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Write about a mischievous pixie or trickster god.

Posted in Kids on Nov 1, 2022

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Samill the Trickster

Winner of Contest #87 🏆

I’m not sure how long it was before I realized that the shuttle train never stopped, probably about the time it dawned on me that the people who had gotten on with me were gone. The train is supposed to run from Grand Central to Times Square, one stop, five minutes at the absolute most. But it had been… how long had it been? I don’t know, I was reading my book. I can space out pretty bad sometimes. Family lore has it that I slept right through a freak tornado that ripped off our roof. But the bluish fluorescent lights on the train flickered ...

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Goddess of Chaos

Submitted to Contest #87

What better way to beat the endless boredom of immortality than watching women fight over who is the most beautiful? Eris had always found ways to amuse herself, usually sending her minions to antagonize the sons of men, but watching Athena, Aphrodite, and Hera go at it was exceptionally wicked fun. Each one of those primadonnas had egos bigger than Mount Olympus itself, and hearing them vie for Eris’ prize was sheer megalomania on parade! Their bickering over beauty was as unseemly as a pack of satyrs bragging about their virility—thos...

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The Wrath of Aphrodite

Submitted to Contest #87

Mother doesn’t like it when you say, “Only fools fall in love.” She thinks it’s a challenge. From our home up on Mount Olympus, she keeps track of you hopeless romantics, the heartbroken pessimists, the in-between cynics terrified of finding that “special someone”—whatever that means. If there was ever an era in which Aphrodite reigned supreme, this is it right here. Every book, every film, every song is made for her and she revels in it. Sometimes, I’m mentioned too, by my Roman name: Cupid. You blame me for shooting my arrows at you, ...

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Now Reap What I sow

Submitted to Contest #87

Under the cover of darkness, discord approached the lively, bustling wedding, swooping into the palace. The grand golden doors leading to the wedding hall slammed open, and Eris, goddess of Discord entered, her mouth arranged in a sinister smile.The room fell silent, hushed guests turning to stare at the masked intruder.Ares smirked over his goblet, satisfied at being proven right. Poseidon grumbled, pushing gold coins into Ares' outstretched hand. To be honest, Ares pitied the couple, knowing Eris never ignored an insult.Aphrodite tittered ...

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Meek Maverick

Shortlisted for Contest #87 ⭐️

“Did you hear? Maverick is in charge of the pranks for tomorrow.”“Meek Maverick? You can’t be serious.”Maverick frowned as his fellow trickster gods walked past, relieved they couldn’t see him. His body was well hidden under the office table. The office was a state, as always. Stacks of paper towered to the patchwork ceiling, and there were pens everywhere, completely hiding him. Maverick had never been more grateful he worked in the department of chaos, even if his fellow tricksters viewed him as nothing more than a joke.It wasn’t Maverick’...

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Fools

Submitted to Contest #87

“Do I sit here? Oh, here, alright. Yeah, I’m ready. I just answer your questions? Okay, what-Live? Oh!” The lady gave a strained smile at the god, before turning to the camera and giving a grin. Her black hair was up in a fantastic updo that swirled on top of her head. Her makeup was perfect, and she was wearing a neat white blouse and blue skirt. “Hello, and welcome back to Talking to the Forgotten! I’m your host, Ms. Inta DaVoid!” The crowd cheered and clapped. When they quieted down, Void continued. “Today, we’ll be talking to a forgotten...

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Wicked Delights

Submitted to Contest #87

It was the snow that froze not just the soil, but all movement and echos. The seven-year-old cooed as a midnight snowflake landed on her tongue. I on the other hand, frowned. Flurries attacking my eyes was not so much fun as an adult. People actually expected me to be able to see.I glanced down at the vibrating ball of energy, ready to remind her about those eyes I was supposed to be using.Wrong move.The kid jerked my arm to the side, making it click and sputter as it tried to remain in its socket. I hopped forward to keep my limb attached, ...

