now I write 50 pages and call it half a novella, and then write 50 more page over the next week. If you compare that to my reading skills (I can usually read a 300 to 400 page long novel in a night and a 100-200 page story in an hour or two), I'm slow at writing.
Because of the lack of inspiration!
Writers' Block? Not Anymore...
I was checking out the Hub "Seven Most Horrifying Plagues in Horror Movies" when the first movie "Carriers" caught my eye. I haven't watched any of these movies, as I prefer to read rather than watch in my free time. But, I loved the concept, and planned for a while about my story using the concept. Check out the Hub- you won't be disappointed!
- Seven Most Horrifying Plagues in Horror Movies
Some of the best infection subtype Horror Movies
"Viv, what's up?" inquired Andrew, impaling his long nose in my very personal, airtight business.
I propelled myself from my golden bedroom couch and stared long and hard at my 14-year-old tussle-haired brother. His slim, white face was contorted with that excitement I had seen too often.
"The sky," I replied snappishly, "What's up with you?" I stretched and sat with him on the threshold of my bedroom door.
"I saw the fairy again," he answered breathlessly, tugging me down the steep wooden stairs into the garden. When he had zoomed me from my top-floor room to our ground-level garden like the Flash, he said in that same, breathy, slightly fearful voice, "I told him to wait here so he could meet you."
Meet me? I thought the "fairy" was fishy through and through. Andrew had been meeting him for years, but I always thought it was purely a figment of his wild imagination. Andrew had been trying to convince me, his 18-year-old graduated sister, that the "Fairy" was real and soild and not a product of Andrew's underdeveloped brain.
And now, clever Andrew had caught me off guard and dragged my body from where I could yell at him to where I could yell at the "fairy". He may be small, but he has the strength of a bull cow.
"Look," Andrew told me excitedly, pointing to the rustling rose bushes in front of us.
I glanced hard at the spot, and a middle-aged man with a dark jacket and pants emerged. My stomach flipped with unease as I stepped forward to get a closer look. He never showed his face.
"Viv Coraline," said the Fairy. He didn't look anything like a fairy: no wings, just sullen skin, and that depressing outfit that was matted and torn in places.
"You shouldn't be visiting my brother," I snarled at him viciously, "without my parents' permission. Who the hell are you, anyway?"
"The 'fairy'," answered the man mildly, "kids with problems come to me, I heal them, I support them. I give them the love they never had."
I jabbed my finger at his face. "You're trespassing on private property."
"Maybe so," replied the man cunningly, "but these kids want to be healed. They're too afraid to report me because if they do, they'll slowly die from not getting the full treatment, girl."
I stared at him and thought of Andrew, thought of the unknown condition he had.
"You tell your parents, Andrew dies. That's the rule, and if you break it, hell breaks loose, you know."
"But why are you doing this?" I shot back at the man as my mother called Andrew and I for dinner. Andrew nodded wistfully at me, and darted back inside the house. I heard him say that I would be inside shortly to my mother as the door slammed behind him.
"Your brother gave me an inch, let me give him a mile."
Regards to You, the Reader...
I am sorry this chapter is so short, but I had to stop it at a cliffhanger. The other chapters (if you contuine to read) will be longer than this one, I assure you. Comment below with your thoughts.
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Updated: Link to Chapters!
- The Fairy Sickness: Chap. 2
Chapter 2 of the Fairy Sickness. Hope you all enjoy!
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