women*'s day
2 jobs - too tired
but today a tutu too
#haiku #fantaiku #scifaiku
#senryusunday #haikufeels #tear
#hbp123 #overworked
#2wordprompt #break #cry #fly
#vsspoem #cope
#blueskyrelay #arcane #goddess
#vssdaily #sister #dance #tutu
#inkmine #effervescent
#haikuchallenge #fete
#women'sday 😘
On Hedonia XI assorted faerie folk lament the cancelled Peach Schnapps & the Poltergeists show.
Gynleth the Condescending to the band:
Perhaps if you lay off the LSD-laced anal beads
Peach: Never!
Gynleth: you'd actually be the "greatest" pan-galactic punk band in all of Tim, time and space
#hbp123
Had one just the other day
Who came to my page
with much to say
A condescending bee she was
Who thought I’d like the buzz
Of uninvited ‘advice’
From an uninvited guest
I politely but firmly
Stopped the pest
I knew that it worked
To swat the bee
She read my reply
And then she blocked me
😂⬇️ 🐝 #hbp123
Waking, I shook my head at the odd being afore me. “I...uh...a #bomb went off and...”
With a toplofty sneer, she preened her wings. "An #interim ruse. 'Tis a FairyBlueᵀᴹ photo #theme: Shockwave, Then Save! Now 𝑆𝑀𝐼𝐿𝐸, you oaf.”
Her phone’s camera clicked.
#hbp123 #vssdaily #vss365 #vsscreative
“Oh, you poor thing,” the fairy sighed, wings fluttering as she perched on the bar. “Struggling so hard.”
I gritted my teeth. “I’m in the middle of a set.”
With a flick of her wrist, the weights lifted effortlessly.
“There. All done! No need to strain yourself.”
#hbp123
#hbp121 #hbp122 #hbp123
2/2
“You don’t know? Figures. Still, I can’t have you dying here,” Tink sighed. She dove in and emerged with a string of beads with a ring at one end. “This will draw out the poison.”
I went to put it in my mouth but she slapped it away, smirking. “Not that end. Bend over.”
#hbp121 #hbp122 #hbp123 1/2
I followed Tink through the waterfall. Behind it, a pool ending at a glass beach—or so it seemed.
“There. Magic beads.” Tink said, rolling her eyes.
Somehow I was still dry—and still poisoned. And there were millions of beads.
“…which…ones?”
Vivian, Greg’s patronizing fairy, saved him from raccoons, buses, and himself. “Gregory, must I do everything?” she sighed, yanking him from traffic. Then, one day, she wasn’t there—but he survived. A shimmer lingered. “Wait, am I fixed?” Silence. Then, faintly—“Ugh. Don’t make it weird.”
#hbp123
"Pressing flowers is a child's hobby."
The girl waved a hand, warding off the buzzing wings, the bothersome advice.
The fairy landed between pages, above a pansy the girl had positioned. "You should have stopped when I took your last tooth."
*SNAP* went the book, & tiny Lilli was no more. #hbp123
"You know, I quite prefer what you were before you became a human being," he said in a wistful tone of voice. His gaze slowly roamed over her face before continuing, "A beautiful but patronizing fairy with a saviour complex who also enraptured that ancient troublesome priest as well."
#hbp123
“Help! Help! Hel—Oh, no, not you,” my cries dwindled to a groan when I realized who was responding to them.
Libra looked down at me from the cliff’s edge and clicked her tongue. I forced myself to smile.
“You are so lucky I heard you before General Ash did,” she said. I had to disagree. #hbp123
Hobbs watched as Peck mocked him from across the room, from above the torturer's head.
It was already humiliating being chained up in this manor's dank cellar, let alone having an inchling "toldyousoing" with the killer in the room.
Hobbs sighed, "save me, oh great one."
Peck looked unhappy.
#hbp123
I fell down in London and again in Amsterdam. The souls in my pockets were getting heavy. "I can help you," the fairy said when I fell again in Rome. "You're not caring for them properly. Give them to me and set yourself free." She pesters me, choosing not to see that this is my freedom.
#hbp123
"Esmerelda, WHAT are you doing?"
"What does it look like, you underbaked pumpkin pudding?"
Why all the food? Is there a party?"
"A tasting party- all savory dishes."
"Aren't you supposed to be rescuing someone?"
*gasp* "Oh! The text said 'savior', NOT 'savory'?"
#hbp123 #writing #prompt
I may have never wanted to grow up but didn’t know it would come at this cost - this damn Tinkerbell is making me reconsider…
#hbp123
Known from her youth – but never to herself – as Stinkerbell, because of her monastic attitude to hygiene, Leoptoria awaited the sunset with childlike glee, a mood exacerbated by deliberately impaling her wings on the thorns of a rose bush.
'Apparently forsaken then,' said a spider.
#hbp123 #vss
She cradled the dying ember of a cursed prince,
her fairy hands weaving silver runes to ‘rescue’ him.
The magic held—for a moment—before unraveling.
She sighed, ever the martyr.
“Mortals,” she whispered.
“So fragile, so undeserving of my gifts.”
#hbp123 #amwriting #writingCommunity #storytelling
Jill was stuck in quicksand up to her neck when a fairy hovered over her.
“Aw,” said the fairy, “poor thing. You’re stuck. But I’m here to save the day!”
#hbp123
Painting: John Atkinson Grimshaw - Spirit of the Night. Source: John Atkinson Grimshaw, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
Character: A patronizing fairy with a savior complex. #hbp123
