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04/10/2008 10:29:43 AM · #1 |
| Last week when the Mugshot challenge ended I had placed a call out for ideas to continue on the story line of "The Real Tooth Fairy". I am not a writer and I was struggling on coming up with anything even remotely coherent on my own. Since rollover I have had a couple of responses. Some were general ideas but two others were completely written stories. I will start this thread and then go ahead and post each story in separate posts. |
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04/10/2008 10:38:48 AM · #2 |
| Are you looking for different photo ideas with the Tooth Fairy, or are you just looking for a story? |
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04/10/2008 10:39:35 AM · #3 |
What happened to T.R. Tooth Fairy (by my daughter, Hannah, who couldn't resist telling):
“You dirty, rotten, pixie breathing, wing-flutterin—”
“That’s quite enough Mr. Fairy.” Said a short, stout fairy with a mean look on his face as he forcefully drug T.R. Tooth Fairy through gray echoing halls. T.R. Tooth Fairy took one snarling glance at the little man’s grip on his wrist before shaking his fragile pink wings and smoothing his pink tutu folded over his shoulder, leaving no doubt of his contempt. Any normal person would pause to consider the great irony of such a small man dragging around a larger more… robust man with wings alertly flapping on his back, but these men were quite obviously not normal. As they approached the iron cell walls T.R. Tooth Fairy finally grasped the reality of the situation; he was going to jail, he was being caged, his wings were being clipped (figuratively speaking of course). At this ghastly thought T.R. Tooth Fairy quickly gathered one wing under his arm and stroked it as the little man closed the door to his cell, his new home. He bitterly glanced down at his beautiful fairy outfit. It wouldn’t be of use to him anymore. One memory flashed to the next as the events of the night played in his brain like an old film skipping and crackling.
As he reached the first house he breezed in the window and his skirt caught on the frame, rapidly halting his flight and sending his large belly bouncing like jelly when his head hit the wall and floor simultaneously, while he dangled oddly from the window. Jerking up, he wiggled his hips to free his skirt and received nothing. Glancing around, as if to see if anyone had seen this decidedly feminine move, he tried
again. Nothing. Sighing, he looked around one more time before sneaking his hand up and unsnapping his new buttons that held the skirt to his waist. He was instantly free and instantly crushed. As his head was at the bottom of the stack, all of the rest of his large body came crashing down and partially covering his face and neck, giving the impression that his whole body consisted of a belly and eyes. Rolling down from this… uncomfortable position, he gathered his footing and surveyed the bedroom. Grimacing, he noticed a small girl sitting on the very end of her bed, leaning over the footboard with wide blue eyes, more confused than scared.
Instinctively, his hands went to his skirt-less legs. Sitting back, as if this were now completely natural for a man with very large pink wings and a dirty undershirt to be standing in her room covering up his legs, she sat back and pointed. It took him a second to register to what she was pointing and then he realized; it was her pillow. Trying to smile so as not to scare her, a small grimace appeared on his face instead. He cautiously tried his best at tiptoeing over to the white pillow and gently lifted it with his dirt-stained hands. One perfect tooth was sitting underneath. He picked it up and tried to make a break for the window to rescue his poor hooked skirt.
“Hey!” A small voice cried from the bed area. One hand on his skirt, he looked over his shoulder at the owner of the voice, who was now standing on the bed with one fist placed firmly on her yellow and pink polka-dotted nightdress and the other uncurled and raised to him as if asking for something. His mind did a quick recap and once he got over the striking resemblance to his mother, he realized he hadn’t paid the girl. He looked over to his skirt again, the holder of his money, the redeemer of this strangely effective glare, the billowing beauty held captive by a nail. He jumped quickly to it and started shaking it for money before realizing that it was completely upside down from his little fiasco and the last of the change was— “No!” He shouted as he saw the last quarter bounce down the outside of the house down three stories to the street.
Gaping, he was still grasping the gravity of the situation when he felt a small tap on his shoulder.
“Listen buddy. I know who you are, you’re the tooth fairy.” The little pony-tailed girl spouted, “and I know that you’re s’posed to be giving me money for that.” Now both fists were on the hips “If you don’t pay up you’re not leaving here.” One had released itself to point in his face.
“I… can’t pay…” He was suddenly at a loss for words as he received an even more angry glare, “but I promise to… uh…pay you back next time… double!” He said, edging to the door.
