This week’s #blogbattle word prompt is tango. This is run by Rachael Ritchey over on her blog Writing Rachael Ritchey. I encourage you to check out her blog, and this challenge.
1.1000 words max
2.fictional tale (or true if you really want)
3.PG (no more than PG-13) Content – let’s keep this family friendly!
4.Your story must contain the word(s) from the theme and/or be centered around the theme in a way that shows it is clearly related
5.Go for the entertainment value!
6.State the Genre of your story at the top of your post.
7.Post your story on Tuesday, by 11:59 PM PST
8.Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting your story, put a link back to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section of this page, and/or include a link to this page in your own blog post (it creates a “ping-back” which will alert me and our friends to your #BlogBattle post)
My genre: Fantasy
Here’s my entry for this week:
Winter couldn’t sleep. No matter how she tried. All she could do was stare at the ceiling, at the small roots and branches that wove their way through the earth above her. Her mind raced along them, wondering where they came from and led to.
After going round the same set of thoughts three times she decided enough was enough and sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. And stared at the floor instead.
Before she could start down the same track, she got up and left her room. She crept past Birch’s, and made her way to the central area, where the streams trickled into the walled pool. She sat down on the wall and looked at her reflection in the water. It danced with the lights that shone from up above. Usually, she took her reflection for granted, but tonight she wondered who she was really looking at. For some reason, she didn’t feel she was looking at the same fairy anymore. There was something different about her – not in a physical way, but something in her eyes, in the way she held her head….
Then she told herself not to be silly, shook her head, and looked away.
And caught a glimpse of something.
Something darting down one of the passageways.
Curiosity wouldn’t let her rest. She got up and ran after the something. She followed it down a passageway to the right, every now and again catching hints of wings or slippered feet.
A muttered, “Damn,” came to her through the darkness.
Winter stopped round a corner and found herself ace to face with a young girl fairy at the end of the passageway. She had nowhere left to run.
She was a small one, not as tall even as Winter, with orange hair, and freckles lining her nose and cheeks. Shes stared up at Winter with a sullen look and folded arms. A look that Winter very much recognised.
“Who are you?” Winter asked.
The girl stared at her, silent.
“It’s a secret?” Winter asked.
More sullen silence.
“Do you want to stand here all night?”
“Then tell me who you are. You won’t be in trouble, I promise not to tell.” Winter smiled, and hoped it was reassuring.
The fairy girl sighed. “Okay, it’s Tango. And don’t laugh. I know it’s just some stupid made up name that my parents dreamed up. But I can’t help that. It’s my name.” She didn’t look happy about it either.
Winter didn’t laugh. She actually thought the name was pretty. And she could have sworn she’d heard the word somewhere before. Maybe something Layla had mentioned…
“It’s a nice name,” she said. “So why are you running about at night? And why run away from me?”
A frustrated sigh. “Because I’m not supposed to be out. I didn’t want to get caught and get into trouble.
Winter smiled inside. She remembered those days of sneaking out of her bedroom and being out when her parents said she shouldn’t be.
“It’s okay,” she said and offered Tango her hand. “Why don’t we go to my room and sit and talk?”
Tango looked hesitant, but took her hand anyway. They started to walk as she said, “What if they catch you with me?”
“I’ll explain. Take the blame. I don’t mind. Besides, you’re young. You’re allowed to make mistakes.”
Tango grimaced. “You do know that when I said I’m not allowed out I meant at all right?”
Winter stopped walking and stared. “What? Why?”
“Because of this.” She pointed to one of the little streams and water moved, spinning a loop in the air. “My parents think it’s safer if I’m inside. They’re afraid I’ll be blamed for the curse if everyone knows.”
Curse? There was a curse?