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“Dark Sprite” by Ryan Dupont

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The young girl stood in the center of a dirt path before a thick, black, tangle of forest. The wind rustled the trees, making the gnarled and wicked branches appear as if they were alive. Wooden signs on both sides of the seldom traveled road bore words of warning in dark red paint, as if written in blood. Turn Back, Haunted Woods, Beware, and Enter At Your Own Peril, where among the many phrases used to persuade travelers to choose another path. The girl was not afraid. Her purpose was certain. Glancing back one last time at her encampme...

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“The Trickster” by Anickson Jean

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I placed my hand gently upon the crystal feeling the darkness that swirled inside its depths, but as time went by that darkness seemed to disappear as a light shone from my hand until the darkness was completely gone. I stepped back and watched the crystal shine brightly cured of the darkness that had infected it. The whole room seemed to light as well revealing the dark walls and relight the burnout torches. “Awesome, we purified another crystal”, Luna said as she flew around in joy.”That just leaves two more. She zipped onto my head await...

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“Laverna” by Sarah Ben Sabat

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Laverna, ‘goddess of thieves’...that’s what they call me...the few who still know my name, that is. I’ve mostly been forgotten, like many of the old gods. Few are those who pour out a libation of boozy goodness with their left hand in my honour, nowadays. Instead I’m forced to steal my own beverages. I’ve come to develop a real fondness for whiskey, something that wasn’t around back in my day. My people, the ones who inhabit the criminal underworld, also seem to have a penchant for it. The sweet, strong, spiced wine mixed with water that the...

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“Garden Gnomes” by Marilee Ryan

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I tried to keep up with all that needed doing here on the farm, but the garden was tangled with weeds, the ground was hard and parched and the trellises needed attention. I’m happy to have taken ownership to this place, but right now it seems all my parents left me was the work of three people. Naturally the animals always take first priority. If the chickens don’t get fed, they chase me around and squawk at me until I do. The goats charge me in the knees or bleat until they get their way. The crops are quiet, so I may have neglected them so...

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“Pixie Led” by Bettina Karpathian

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You probably haven’t thought of pixies since you saw pictures of cute little creatures in pointed hats and shoes dancing around a ring of toadstools in your childhood story book. That's how we've been illustrated on cereal boxes, cookie boxes and all kinds of tacky souvenirs and posters for years. It’s very annoying to see the way we’re depicted in popular culture. Humans are not the only one who get tired of being stereotyped. Allow me to explain. We are but one of many types of supernatural beings from the fami...

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“A Girl Called Lenjimmy” by Emmett Wrighter

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They call her Lenjimmy Busker, and the first of April is her favorite day of the year.You didn’t know that, of course. By the time you had pulled in to the truck stop three hundred miles from nowhere, things like names and days and favorites had ceased to exist in your exhaustion-addled brain. You were dead on your feet and just about ready to keel over if not for the gurgling feeling in your belly. It was the kind of hunger that wouldn’t be satisfied by the half-empty bag of bugles in your passenger seat. The kind of hunger that needed warm...

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“The Dark Lord” by Suma Jayachandar

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The Yamuna gurgled under the moon. Crickets chirped in a rhythm. The dark leaves of the tree didn’t dare to breathe. The young maiden who was sitting under it had just then fallen asleep. She had been spending most of her time under it for the past few days. She looked forlorn. She talked to herself at times, cried and smiled in a way the heartbroken do. Other girls, her friends came to her many times and tried to console her, make her eat something and persuade her to come with them but failed. The maiden was neither fragile nor a conventio...

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“A Trickster's Tea Party” by LM Konkel-Dixon

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*Featuring characters from "Message from the City" and "A Family Secret"Neri rubs Iki's shoulders. "You got this. You are going to kill it, and it's going to be awesome." She adjusts her friend's hat. "I think you look great, and this whole tea society will love you." She smooths out the skirt of Iki's dress, an elegant white number with a pink floral pattern. "He won't be able to look away.""I feel like that duckling you found and put in little dresses," Iki complains. She was all for dressing up and going out with Pascal, but a tea society...

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“Trickster” by Tricia Shulist

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Ran wasn’t exactly sure when he first realized he was being spied upon, but now he was certain. This was confusing to Ran because it wasn’t always the same. He figured that if he was being followed or watched, the same person would do it. Or, for that matter, it would be a person.But that wasn’t the case. For the past few weeks he had that niggling feeling that he was being watched. Even when he was sure he wasn’t. Last week, though, when he was riding his bike to his grandmother’s house, he felt he was bei...