The next thing he knew he was sitting in a Fairy Patrol car wondering how such a little girl could hit so hard. He was brought back to the present as he lightly touched his eye and wondered how it looked. It didn’t matter, his mug shot was coming out soon enough and he’d see. He smoothed the rip in his skirt, thinking of how brutally the fairy patrolman had ripped it off the nail, the hopelessness of the situation.
The following morning a small parcel arrived addressed to Mr. Tooth Fairy. He looked at the light filtering through the bars over the little envelope. Turing it over he carefully pried open the sealed paper. Inside he found a note and little sewing kit. The note read, Dear Mr. Tooth Fairy Sir, I just wanted to let you know that I’m very sorry for hurting your skirt. I was upset and I’m sorry. I’ll be nice next time. I have a tooth that I wiggled this morning so I hope to see you soon. The stuff is to fix your skirt.
Love,
Susie
Giving what could be considered somewhat of a smile, T.R. Tooth Fairy took out the miniature sewing kit, threaded the needle, and started to sew.
Written by Hannah Too - daughter of  LydiaToo (no relation to the Too Clan)She is a high school senior and recently won 2nd place in Regionals and 4th place in Georgia State with her Argumentative Essay. |
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04/10/2008 10:41:52 AM · #4 |
"Rough Night"
by The Real Tooth Fairy
It was a slow night. I only had 3 pickups to do, and here I was at the last one. It was the O'Leary kid, a cute little redhead who was a great sleeper. I'd been here before and knew it would be a breeze; in and out and still time for a beer or two before bed.
So in I go, and I wasn't wrong. It took maybe 10 seconds to make the switch. I was out of his room and heading for the front door when I notice a huge wicker basket of chocolate sitting on the coffee table. Hey, I'm the tooth fairy, I KNOW about chocolate. That stuff totally destroys the market price on a tooth. I mean, who wants to buy a rotten potato when they are looking for a pearl?
So I pick up the basket to move it out of temptation's way, like maybe on top of the fridge. I'd only taken a step when, out of nowhere, this giant rabbit appears, and I mean GIANT. And fast? He whipped what I swear was a hard-boiled egg at me, except it was all coloured and striped. The thing hit me square in the eye and, believe me, that got me moving! He managed to land a couple good rabbit punches before I made it to the door, then he stood and threw more of those... things at me as I hoofed it across the lawn and up the street.
Well, he musta called the Fairyland cops too, because I hadn't made it more than a couple blocks before a black and white pulls up beside me. I hadn't even realised I was still clutching that blasted basket until the one guy snatched it from me. Then the other one hustles me into the back of the car, and here I am.
Honest, Judge, I ain't no thief!
Written by BeeCee
Message edited by author 2008-04-10 15:17:05. |
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04/10/2008 10:46:26 AM · #5 |
Originally posted by trevytrev:
Are you looking for different photo ideas with the Tooth Fairy, or are you just looking for a story? |
I was looking for a story to go along with the mugshot pic. I actually have several other ideas to shoot as the opportunities show themselves.
Also a shout out to  FantasyMusician for sharing her idea. It wasnt a full story and man I just really suck at writing even when the idea is in my lap.
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04/10/2008 02:27:10 PM · #6 |
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04/10/2008 02:40:00 PM · #7 |
Glad you bumped, or I'd have missed the thread!
Lol, she's a much better writer than I... not surprisingly :)
Oh, and I think the last line of mine needs to change to, "Honest, Judge, I ain't no thief!" After all, he doesn't look like the type to use perfect grammar ;) |
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04/11/2008 04:23:19 PM · #8 |
Thanks for posting those, Tim. I think both are hilarious... and a fun accompaniment to your wonderful images of T.R. Tooth Fairy.
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05/24/2015 07:31:20 PM · #9 |
Originally posted by timfythetoo:
quoting Lydia
What happened to T.R. Tooth Fairy (by my daughter, Hannah, who couldn't resist telling):
�You dirty, rotten, pixie breathing, wing-flutterin��
�That�s quite enough Mr. Fairy.� Said a short, stout fairy with a mean look on his face as he forcefully drug T.R. Tooth Fairy through gray echoing halls. T.R. Tooth Fairy took one snarling glance at the little man�s grip on his wrist before shaking his fragile pink wings and smoothing his pink tutu folded over his shoulder, leaving no doubt of his contempt. Any normal person would pause to consider the great irony of such a small man dragging around a larger more� robust man with wings alertly flapping on his back, but these men were quite obviously not normal. As they approached the iron cell walls T.R. Tooth Fairy finally grasped the reality of the situation; he was going to jail, he was being caged, his wings were being clipped (figuratively speaking of course). At this ghastly thought T.R. Tooth Fairy quickly gathered one wing under his arm and stroked it as the little man closed the door to his cell, his new home. He bitterly glanced down at his beautiful fairy outfit. It wouldn�t be of use to him anymore. One memory flashed to the next as the events of the night played in his brain like an old film skipping and crackling.
