Loss and Feet

Time to write!

So, yesterday I moved out of one apartment and into another and then had a movie party and didn't post my writing exercise cause I'm silly. So I will post days 2 and 3 right here. :)

Day 2: Tell about a character who lost something important to him/her.

Lila didn't know what to do. There was no way to escape. No fairy, not even the most powerful or important fairy, could fly with only one wing. Her shoulder ached. The skin was raw from where the wing had been pulled out by the cruel little boy, who thought he was just catching a little person butterfly.

She wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go in the glass mason jar. Besides, every time she stood up she nearly fell over, being so off balance.

Lila knew there really wasn't anyway she could get out of this on her own. She wasn't strong enough physically in her current state, and everyone - especially the fairy council - knew her magic would never be able to save her in a situation like this.

While Lila was a perfectly nice fairy, and looked the part of the proper little pixie, the only spell she'd ever been able to manage was collecting the dew and directing the water. How on earth that was uesful, Lila could hardly imagine. It hadn't done much for her in the last one hundred years or so.

Day 3: Tell about someone putting their foot in their mouth.

"What do you mean Jenna's kids are going to be ugly?" Vivian said, hands on her hips.

Jason had thought his critique of a less popular girl would impress the queen bee.  As she glared at him with expertly lined eyes, Jason found himself stammering.

"Ha ha...you just...just like...she's not, um, really...you know. All that attractive. And so, um...ha ha. Genetically?" Jason didn't know how this 5 foot 3 girl could make him feel so tiny and powerless. Maybe it was the 3 inch stilettos, that seemed a little out of place in the red and gray linoleum halls of West Chapel High, but which no one would every comment on as long as they were on the size four, narrow feet of Vivian Mason.

"Jenna is my cousin." Vivian said. "Our mom's are twins. We have the same genetics."

Jason could do nothing but try to duck his head to hide the embarrassed redness on his cheeks as Vivian shook her head, making her chocolate brown curls bounce, and stalked down the hall.

Yes, I did really want to write about someone physically putting their foot in their mouth but I saved my immense humor for another time.