tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85556593714052786232011-07-08T10:58:48.000-07:00Not long ago, there was a 10 year old fairy princess named Aerya (pronounced 'air-a') who was caught in the human world in Frederick, Maryland. The first person she met was a 10 year old girl named Fiona. Aerya came to live with Fiona and her dad, and the two girls had many adventures. These stories record some of their time together.Fiona and Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078391933396011476noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8555659371405278623.post-64769782273655402502009-07-13T20:21:00.000-07:002009-07-14T11:42:34.689-07:00

It was a fall day with the air filled with candy store sparkle, so clear, crisp, and perfectly cool it was as if the world was a picture, and every detail freshened with new color. Sun light sailed through the air, skated across store windows, tagged everyone with a happy sign, and then splashed into pools that swirled on the sidewalk, leaking into the shadows, and playfully flashing when it saw

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It was dark when they got to the pet store which was still open. The lady with the white hair and blue eyes was still there, though Merlin was not perched on her head. While Dad explained that they wanted to buy a pet rat, and all the suggested accessories to go with it, Fiona wondered if the bird ever pooped when sitting on the lady’s head. Aerya stood by Rumple Dumple’s cage, whispering to the

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A short time later, Dad came in, holding the book on rat care. “Fiona, I’ve been reading about what happens if your pet gets out. Apparently, a lot of rats will find that they can open the door and they get away. The thing to do is to put their cage on the floor, and put some really tasty snacks in a trail back -” Dad stopped talking, seeing Fiona lying crumpled across the bed like a deflated

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“Fiona?” It was Aerya, wearing a pair of pink overalls with a long sleeve, light blue knit shirt with butterflies. The overalls were too short for Aeyra, and when she saw them, Fiona always felt a little embarrassed for her friend in wearing them. Why, she asked once, do you want to wear high water pants? Because it is easier to see the bunnies, said Aerya. She was referring to the slippers that

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It was a little less than an hour later when Fiona finished the last story, and wondered about Aerya. It was awfully quiet. Except when she was asleep, Aerya wasn’t usually this quiet. In fact, she could be a real pest at times. Now she was as quiet as a melting ice cream cone, alone with the ‘good scissors’ and sewing needles. Fiona’s eyes got wide as she said to herself, ‘oh no!’She dashed down

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Aerya had made new curtains for Fiona’s room. The jigsaw puzzle pieces were reconnected in an intricate mosaic. The new curtains were many layered, made from the old curtains, and the sheet. These individual pieces of fabric were different too; Aerya had used the sewing needle to push the threads in the fabric into different patterns. Light came through brighter in some areas, darker in others,

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The rain tap danced on the roof, and skittered along the window. It muttered in the gutters on the way to the downspout, where it splashed out, glad to be free. It fell on the grass and was immediately soaked up by the ground, which ended the happy dancing of the rain. Except that more drops fell, and made the house hum like it was tasted by a thousand strawberry-sized woodpeckers.Supper was over

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Aerya’s eyes looked around the room as she thought. She clicked her front teeth with a finger nail that had lost half of its polish. Fiona waited, watching Aerya.“Alright, I’m ready.”“Okay!” Fiona crossed her legs, and scooted a little to face Aerya.“Everyone has a bed. I mean, that's why we call it a bedroom, right? We usually think that we are safe in the bedroom, and especially safe in the bed

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“You mean, Evil Ed isn’t real?”“No! That’s the point of a scary story - oh, never mind! Aerya, we have to do something about this. Tell me, how do we kill it?”“That’s not easy -”“I don’t care! Just tell me, how do we get rid of this thing? Oh man, if Dad finds out, he’s going to kill me!”“Well, according to what I know, there is just one way to destroy a Globkin.”“And that would be?” asked Fiona,

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The stars were glittering points in the faintly glowing sky. Trees ringed the clearing, making a giant port hole to view the night sky. Silent as a passing cloud, mysterious shapes flew through the air, fantastic creatures written in legends moved in complex patterns. They were like living wheels in a giant’s clockwork show. From the ground, shining eyes watched the beautiful ballet, taking in

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The next day, Fiona could hardly keep her mind on school. There were two questions she knew the answers to in math class, except she was too distracted to raise her hand. At lunch, Aerya put a whole plum in her mouth, and then pulled out the skin. This amazed the other kids who wondered how she managed to peel it with her tongue. Fiona was preoccupied and not the least bit embarrassed by her

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“Wow,” said Fiona in a hoarse voice.“Wait, it’s not done yet.” whispered Aerya.The remaining male hovered another few moments, then it howled in despair. It was the sound of sadness as profound as the earth itself. The cry seemed to soak into the trees, into the ground, and saturate the air with the feeling. Fiona felt tears in her own eyes for the heart broken dragon. It flew upward in a spiral,

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“Alright girls, let’s get going,” said Dad at the door.They were driving to Gaithersburg for a game of miniature golf at the Funland Center. It would be the first time the fairy princess ever played miniature golf, and only Fiona’s fifth time. Fiona had described it as ‘a game where you take a club and hit a ball into the hole’ which puzzled Aerya. Back in the fairy world, she only thought of a

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She got through social studies with just one more blunder. Ms. L asked Fiona a question, and Fiona answered and was sure she was right. Ms. L got a look on her face where she pressed her lips together and squinted her eyes. It was the kind of look a kangaroo might get when asked to identify a bowl of jello. It turned out that Fiona’s answer was correct. The problem was, it answered a question Ms.

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Thank you for coming here to enjoy these adventures!About these storiesThese are stories about a 10 year old girl named Fiona, who lives in Frederick, Maryland with her dad. A 10 year old fairy princess, named Aerya (pronounced 'air-a') ends up in the human world, and comes to live with Fiona and her dad. The stories at this blog are short stories telling adventures the two girls have together.

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