As he reached the first house he breezed in the window and his skirt caught on the frame, rapidly halting his flight and sending his large belly bouncing like jelly when his head hit the wall and floor simultaneously, while he dangled oddly from the window. Jerking up, he wiggled his hips to free his skirt and received nothing. Glancing around, as if to see if anyone had seen this decidedly feminine move, he tried
again. Nothing. Sighing, he looked around one more time before sneaking his hand up and unsnapping his new buttons that held the skirt to his waist. He was instantly free and instantly crushed. As his head was at the bottom of the stack, all of the rest of his large body came crashing down and partially covering his face and neck, giving the impression that his whole body consisted of a belly and eyes. Rolling down from this� uncomfortable position, he gathered his footing and surveyed the bedroom. Grimacing, he noticed a small girl sitting on the very end of her bed, leaning over the footboard with wide blue eyes, more confused than scared.
Instinctively, his hands went to his skirt-less legs. Sitting back, as if this were now completely natural for a man with very large pink wings and a dirty undershirt to be standing in her room covering up his legs, she sat back and pointed. It took him a second to register to what she was pointing and then he realized; it was her pillow. Trying to smile so as not to scare her, a small grimace appeared on his face instead. He cautiously tried his best at tiptoeing over to the white pillow and gently lifted it with his dirt-stained hands. One perfect tooth was sitting underneath. He picked it up and tried to make a break for the window to rescue his poor hooked skirt.
�Hey!� A small voice cried from the bed area. One hand on his skirt, he looked over his shoulder at the owner of the voice, who was now standing on the bed with one fist placed firmly on her yellow and pink polka-dotted nightdress and the other uncurled and raised to him as if asking for something. His mind did a quick recap and once he got over the striking resemblance to his mother, he realized he hadn�t paid the girl. He looked over to his skirt again, the holder of his money, the redeemer of this strangely effective glare, the billowing beauty held captive by a nail. He jumped quickly to it and started shaking it for money before realizing that it was completely upside down from his little fiasco and the last of the change was� �No!� He shouted as he saw the last quarter bounce down the outside of the house down three stories to the street.
Gaping, he was still grasping the gravity of the situation when he felt a small tap on his shoulder.
�Listen buddy. I know who you are, you�re the tooth fairy.� The little pony-tailed girl spouted, �and I know that you�re s�posed to be giving me money for that.� Now both fists were on the hips �If you don�t pay up you�re not leaving here.� One had released itself to point in his face.
�I� can�t pay�� He was suddenly at a loss for words as he received an even more angry glare, �but I promise to� uh�pay you back next time� double!� He said, edging to the door.
The next thing he knew he was sitting in a Fairy Patrol car wondering how such a little girl could hit so hard. He was brought back to the present as he lightly touched his eye and wondered how it looked. It didn�t matter, his mug shot was coming out soon enough and he�d see. He smoothed the rip in his skirt, thinking of how brutally the fairy patrolman had ripped it off the nail, the hopelessness of the situation.
The following morning a small parcel arrived addressed to Mr. Tooth Fairy. He looked at the light filtering through the bars over the little envelope. Turing it over he carefully pried open the sealed paper. Inside he found a note and little sewing kit. The note read, Dear Mr. Tooth Fairy Sir, I just wanted to let you know that I�m very sorry for hurting your skirt. I was upset and I�m sorry. I�ll be nice next time. I have a tooth that I wiggled this morning so I hope to see you soon. The stuff is to fix your skirt.
Love,
Susie
Giving what could be considered somewhat of a smile, T.R. Tooth Fairy took out the miniature sewing kit, threaded the needle, and started to sew.
Written by Hannah Too - daughter of 21_F.gif LydiaToo (no relation to the Too Clan)She is a high school senior and recently won 2nd place in Regionals and 4th place in Georgia State with her Argumentative Essay. |
Ha! I was looking through all of the ribbon-winning images for the current DeJa Vou challenge... and found this jewel.
My daughter is now in her final year of Law School. She writes much still... but not much as entertaining as this. Mostly lawyer stuff.
Not at all entertaining.
THANKS for the smile, Tim! |
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