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Write about a mischievous pixie or trickster god.

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✍️ 205 stories

Fool Me Twice

Submitted to Contest #87

It was dark inside the coffin. Johnny stretched up his fingers, letting them drag against the carved wood. It was not Mr. Rushveld’s best work. He’d certainly lain in smoother pieces, so perhaps this one wasn’t quite finished yet. Pine filled his nostrils as he took great, shuddering breaths, trying to tame the pounding in his heart. His side hurt and his left eye was swollen shut. The sounds of the street outside came to him dull and muted, as though he were submerged in water. The rattling of carriages, people shouting halloos and beeps ...

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An Unexpected Guest

Submitted to Contest #87

Eris found out through Facebook. She had been mindlessly scrolling through the app, trying to determine how many friends had blocked her. And there, after ten minutes of scrolling, was the post on Thetis’s wall: “Seven days away, I can’t believe it! So excited to see you and Peleus start your forever together. Love, Aphrodite.” Eris stared at the words, clenching her teeth. Aphrodite, goddess of idiocy, more like.  She clicked through to see who had “Liked” it; among the names were Athena and Hera.  Hera. Eris’s own mothe...

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Please, Say the Lord's Name in Vain

Submitted to Contest #87

CW: A cavalier and irreverent attitude towards religion."In the old days, before you were a gleam several times removed in your great-great-great-great-grandfather’s eye, I was a God with a capital G--" I began, slipping into the diner booth across from an elderly looking man wearing a scruffy baseball cap."Excuse me, sonny boy. Who are you calling old?""Don't interrupt," I warned, with a sharp glare that turned him to stone. "Where was I? Right. The receiver of prayers and offerings, the envy of my brethren. On a given Tuesday, I might get ...

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Patron Saint Mickey

Submitted to Contest #87

One. It was the most appropriate place to start anything, he figured. The loneliest number, not that he minded being alone. He struck the match and watched the red and black end spark to life. He inhaled deeply, taking pleasure in the chemical tinge of the first smoke. The flame swayed in the draft of the small front room in which he sat, as he did every Saturday evening at seven o’clock sharp, the television tuned to channel Four WZRY. Outside his window the wind whipped the branches of the big oak tree. He held his hand around the flame an...

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Thereby Hangs A Tail

Submitted to Contest #87

There was once a boy called Billy Nutbeam who lived with his mother and father in a small cottage near a dense forest. His father worked at a nearby farm. Billy accompanied him to see the young calves and the new yellow chicks.But animals and birds didn’t like Billy. He always pulled their tails. He just did it to tease them, and they hated it. It frightened them. Billy didn’t care, and he just went on pulling them.Billy pulled the tail of Whiskers, his mother’s cat, and often caught hold of the long, shaggy tail of Bingo, his father’s old d...

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Fallibility

Submitted to Contest #87

If you were to ask me who I am, I would be inclined to lead you astray. Not necessarily for the sake of maleficence, but rather for the joy of mischievousness. You see, I must deceive in order to achieve my objective. It is my inclination and my delight. I mean no harm, and you will take no offense, so long as you are capable of laughing at yourself. But, woe to the one who takes offense. For if you cannot get along with me, you will most certainly learn how to get along without me, unwittingly banishing hope in the process. To forsake the v...

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The Tale of Macsen Bach, Ogden Mawr and clever Jack the Green

Submitted to Contest #87

Way back when, a while ago, upon the days of old,There was upon a winter’s night, a winter’s story told,Of Macsen Bach, the pixie-man, a fae both bright and bold,And Ogden Mawr, the trickster god, and his famous pot of gold.Macsen was a mischief, and Odgen was a fright,And both of them together made a nightmare of the night,For each of them contended with the other to decide,Who was the king of trouble, and who'd be left aside.If one of them would spoil the milk, the other’d turn it pink,If one of them would steal the cheese, the other’d mak...

