Random Crap

A Trip Down To Earth

This piece was written in a time span of 45minutes for a school writing test. Our prompt was a photo (a photo I don't have) and we had to come up with a narrative. This is what I managed to write. Word count: 940.

A TRIP DOWN TO EARTH

I was looking out my window at the perfect land below me, nerves flowing through my body as I thought about how beautiful my bride will. I can't believe the big day is finally here! I ran my hand through my hair nervously but stopped when the door to my dressing room came crashing open with a dramatic puff of smoke. I rolled my eyes. Here we go again. In-laws, am I right?

"Mr McFiggins!" A raspy voice spoke. A hunched figure limped over to me. "You shall not marry my daughter! You hear me?! In fact, you will never see her again!"

I looked at her, confused. "Mother Ingrid, whatever do you mean?"

She cackled. "You'll see."

​Bang! Crash! Pop!

Smoke surrounded me, and a weird spinning sensation came over my body. I lifted higher and higher into the crystal-clear sky. Then, with another Bang! Crash! Pop! I landed on the ground.

Right into a mud heap.

I swore under my breath as I realised the mud wasn't coming off my new wedding cloak. I groaned and stood up, addressing the muddy situation I was now in. I looked around. This looked nothing like Dizzy Heights. There were people shouting rude things at one-another, rain falling heavily from the sky and everyone was covered in mud. This looked like something out of one of the pitiful stories my father used to tell me when I was younger about an awful place called Earth. My father had told me that Earth was full of obnoxious people and everyone (especially American's) always thought that they were right. I shook my head at the ridiculous thought. I can't be on Earth, it's just a myth that parents told their kids about to scare them into staying in Dizzy Heights.

I decided to make the most of this new situation, just like my papà taught me to do. I approached the first person I saw, an older woman with a bob-like haircut dressed only in mis-matched animal print. "Hello there ma'am, I was wondering if you could tell me where I am? You see, I'm trying to get back to Dizzy Heights but it seems I have lost my way." She just looked at me like I was gum on the bottom of her shoe and turned back to her cocktail glass.

"Rude," I muttered under my breath. As I went looking to ask someone else, a pair of emerald green eyes pierced into my own. They looked awfully familiar but I couldn't quite place my finger on it, so I shrugged it off and approached a strong, burly man with froth on the top of his lip.

"Hello good sir, do you mind telling me where I am? I come from a land called Dizzy Heights and I was wondering if you could help me get back?" I asked in my most polite voice. He chuckled and clapped my back. Hard. I winced at the contact. "Ah, I'm sorry mate but I can't help you. I ran out of drugs myself." With that, he walked away and started talking to some people who looked half asleep.

I walked away confused. Drugs? What are drugs? I thought to myself. I found a stall that was selling cotton candy, a rare delicacy in Dizzy Heights. Just as I was about to order the most colourful one they've got, I saw those piercing green eyes again. I turned back to the cotton man, payed for my treat, and walked up to the green-eyed man.

"Excuse me sir, I might be a bit confused, but do I know you?" I asked him, taking a bite from my cotton candy. He gave me a sly smile.

"I am Ollivander the Great, and you are Henry McFiggins from Dizzy Heights!" The old man announced grandly.

"I know who I am!" I said defensively. Who was this man to tell me who I am?

He chuckled quietly. "Of course, of course you do. My, Mr McFiggins, aren't you supposed to be in Dizzy Heights at your own wedding?! What are you doing down here?!"

I chuckled and looked up at the dreary sky. I sighed heavily. "In-laws. Mother Ingrid, my bride-to-be's mother, didn't want me marrying her daughter so she banished me down to... wherever this place is."

"Mr McFiggins, that sounds like a mighty big problem. You see, I can help you, but only if you give me something in return." He said, licking his lips while gesturing to the rainbow cotton candy in my hand.

"But I paid for this..." I whined.

"Don't you want to get back home and marry that girl?!" Ollivander said sharply, putting a wrinkly hand on mine.

I shuddered brushed off his hand. It felt like he left some kind of old man residue. With a little bit of thought, I reluctantly gave him the cotton candy. "You better get me back home." I said pointedly.

"Why yes, of course! A promise is a promise." With a wink of his emerald green eyes he snapped his fingers.

​Bang! Crash! Pop!

I was back in my chambers and looking out at the perfect place that is Dizzy Heights. An emerald green frog sat on a nearby tree outside my window. I smiled slightly and put on a new, clean coat. I hurriedly rushed downstairs to the wedding venue and was met with the most stunning bride ever.

A rainbow stretched across the sky and everything was perfect. But that trip to Earth made me realise that not everything needs to be perfect. Even rainbows need rain to exist.