As the sun rose, it turned the clouds pink, it even awoke the trees. They yawned and shook their branches. Everywhere,everything was waking. The world was ablaze with colour, flowers were blooming,unfolding their petals after the nights slumber, and, out of each one of them stumbled a fairy, which rubbed their eyes sleepily and stretched their wings out behind them before flying off. They didn't just live in the flowers, you know, the fairies also lived in the maple trees of the forest, the non magical trees. Each trunk was covered in tiny doorways, all at different levels and each one had its very own porch. At the heart of the forest stood a castle, the fairies called it Castle Tree, yet, made out of stone and big enough for a fairy queen the size of a human, it was hardly a tree at all. Unicorns roamed the forest and helped the fairies daily. The rising sun hadn't turned the clouds pink; they were in fact pink and this place was full of magic.
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Short Story[In Edit] Summer train journey's. What better inspiration for a collection of shorts stories. The concept for this book was birthed on a train but has continued to flourish long after the train left the tracks. From April to September 2016 I had to...