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The April Pixie

Submitted to Contest #87

Olette was awoken by a sound. Not the kind of sound you usually hear, such as a car passing by or the hiss of a shower. No, this sound came from inside Olette. It was a little voice, urging her to wake up and do her job. Get up, it said impatiently. You have a long day ahead of you. Well, it was right. Olette opened one bleary eye, sat up, and rubbed away the sleep with her tiny fists. She looked down at her irresistibly comfortable nest and wished for nothing more than to settle down and sleep for a few more months. But she had a job to do....

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Don't Prank the Baby!

Submitted to Contest #87

“Gawthoro, go prank humans,” Dad said.“I’ll do it later.””No, you’ll do it, NOW!””Alright. I’m goin’!" I flew out my little cottage. It was a warm, cloudy day. Crows soared past me. A plane descended in the distance.I flew over a neighborhood and lowered. “Let’s see… kids gathering around an ice cream truck… Nah… a balding man coming home from work?... Nah… an old lady bending for her newspaper. That would be entertaining, but…”Then I saw him! A teenager falling off his skateboard with huge, fat zits cluttering his face.“This‘ll be good!” I ...

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The Olive Tree

Submitted to Contest #87

NOTE: You may be wondering why I selected nonfiction as a topic for a fantasy prompt (and selected fantasy as well) and that is because half of this is a real Greek myth and half of it is an extension of it that I created myself.  “Look to the olive trees if you need my help in life,” Athena told me when we first met. I was but your young, average lad back then, barely eight years old and still living with my parents in a small, rickety house, a far cry from Olympus, though she, being immortal and all, was the same as she is today, l...

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Dandelion Parachutes

Submitted to Contest #87

“Hurry up everyone,” Bun hops madly in circles over the soft mat of leaves and pine needles, thumping his feet, a call that vibrates throughout the forest. Bun is the sergeant-at-arms for the federation and one of his duties is gathering the members. They arrive filling the air with chirps, clicks, rivets, and grinds. The scent of cedar and pine floats through the air. Bun says, “Quiet down, quiet down. Tuft is on his way. Oh, god here he comes now.”Tuft is a shapeshifter and a tiny trickster, the closest one to human, therefore conside...

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If Imps Ruled the World

Submitted to Contest #87

Once there was a writer named Rafael Dieste, who was born in Rianxo in 1899. It's all right if you don't know or care where Rianxo is, but believe me, it's a nice little fishing village on the eastern Atlantic shore. Several really important writers were born there, so there must be something in the water.Dieste, whose mother was from Uruguay but with family from Brazil and Portugal, ran into some serious difficulties when the civil war began in 1936, but he managed to survive. What is relevant here, however, is one of his books, Dos arquivo...

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Trixie's Lesson

Submitted to Contest #87

There once was a pixie named Trixie Who loved to trick people all the time. She didn’t care who her victims were Despite knowing pranking was a crime. The Queen of the Cornish Pixies Declared pranks illegal after the fight They fought in the early nineteenth century With humans on one cold June night.   Trixie would keep the pranks simple Making sure no one could detect her. She’d unscrew the diner’s salt shakers  She’d switch all the salt and sugar.  Then there were those warm days and cool nights When the old scho...

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Samael and the forbidden fruit

Submitted to Contest #87

The silvery light was struggling to cut its way through the dense pine trees to reach the heart of the woods, where two barely distinguishable figures were looming in the dark: A frail, feeble body with delicate features cowering on the ground, shrinking back and failing in its attempt to disappear from the tall muscular predator circling her. Their voices lingering in the air above them before being carried away into the night, forcing the terrified animals back into their caves and dug up holes.“Where is it?” asked a gravelly calm voice.“I...

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Kokopelli's Flute

Submitted to Contest #87

“It began in the middle of nowhere, with the birth of a Hero.” Seb’s ears perked, aware of how this story goes. Its timeline ends somewhere wonderful, but at the moment Kokopelli always begins his story, Seb is slapped by the recollection of that which led up to it.  “Koko, don’t bother the children with that old story. What about that one with the magical seeds?”  His long dreads shifted as he looked up at her. They were like great black vines, recently with veins of silver hair as well. He was sitting, back curved, his flute dang...

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