Once there was a fairy named Mark.
Mark lived with his Dad, older sister and baby brother in a small house on top of a very high hill.
Like all fairies, Mark had a magic wand.
Mark waved his magic wand and turned a frog into a prince for the precious princess.
He turned his Dad into a horse for his baby brother.
And one time when he was trying to turn the horrible putton-eyed monsters underneath his bed into puppies he accidently made himself disappear.
That was kind of scary.
But pretty cool too.
Being a fairy was the bestest.
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
A pointless button, such as the two or three on each cuff of a man’s suit jacket.
The blinding rush of light when someone opens the curtains in the morning before you are ready.