"Shhh," I whispered. "It's going to be ok. Don't you worry." I pressed my face closer to the glass jar, scooting farther back into a corner, mumbling reassurance, partly for myself, partly for Tina. Tina was frantically flying every direction, looking around for danger and threat. I slowed down my breathing, clearing my mind and focusing on my senses. They weren't near. After the little fairy calmed down, she sat on the lump of grass and dirt I had put in the jar put in it for her. Through the air holes poked in the top of the jar, I could hear her faint, labored breathing. After a while of silence, the little fairy turned her head up at me and faintly said, "who are you?" I leaned in closer and made her say it again. Her voice, small and fragile, sounded like a leaf softly landing on the floor. Just barely a whisper, but i'm sure when there are many together they could make themselves be heard. I laid back, examining the sky looking at the stars, wondering. After a bit, I answered, in a whisper, "my name is Stella."
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Starters 2017
RandomThis is a big collection of little short stories inspired by pictures. I had to do them for school, and I thought it might be nice to put them here.
