Creative Writing Collection

[Upadted] Little Ones

The morning breeze hovered about grassy plains and wide expansions of flowers, like a mother gently awakening her weary children. Bright sunlight peeked through stubborn clouds, rays of golden light slicing through them, the air having a soft chill to it. Dawn.

       Bluebells, snapdragons, daffodils, periwinkles, orchids, roses; a spectrum of flowers seen as far as the eye can see. Their petals, pinched together before, began to unfurl and open wide, drinking in sunlight. And from them, little pixie persons flew out from them. Some stayed back, stretching and sitting on the petals, greeting the day with a miniature smile.

       Oyvind was the first out, perched on the stem of his flower (a bluebell), letting his wings warm up and let the blood flow regain itself. The little blue creature ran a hand through his long hair, a hue of the darkest blue that was nearly perceived as black. The other bluebell dwellers quickly awoke, as it was in their rambunctious nature to start the day early; more time for fun and games while still getting work done before it became too late.

       The last of the pixies to awaken were the roses, whom woke up later though were quite diligent in their work. Leas was the very last one of the bountiful clad to awaken — his rose has been the last to bloom. Shaking his head to rid himself of sleep, his short hair bobbed about him before settling, magenta wings stretching out. The little pink skinned creature yawned widely, though his mouth quickly shut when something had fluttered inside, eyes wide to the offender. It was Oyvind, who grinned mischievously — he had stuck a finger into the gaping maw.

       Leas frowned lightly and set off, like a child determinedly running after a friend to get even, blue and red streaming behind the two pixies as they flew off. The bluebell pixie laughed with a shake of his head, his delicate feet just gracing over the petals he bounded over. His wings would flutter once in a while to help reach over longer jumps, but preferred not to use them otherwise. Leas, on the other hand, shot forth to block the other’s path, zipping about to foil any plans of escape, Oyvind unable to go anywhere.

       With an unamused look, he raised his hand in surrender.

       The rose pixie waged a finger as he scolded the bluebell. He shrugged and a slight blush crept into his cheeks, the skin tinting a light purple. Lease pushed his shoulder lightheartedly, Oyvind smirking just the slightest as he let his foot slip on the petal he currently stood on, taking a hold of the rose’s forearm to drag him along to the soft ground.

       It was moist, and mud lightly hung onto their skin and wings, miniature streams of water shifting their way through the soil.

[i may or may not be continuing this, depdending if the owner of character Leas would like me to contimue. if not, then... i might continue anyways xD ideas/thougnts on what should happen?]