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Mr. Black Rose

Submitted to Contest #87

Detective Tina Monroe saw the rose sitting on the dead woman’s chest. The musky scent of the killer’s cologne fermented the air. It seemed morbid, but Tina admired how the killer painted the prostitute’s body with her own blood. The delicate rose that he laid between her bare boobs was the finishing touch.Tina could tell that the killer used a switchblade to carve into the prostitute’s torso. They were clean and precise incisions.“So what are we looking at?” Police Chief Danny White asked Tina. He kneeled over the dead woman with a lit cigar...

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The Tale of Sly Hedrek

Submitted to Contest #87

Bricriu, king of the Kernow Fae, stood by as the door to the cairn was opened. He was accompanied by his wife Keary, Malvin his royal advisor, six members of the royal guard, and four torchbearers. Once the cairn was open, the group made their way down a long, winding staircase.Each measuring exactly six feet in height, the fairies all had elegantly quaffed hair that shone in the low light of the torch lit cairn. Each was anxious about the task before them, yet they moved gracefully down the steps. Serious expressions darkened their austere ...

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The Imperium Stone

Submitted to Contest #87

Amelia had been looking through the window for about an hour now. The environment that had been bright and lively a moment ago had drastically changed into a gloomy and dull environment as if it was about to rain. People were hurriedly walking towards their destinations and some even had their umbrellas out as if they were expecting the downpour anytime soon. A downpour on April 1st? When the spring had just begun? Maybe the sky was playing a trick, an April fool's trick, on them. Amelia got her eyes away from the window and looked in the ...

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Throne of Mirrors

Submitted to Contest #87

Beware, ye wise, the mirror-glass faeThe trickster vain and cruelHe hides ‘twixt glass and dark and dayTo seek and catch the foolSomewhere in dusk and dying light,The mirror fae lurks and waitsHis smile is bright as stars a-flightHis glass-gaze ne’er abatesTake care that ye not stare too deepOr at the mirror lingerHe there awaits new souls to reapAnd wear upon his fingersThose ringéd fingers, shadow-thinWould scarcely hesitateTo grasp at ye, rend soul from skinAnd bind ye to his fate***Three of the children of Lyhre walked the dusty streets,...

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Shoes

Submitted to Contest #87

In the town of Dartmoor England lived a young shoemaker Patrick. He worked diligently on his families legacy to be the best shoemaker of all times. He had his heart set on marrying a young lass named Alane.To impress Alane he worked on making her the best shoes possible. The leather was as soft as her touch and would keep her feet warm like her personality. He found the perfect blue dye to make bows that would match her eyes. The morning came for him to present his shoes and ask her hand in marriage. When he got to his work bench he found th...

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Does an opportunistic fairy count?

Submitted to Contest #87

She’d only been so old when her family lost their standing. What luck it was that she had been of age. At least that's what her father thought, as he held the papers of a contract in his hand. There was fine artifice of wealth in the chapel, courtesy of a more affluent uncle. For a soft and foreign moment the world smelled of rosewater. Whether he was a fine man or not, was not her family’s concern.  As the dowry had been paid.  So in her husband’s house she was set adrift, a mite too new in a villa more castle then home. With a ...

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Sleight of Paw

Submitted to Contest #87

There were a lot of things Mateo Alejo did not like, including but not limited to vegetables, cloudy days, sitting still, and the color blue. Not necessarily in that order.The List hadn’t changed in a while, since he had enjoyed every minute of second grade since it had started. But today, he decided he would add another entry to the List: spelling quizzes. He hated them. Especially when he didn’t pass. Especially when his dad sounded this disappointed as he tried to teach Mateo how to pass but it wasn’t working.“Stop staring out the window,...

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Eris and the Golden Apple of Discord

Submitted to Contest #87

Eris walked in her garden and sat motionless under a tree, unable to stand or walk further. Her long blonde hair fell like a warm embrace on her cold shoulders. A tear rolled down her pale cheek, glittered like a diamond and then disappeared, leaving a shining trail behind it, evidence of its existence.She was used to being ignored or despised, anyway. She tried and tried to be on friendly terms with the other Olympians, but to no avail. Her reputation as the goddess of strife and discord preceded her every time. Eris couldn’t comprehend tho...

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