I'm just mucking around here really, but if you want to write comments then that's cool. Would like to know what you think actually!



My fairy watches over me as I sleep. The silver fairy that hangs around my neck, protecting the heart that it hovers over. I feel safe when she is there, as though no harm can come to me. It fills my dreams with pleasent thoughts and I sail away to distant lands from where she comes from. My delicate footprints in the sand leading up to the small wicker hanging where she once resided, before she came to be my guardian.

I tip toe towards her home, and as we both stand outside her window, we see an old woman, sitting in the corner, sewing a young fairy child's wing, which I later found out she caught on a thorn when playing in the rose bush that her mother had countless times told her not to do. This was my fairies family.