Ashe Elton Parker

I like what you did with my prompts! This snippet made me chuckle.

With a final deep thrum, it died.

It was too small.

Kay had been sitting on a step of the endless descending stairway for what seemed like a long time when the little pinpoint of light that reached her poofed into the shape of a fairy, who said in an irate voice, “You’re late!”

Exhaustion didn’t even begin to describe how Balino felt, but he would not yet get any rest.

Congrats!

She claimed she’d never have enough fabric . . . until the day she did.

Just because the door was unlocked didn’t mean it should have been opened.