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“Going at my Pace~ (Title inspired from Stray Kids: My Pace (I LOVE SKZ!))” by Rahaf Safir

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He’s still sleeping, isn’t he? I hang up, then call him for the seventh time. Of course, he doesn’t, won’t answer. Okay, fine. Don’t answer, Hyun-Ki. Just you wait. I shake my head. What a jerk.I quickly get dressed - and slam the door behind me. As always, all eyes are on me. Of course. I’m the star. The boss of the house. After all, they can’t help it. I wink, not specifically to anyone, but generally, to the dozens of eyes on me. I lick my lips. I’m just starting, baby. Besides, I can’t waste time with them now. I’m on my...

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“But Where Did Raven Go?” by Natalie Sherer

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Raven was just like her name, mysterious, dark, and evil. She didn’t do normal fairy things like talking to animals and magic spells to help people. She does her same routine every night, she waits carefully every night in front of the magic factory (where they produce all the magic dust for the fairies in her forest) until it has closed and all the worker fairies have left. Raven flies in front of the doors where the guards are, making sure to make a fuss for all the guards inside to come out. “Ms. Silverbell you can’t trick us again...

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“The Violet Mirror ” by Susan Vance

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I hate being poor, 13-year-old Oliver Moore thought after a cloud of dust he’d brushed off an ornate dresser sent him into a sneezing frenzy. Thirteen-years on this Earth, he’d known from a young age that his family struck its claim on the wrong side of the tracks. His father was in jail on drug charges, while his mother worked two jobs struggling to keep their apartment. They could have moved somewhere cheaper, but the two-bedroom apartment placed them in the Spring Ridge School District. Because most of the students came from the palatia...

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“My Little Wildflower” by Emma Louise

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The gravedigger felt bad for the little girl with the wild red curls. She wore a ragged brown dress, embroidered all over with vines and flowers, and clutched a quilt tightly around her shoulders as she looked down into her father’s grave. The gravedigger himself was shivering, but giving her the quilt that he kept in the shed with his shovels seemed the least he could do. He had four children with a fifth on the way, and could scarcely afford to put shoes on all of their little feet. If he took in a...

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“Magic Waters by Francesca Quarto” by Francesca Mohan

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Magic Waters: Another Tall-tale "Ah, yes. Ye 'n me 'ave survived yet anutter winter." Or so thought the sheep herder, as he poked at the well-thawed ground with his staff, following the placid, dull-witted mob. They were making their way out of the flimsy pen enclosure where he'd been counting faces, and looking for any signs of illness among them. He knew his sheep better than he would his own children, if he'd had any children. He recognized the oldest to the youngest, and grieved as deeply as a father, at the dem...

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“Dancing In The Woods” by Estelle Westley

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"Morning young lady and what is your name?" Abigail froze. Who said that! "It's me, Emma, and don't stand on me and break a wing!" Looking up at Abigail, with very big eyes, was Emma. Adorable in her green pointed hat, dancing and twirling in front of Abigail. She couldn't stand still. "Has the cat got your tongue, young lady?" Emma carried on. Abigail could not grasp what was going on. Am I dreaming? Am I really seeing this? Hearing this? "I'm sorry, I didn't see you. My name is Abigail." she felt silly and looked around to...

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Write about a mischievous pixie or trickster god.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 205 stories

“Dark Sprite” by Ryan Dupont

“The Trickster” by Anickson Jean

“Laverna” by Sarah Ben Sabat

“Garden Gnomes” by Marilee Ryan

“Pixie Led” by Bettina Karpathian

“A Girl Called Lenjimmy” by Emmett Wrighter

“The Dark Lord” by Suma Jayachandar

“A Trickster's Tea Party” by LM Konkel-Dixon

“Trickster” by Tricia Shulist

“Going at my Pace~ (Title inspired from Stray Kids: My Pace (I LOVE SKZ!))” by Rahaf Safir

“But Where Did Raven Go?” by Natalie Sherer

“The Violet Mirror ” by Susan Vance

“My Little Wildflower” by Emma Louise

“Magic Waters by Francesca Quarto” by Francesca Mohan

“Dancing In The Woods” by Estelle Westley

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Write about someone who’s spent a whole year planning a big prank, and now they’re finally ready to pull it off.

Write about someone who hates pranks and spends April Fools’ Day doing good deeds instead.

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Write about someone who goes to great lengths to avoid being pranked on April 1st, only to realize they had the date wrong and it’s already April 2nd.

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