The wind blew in her face. The lights bright in her eyes. New York alive and loud.
Pixie flew throught the streets, through Times Square, and past the Empire State Building. She searched and searched until she found a closed gas station.
She snuck in and found the gas tank entrance. Oddly enough, it was unlocked. She flew in. It smelled awful! She almost through up! She opened up a large bag and filled it with the gasoline. She flew out.
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"Here!" Pixie threw the bag at the figure in disgust, "That stuff has a terrible odor!"
"Thank you!" The figure said and disappeared.
Pixie walked ober to a window and looked out. All the BlackOnes where gone!
She flew down to the shelter and let the others know.
Little did she know, the BlackOnes would return, stronger, powered on gasoline.
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The Sprinkles
FantasyPixie is a sprinkle. Sprinkles help children of the world sleep with good dreams. The children don't know that they are there, but they are. One day along the way of granting her child's dreams, Pixie sees something that she has never seen before. S...
