Preface

Disney got it wrong. Faeries aren't those playful creatures giggling at everything. They drink blood, murder innocent people, and actually reach past 5 feet tall. Rose is one of them. An introduction

       My name is Rose, and I grew my wings on the 31st of October. It was at my Auntie Berri's house, and I was reading while I overheard my parents arguing in the other room. I had my IPod blasting in my ears, trying to tune them out. Suddenly, I felt a  prick in my back. That prick turned into a small soreness, then a large pain. Then it was unbearable, I gasped from the way my whole back started hurting in less than three seconds. I yelled out for help, and my parents rushed in immediatly. My father stood there, frozen from shock. I wondered what bothered him.

    "Oh, no. I had hoped this day would never come." my mother said. What day? I thought. What was going on? I didn't have time to ponder. I felt liquid oozing out of my shoulder blade. Then another sharp pain. I felt...something attatched to me. I could feel it connected to my skin, my self. I could move them. But what are they? I rushed to the mirror, and two red things sprouted in my back. They looked like wings.

 

Author's Note

This is only the beginning, more to come. Please review, it helps me a lot.

Reviews

[WriterSki7]

Love to, provided there's something to review. Not really enough here to see anything wrong with your writing. I give you an S for Short . . . and a C for Creativity. Evil five-foot-tall vampire-fairies . . . sheer bliss.